AN: This story has no plot line, or rather it does not have a place in the story line that I am doing right now. I am typing this just for kicks. I hope that you enjoy the story that I am doing as much as I did typing it. Big hint here: Donkey Kong Junior, and for those that have played the original, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about. Well, here is the story.

Quick Note: Michael is 16 at this point, and Miley is roughly 16 as well.

Chapter One: End of a Relationship

Have you ever had one of those days? You know the type of day that I am talking about, or you shouldn't. God only hope you have no idea what I am talking about. Anyway, before I get too off topic, as I, Michael Christopher Harris, was sitting in my room, I got this letter, from my girlfriend, Miley Stewart. She was a famous jet setter, and a famous pop star for someone at such a young age, believe it or not. I sacrificed a lot to make this relationship work. I gave up a sure scholarship to USC, just so I could work full time so she could go out and be the star that she wanted to be. I could have been something, but I gave that up so that she could be famous and achieve her dream. I loved her and she loved me. I would know because she did not hesitate to tell me every opportunity she got. I have a surprise for her, because she was coming back home, and she had something very important to tell me.

The day started out, and went on just like any other day. Michael finished working at his job, and rushed home. Miley was already there, and she told him to meet her at the beach, because she had something important to tell him. Michael put on his best pair of jeans, and buttoned up shirt. Before he left, he took a look in the mirror, satisfied with his look, he grabbed his St. Louis Rams hoodie, and went towards the front door.

"Mike, where are you going?" Melody, his stepsister called after him.

"I have to go and meet Miley. She wants to meet me at the beach." Michael said.

"Dude, it is gonna rain in a few minutes, are you sure this is the night for an outside meeting?" Melody asked him.

"I won't be long. Besides, I have a surprise for her." Michael said.

"What surprise?" Melody asked, curious.

"I'll tell you when I get back." Michael said. Melody shrugged, and Michael quickly left the home.

Michael waited at the beach, at the exact time that Miley told him to be there. He wondered just what she had to tell him, and why did she want to meet him here, at this time as the clouds began to gather in the sky. When ever there was a lull in the time, Michael would let his mind wonder to various things. He did not know why he did that, but it always helped him calm down, for some strange reason. Michael soon was going to have some other important things on his mind.

"Michael." Miley said, getting his attention. Michael turned, and saw his girlfriend standing there. She wore a grey and pink jogging suit. Michael walked over to her, and gave her a loving hug.

"Hey, beautiful. How have you been?" Michael asked her.

"Fine. More than a little tired." Miley said. There was something about her tone that made Michael a little uneasy.

"Miley, are you alright? You seem a little down." Michael asked her. Miley looked at him briefly, and looked away, unable to look at him in the face. Now he knew once that happened that there was something really wrong here.

"Michael, I love you, and I hate to tell you this, but I met someone else out of town." Miley said.

"What?" Michael said in disbelief.

"It just happened." Miley said, now starting to cry. "We were sitting there, talking one moment, and then the next moment we were kissing."

Michael did not say a word, because he knew that there was something else.

"Then..."

"Then what?" Michael asked, struggling to keep himself from losing his mind.

"We had sex..." Miley said softly, but loud enough so that Michael could have heard her.

Michael opened his mouth to speak, but Miley cut him off to continue.

"Listen, it's a guy named Travis Brody." Miley said. " We were boyfriend and girlfriend before I moved out to California. We talked for a moment, caught up, and then one thing lead to another, and that is what happened. I love him now, and I am breaking up with you. I'm really sorry about how this has to be, but I do hope we can still be friends."

"Fine, I hope that you and Jake are going to be happy in your future together." Michael said coldly.

"Why are you acting so cold to me? Why are you throwing away what we had like it did not matter?" Miley asked him.

Michael did not say a word. He looked at Miley, his ex-girlfriend, and walked away. Michael heard her calling after him, but it was just background noise, like the rain that was now falling.

It was a mystery of how he got back to the house, but once he got there, he was there. Michael, drenched from his slow decent into the house, immediately made a beeline for his room. He slowly stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He stood there, letting the events of the night wash over him like the cool water from his shower did. He was emotionless. He wanted to be angry, but for some strange reason, he wasn't. Something was wrong with him, but Michael could not put his finger on it.

Michael climbed out of his shower, and slid his pure black pajamas on, and climbed into bed. It was going to be hell going to sleep, or doing anything else for that matter.

Michael awoke the next morning with a start, feeling as though someone socked him in the stomach. Michael did get some sleep, but it was not peaceful, of course. As he slept, Michael kept having nightmares of seeing Miley kissing, and having sex with this Travis guy, and the thing was, he never met them. The other thing that scared him, in another dream, of course, Michael went on this rampage, just killing everyone he came across. Cops, women, men, couldn't anything or anyone stop him.

Michael sighed, and got ready for school. He was contemplating even going today, because knowing the fact that he was going to run into his ex-girlfriend. Michael washed up, and threw on the first clean shirt, and pair of jeans that he found. He went downstairs and towards his truck, and once there, he found Melody standing there, already waiting on him.

Once he saw her, Michael couldn't help but to smile for some reason. They got into the truck, and drove on to school.

"Are you alright, Michael? You seem to be a little off lately." Melody asked.

"Fine. Just a lot on my mind." Michael said in a somewhat sad and distracted tone of voice.

"How did it go last night? You know, with Miley?" Melody asked him.

"I'm not gonna tell you, you are gonna have to ask Miley about that." Michael said.

Melody figured that there was something Michael was not telling her, but she dropped it.

The day at school just went on as it usually does. Michael felt calm, and normal, which kind of scared him, knowing what he went through only a day earlier. Michael sat through his classes, not drawing attention to himself, and he hoped that would be enough to get him through the rest of his school day, and it seemed like it was gonna be.

Then came lunchtime.

MIchael was sitting there, eating his lunch, when he noticed Miley sitting at a table, talking to Oliver and Lilly. He had his back to them, but he could hear what Miley was telling them, and what they said back to her.

"Yeah, I felt bad for breaking up with him, but it was just time to move on." Miley said.

"How did he take it?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know, he hasn't spoken to me since." Miley replied.

"Good, Michael was kind of weird anyway." Lilly said.

"I know. I am kind of glad that you ended it with him." Oliver said.

"I am too. Travis seems to have a higher ceiling than Michael too." Miley said. "That's kind of the reason that I did break up with him."

Once the three friends began to laugh, that was enough for Michael. He got up, and left the cafeteria. Once outside, he just kept walking, and before he knew it, he was at his truck. He wondered where he was gonna go, and before he knew it, he was driving out towards his cousin's house in Hollywood.

Christian Harris pulled up to his house, right after school, and dropping off his girlfriend at home. It was a dreary day, and the rain that was pouring was now literally came out of nowhere. He was looking forward to relaxing, and rotting his mind by playing video games for hours. Christian stepped out of his car, and as he made his way towards the home that he shared with his uncle, and noticed a familiar truck parked near his house.

"That's Mike's truck, what is it doing here?" Christian muttered to himself. Christian glanced to his house, and sure enough, Michael was sitting on the front steps. Christian walked towards him, and waved at him.

"Mike? What are you doing here?" Christian asked him.

Michael didn't answer. Christian was not even sure that he knew he was here. Christian inspected Michael further, and beside the fact that Michael was drenched in rain, Christian noticed that the front of his shirt was covered in red. Christian had his hand on Michael's wrists, and when he turned them both, that is where he noticed a knife nearby, and then the scariest thing Christian ever saw.

Christian noticed that Michael slit both of his wrists.

"Shit. Michael! Michael!" Christian screamed, shaking his cousin, trying to get him conscious.

AN: Okay, I was throwing a lot of ideas around when I got the main idea for this story. I will update soon, of course, so be on the lookout for that.