This is my very first fanfic xD Erm, sorry if it's bad, just saying, but reviews would be appreciated please (:

"Lily, just shut up." I said as I slapped my bouncy, bisexual best friend. She threw back her head and laughed her cheery laugh. "Someone's jeaaalooouuus!" Lily cackled. I shook my head.

"Lily, I am not jealous. I don't even like girls."

Lily flicked me a smile. "Whatever Miles." Lily had been going on about her new 'girlfriend' the most annoying girl in the world, Traci Van Horn. They used to hate each other, a lot, but then they actually got to know each other, and they became closer than I could ever imagine.

"Okaaay, Lily, I am jealous, just of her! She's going to steal my best friend away from me." I whined to her.

Lily giggled. "Don't be silly Miles, no one can ever ruin our friendship, but right now, I'm meeting up with Traci! Bye doll!"

She pecked me on the cheek and waltzed out of the front door, leaving it wide open.

I sighed and went to close it, before seeing an odd figure on the beach. "What the f-?" "MILEEEEEEYYYY!" The scream came from down the beach.

I threw on some sandals and ran down. I got there and stopped in my tracks. "No way!"

There was a beached whale, that looked horribly sick, and beside it was Jackson. "Good, you heard me!" Jackson shouted to me. "We need water, get a bucket, and get it fast."

I nodded, threw my flip flops off and ran to find a bucket. I found one by rico's, and filled it up quickly. I ran back to Jackson, who with a few other guys, was trying to help the whale back into the ocean.

I threw the water all over the whale then started to push.

We felt the whale slightly moving towards the shoreline. Spectators and news reporters cheered us on as we kept pushing the whale. We got her to the shoreline, and we all waded in to help her. One of the boys started yelling at us that we were close.

We were getting deeper into the ocean, then suddenly the whale flicked its tail and it moved off into deeper seas. Everyone cheered and I threw my arms around the boy next to me.

"Thanks for the help." He said and I pulled away, and looked into his eyes.

"Jake?"

"Miley?"

He stared back at me in shock, and recognition, but mostly shock. "You look so… different!"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose."

"I mean, your hair, and your clothes…"

I shook my messy black hair out of my face. "I wanted a change."

He nodded. "We should probably get back onto shore, right?"

I smiled, "yeah, yeah, alright."

We trudged our way back to the beach, where Jackson gave me a giant bear hug. "Thanks sis."

He walked away to go stand with his girlfriend, Lene, who was a major hippie.

Jake slung a backpack on his back. "Can I er… go back to yours to get changed?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, whatever."

We slowly walked back to the house, in awkward silence, and I was glad when I reached the front door.

"You know where the bathroom is."

He nodded and sped off down the hallway and up the stairs.

I walked to my room, calmly sat on my bed, then started beating up a pillow. "WHY WHY WHY?" I scowled and threw the pillow against the wall.

I hadn't seen Jake for almost a year, and we hadn't exactly left on good terms.

I found his snuggling up to Mikayla, that stupid bitch of a diva. And that was the end of me and Jake, but when I looked into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel butterflies.

I quickly threw off my soaking clothes, and threw on some black skinny jeans and my mayday parade tshirt.

"And then we both go, down together, we may stay there forever…" I sang as I brushed my hair into submission.

"Um, Miley?" Jake appeared in my doorway, nervously scratching his head. "So when's Hannah next performing in town?"

I shrugged. "Next week I think. I'm so over it, I wish Hannah would just.. well…"

"Fuck off?" He finished for me. I laughed and nodded my head.

"Well, yeah. It's so much stress, and I'm just… not a little girl anymore."

He moved over and sat next to me on my bed. "I get what you mean."

He put his arm around my shoulders and I lay my head on his shoulder." Miley, what the hell are you doing! This douchebag cheated on you.

"Y'know Miley, I've never stopped thinking about you. Not once." He's lying. Tell him you hate him!

"I haven't stopped thinking about you either." I groaned. Why couldn't I listen to my mind for once?

"Miley.." He tilted my chin up towards his face, his beautiful blue eyes blurring in front of my face. "Miley, don't cry.."

And then I felt his lips press against mine. He pulled away and I sighed shakily, tears falling from under my closed eyelids. "Miley.. what's wrong?" I sighed again. "With dad in hospital soon, and the drama with Oliver…" "What?" He interrupted. I slightly chuckled. "I guess I better start from the start then."