HERE IT IS! The sequel to Dear Jake.

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Dear Miley,

I'm sorry for not replying to your text. To be honest, it totally stunned me. I didn't know how to reply or how to feel; angry, upset, annoyed or happy.

So instead, I'm just….confused.

If you'd been there in time, everything would be wonderful and I'd be holding you in my arms, running my fingers through your hair.

And instead I'm here, sitting in the apartment I've rented in uptown NY.

When I realised you weren't coming, I felt…at peace (Oh God now I'm sounding like you).

I'd accepted that we'd given it our best shot, that you still loved me and when we were older and done following our dreams, we could maybe have the life we'd always dreamed about.

But then you texted me…and I swear my heart stopped beating. I wanted to jump out of the plane right then and there but Lilly pointed out the stupidity of

"What are you doing Jake?"

I looked up and saw Lilly standing above me. I clutched the letter close to my chest.

"Nothing," I said shiftily. "You didn't read it, did you?"

"Nope," she said and walked over to the fridge. "Oh and by the way," she added as she swung its door open and grabbed a bottle of water. "Don't mention my name in there; she doesn't know I'm here."

I narrowed my eyes and scrubbed out the last few words. Of course she'd read it.

"Why don't you just call and tell her you're staying with me? I'm sure she won't mind, it's not like we're dating or anything."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Yeah but that's exactly what she'll think. You know her; she'll jump straight to conclusions without waiting for an answer."

I smiled ruefully. She was right. It was probably better for this whole little thing to stay our secret.

"What did you tell her? You know, why you mysteriously disappeared out of town?" I asked.

She half smiled, almost a grimace. "I told her my Mom had surprised me with plane tickets and I hadn't had a chance to say goodbye. She seemed okay with it."

I got the impression she wasn't entirely happy lying to her best friend and in that second I felt for her. We were a lot alike, Lilly and I. More so than we were willing to admit. Silence filled the air for a second as our eyes locked and I could almost see the mutual appreciation for each other passing though. It was kind of like having our very own moment.

"By the way, do you mind cleaning up the sink when you shave? What, were you raised by wolves?"

I gritted my teeth. And the moment was over. "Oh I just love having you here Lilly."

"I know you do," she grinned and promptly smacked me around the head with her bottle before plonking herself next to me on the couch.

"What do you expect to achieve with this letter of yours anyway?" she asked.

I bit my lip. "I don't know, I just want her to know how I feel."

"And how do you feel?"

"Confused," I said quietly, fiddling with an errant thread on my shirt. "But I still love her. I still want her. And I know she loves me too and wants me as well but…"

"There's always a but," Lilly muttered under her breath.

"But I know if we go out again, we're just going to mess everything up. I mean, I want to keep acting and that means I have to travel a lot, and she still wants to sing and it all comes down to; how do we make it work? It's not like I'd give up acting or she'd give up being Hannah Montana."

"She might."

I stared incredulously at her. There was no way Miley would give up singing for me. I would never even let her.

"You're joking right?"

"You will never begin to understand just how much she loves you. I don't know why though," she added in an undertone.

I had the strangest urge to throw something at her but I resisted. Although, a pillow wouldn't kill her….

"Just make up your mind. Don't string her along anymore; tell her how it is, be straight with her. You'll never get anywhere otherwise. You'll just keep going around in circles."

I sighed. She was right; it didn't happen often, I mused.

"Fine," I said and picked up my pen to start writing again.

"I'll give you and your letter some privacy," she said with a smirk, heading out the door.

Quick as a flash, I picked up the nearest pillow and with a flick of my wrist, it spun across the room, pegging her squarely in the back of the head.

"Hey!"

I smiled and stared back down at my letter. Deciding it was rubbish, I screwed it up in my hands and fetched another piece of paper.

Then I started to write again.

Dear Miley,

I'm going to be straight with you. I don't think now is a good time for us to start up our relationship again. It won't work with me flying across the country for films and you touring as Hannah Montana. There's so much we haven't done yet and I don't want you to give up on your dreams for me. And I don't want you to ask me to do the same.

I've been really unsure lately but there is one thing I know: I love you. And if you decide you still love me in a few years time, then we'll rethink this whole thing.

I've been thinking of making this move to New York permanent. I know I'm always somewhere else but I want to make this the home I return to each time. I like it here and I want to be here. It's close to my parents and I can spend more time with them and my little brother.

I'll be in L.A in a month to clear my stuff out, tie up a few loose ends, do some promo work for this new movie before heading back here. If you decide you want to see me, give me a call. We can talk.

Love Jake

P.S Sorry for not replying to your text. I didn't know what to say.