Sunset Confessions

by Best.At.Being.Me

3/21/07

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disclaimer: Do I own Hannah Montana? Nope. :(

A/N: Oneshot, JILEY, hope you like!

Miley's POV:

"Miley, COME on!" my best friend Lily screamed. I was cleaning out my locker, as today was our last day of high school before graduation.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" I shouted back at her.

I dropped my old history book, which I had to go turn in right now, and a small slip of white paper fell out. I picked it up and put it in my pocket to read later.

I quickly ran up to the front office, and turned in all, of my old books. Then I grabbed my bag with my personal stuff and my purse, and hopped in my car, a soft yellow FORD Thunderbird Convertable with a black top, with Lily, and sped off toward home.

The next morning, when I went to put my jeans in the washing machine, the paper, which obvisously I forgot about, fell out. I picked it up, unfolded it and sat down to read it.

'Wow' was the only word that came to mind. This is what it said:

Dear Miley,

I feel that I should explain something to you. Even though you never cared for me when I left for Romania, I could never stop thinking about you. I thought I had gotten over you, but recently, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I love you, Miley Stewart. If you return the feeling, meet me at the beach Saturday night at 7:00p.m.
- Jake

Did we ever go out? No! When he came back, he tried to get me to go on a date with him, but I hated him after that.. but wow. Wow.

I looked at the clock. It was 7:00pm now! I hurried out the door, and ran down to the beach, after telling my dad where I was going. You see, I still hadn't found an apartment yet.

I saw the dark figure of Jake Ryan sitting on the soft sand, staring at the sunset over the water. I sat down beside him, and instantly, the edges of his lips curved into a broad smile.

"You came," you said.

"Yep."

He sighed. "Why'd you come?" he asked.

"Because.. I.. I..." I stared down at the sand. "I might return the feeling."

He stared into my eyes, and I stared into his. And at that moment, I knew we were ment to be forever.

We leaned in, inching closer, and closer, until our lips finally touched. He pulled away and smiled, standing up and extending a hand to me. He pulled me up and pulled me into a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around my waste. I pulled out, grinning like an idiot.

We began to walk down the beach, hand in hand. He stopped and looked me deeped in the eyes, a searching look on his face.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes..." I replied, and began walking slowly. I could feel a blush creeping it's way onto my cheeks.

He took both of my hands in his own. "Then marry me."

I didn't reply, I just kissed him. We pulled away at the same time.

"I'll take that as a yes."