A/n: I know, I should be updating Forgetting You, but blame the new episode. It gave me new story ideas that would.not.leave. my head until I wrote them. So here is a new story. It's post-achy jakey heart. I know everyone is doing this, but I wanted to give it a go. Also, I warn you that this is kind of OOC...well I think it kind of is...but whatever.

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This was all his fault.

That stupid, cocky, egocentric, spoiled brat's fault!

Ask anyone. They'll tell you he was the one to push me.

None of this would've ever happened if he just would have left me alone like I asked him, politely. I clearly said, "Jake, dear God, leave me alone." But no, to Jake Ryan the Zombie Slayer and Gladiator, "leave me alone" means "stalk me".

I guess maybe I should back up to how all this started...

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"Love, Leslie," I finished off the card with a smile on my face as I pulled out a single, red rose.

"Whose Leslie?" My Dad asked in confusion. My smile widened as I smelled the rose and I replied with,

"A friend...a really good friend." I slowly walked back into the house, trying to figure out why I felt so...happy.

"As long as it's not another actor..." Dad muttered. I stifled as laugh as I basically floated up the stairs. Once in my room, I laid the rose and card gently on my desk. I sighed deeply and fell back on my bed.

I wanted to hurt myself.

Why did I feel like I was falling back in love with this boy?! I can't fall back in love with him, I'll get hurt again. I stood up and carefully picked up the card again. I re-read it. He said he hoped when he could be normal he would deserve a girl as wonderful as me.

The smile slid off my face so quickly it was like it was never there.

That didn't say he hoped he would deserve me. It said a girl as great as me.

He doesn't want me back. He wants someone like me.

Suddenly, I felt miserable. My throat ached, my eyes itched with oncoming tears, and my heart felt like it was shattered.

It was over. Our chance was over.

I choked back a sob and rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. My chest felt like it was ripping apart. I wrapped my arms around me in hopes of keeping it together. It didn't.

Why did I care so much now? I was the one that let him go! It was my call! Why, why oh why, can't I decide whether to love or loathe him?!

The answer came relatively easily. Jake was like two people. He had the really kind, romantic, sweet, caring side that made me melt. But then he also had the obnoxious, self-centered, boisterous side that drove me insane.

I knew that if I couldn't love all of him, it wouldn't be far to love him at all.

But I did.

I couldn't just stop loving him. I couldn't stop the aching of my severed heart, or the tears that were falling down my face, burning me, like acid rain. Each drop that slid down my face reminded me that I could never have him. It reminded me that it was my fault. It reminded me that he will never love me again.

Being broken is one thing. But breaking yourself, that's another.

Two Years later:

"So, Miley, I caught John looking at you!" Lilly squealed as she stared dreamily across the class room at the tall, tan, blond boy that would occasionally look over at me. I kept my face down as I stared at my paper.

"Miley! He's coming over here!" Lilly exclaimed. I didn't reply. I few moments later, I heard a foreign male voice call my name,

"Uh, Miley?"

I looked up. John was standing above me, smiling, looking too perfect to be in the room. He smiled at me. I curtly nodded my head.

"So...I was just wondering, you know, if you would want to go out this Friday to the movies? The guys told me that you haven't dated in a while...but I was hoping--

"I can't," I interrupted him quickly. He raised his eyebrows,

"You can't? Why not?"

Because I don't want to get hurt again, "Because I have somewhere to be that night."

"Oh...well...okay then. Maybe another time."

Psh, yea right. "Right."

He stalked off and Lilly slapped me on the arm, "MILEY!! John Winters just asked you out!!! How could you turn him down!?"

I kept my face down as I replied, "Because I don't like him."

Lilly groaned in irritation, "You don't like anyone anymore! Miley, the last date you went on was two years ago! And almost every guy in the school has asked you! What is wrong with you?!"

I kept my gaze glued to my paper. I didn't reply. She didn't need to know how my heart was currently lying mangled in the pit of my stomach. She didn't know that the missing pieces that had been viciously riped out were halfway across the world with a certain blond boy. She didn't need to know that either.

She sighed and muttered, "What are we going to do with you, Miley?!"

I didn't reply. The day was going to be another long, insufferable day of me trying to act like I was okay. I wasn't.

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At the end of the day, I was ready to go home and go to sleep. I had been sleeping a lot lately. Any free time I had I spent sleeping. I didn't feel tired. I felt numb. I felt unable to feel. It was like I had been living these last few years behind a fogged glass.

By the time I got home, I had lost the will to pick up my feet. They were dragging along the concrete as I walked in the door. My Dad looked up from his mail and glared at me. I looked down at my feet and tried to find the will to walk up the stairs.

"That's it!" His angry voice rang through the house. I stopped and slowly turned to look at him with disinterested eyes.

"All you do is mope!! I can't stand seeing you like this! I obviously can not help you Miley, so I'm going to send you somewhere where you can get help!" He roared. I didn't move. I didn't even blink. It wasn't like my Dad to have an outbreak like that. But I guess if you daughter is a zombie for two years you get kind of testy.

He waited for me to say something.

I didn't.

I didn't care enough too.

"I'm sending you out on a cruise. It's where celebrities go to get back in--

"Your sending me to a rehab cruise?!" I spat out. He looked shocked. That may have been the most words I'd spoken in two years to him.

"Well...in a way yes. You can go there and safely relax and discover yourself. Miles, I know you probably don't want to go but honey, I can't stand seeing you like this!" He exclaimed.

I didn't care where he sent me. He could send me to the ends of the Earth, and I would still be hurt and broken. Where I was couldn't change that.

It was like I was a zombie. I didn't feel, I didn't talk much, I didn't do much of anything. When I preformed as Hannah Montana, which was not often, I was never into it. I had lost all will to live.

Funny, the boy I had hated had the power to kill me slowly.

My Dad waited for me to object. I didn't say anything.

"Miley," My Dad begged with sad eyes, "please, say something to me! Tell me what's wrong! Talk to me!"

If I had a heart left, It would of broke it to see my Daddy so upset. But I was as hurt as I could get.

"When does it leave?" I muttered. He didn't look anymore relieved. He sighed and said,

"A week from now."

I nodded and walked up to my room, not looking back once.

A/n: that was kind of depressing...oh well. It wasn't my best, but if you liked it by some chance, leave a review. Also, if you haven't bought Miley's new Cd...go buy it now!! Her's is sooooooo good! I like it better than the HM one! Also, she did really good on her concert for Good Morning America if anyone saw it! I got to go! It was sooo crowded ((the largest crowd in Bryant Park, EVER!)). But anyways, please review.