Big Girls Don't Cry

A Songfic by AgapeCassablancas

Da Da Da Da

The smell of your skin lingers on me now

Your probably on your flight back to your home town

I need some shelter of my own protection baby

To be with myself instead of calamity

Peace, Serenity

She ran her fingers over the red jacket he'd left for her when he left. She held it to her face and inhaled deeply. It held his scent like he was still wearing it. A month had passed since he left and Jake had not called, e-mailed or written Miley once. A single tear rolled down her face but she quickly brushed it away. She hadn't cried since her mother died six years ago and she wasn't going to start now. She put the jacket in a big brown cardboard box and just looked at it for a minute.

I hope you know, I hope you know

That this has nothing to do with you

It's personal, Myself and I

We've got some straightening out to do

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket

But Ive got to get a move on with my life

Its time to be a big girl now

And big girls don't cry

"If Jake's not going to call me, I'm not going to call him." Mile told herself. "If he's not going to think about me, I'm not going to think about him." The truth was all she had thought about for 30 days was him. She thought about the kiss and how wonderful it had been. "It's not about him. It's about me. My life needs to be in order." She said to herself everyday as she scrubbed the floors and vacuumed. Just because she was cleaning the house, didn't mean she was thinking about Jake. Of course not. She was thinking about herself.

The path that I'm walking

I must go alone

I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown

Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they

And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

Miley sighed as she sat on her bed. Who was she kidding? It was all about Jake. He was all she thought about. She even had dreams about him. She'd written songs about him in math class and daydreamed about him in science. How could he just leave? He'd walked her home the day before he left for Romania. Told her he'd write once a week, call once a month and e-mail everyday. She'd received none of these alluded forms of communication. What a liar! She wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe, if she kept telling herself that, she'd start to believe it.

I hope you know, I hope you know

That this has nothing to with you

It's personal, Myself and I

We've got some straightenin' out to do

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket

But I've got to get a move on with my life

Its time to be a big girl now

And big girls don't cry

She missed his eyes, his hair, his smell. She missed his laugh, his smile, even his stupid comments. She missed him. Miley rolled over on her bed to be greeting with a picture of them on her nightstand. They were laughing at the beach. Lily had taken it just before he left. They didn't even know she'd taken it. It was Miley's favorite picture. She lifted it off the table and held it close to her face. One of Jake's front teeth was slightly longer than the other. She could see it in the picture now that his mouth was open and his head was turned up. Just another imperfection that made him wonderful. She put the picture down in the box with the jacket.

Like the little school mate in the school yard

We'll play jacks and uno cards

Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine

Valentine

Yes you can hold my hand if u want to

Cause I want to hold yours too

Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds

But its time for me to go home

Its getting late, dark outside

I need to be with myself instead of calamity

Peace, Serenity

Mile needed a distraction. She turned on the TV. What would be playing but the episode of Zombie Slayer she had guest stared on. She flipped the channel. No good. An interview with Jake talking about his new movie was on MTV. She clicked off the television. She turned on the radio. "I'll be actin' through my tears/ Guess you'll never know that I should win an Oscar for this scene I'm in" If We Were A Movie sang to her. Maybe a distraction wasn't what she needed. She looked around her room, throwing teen magazines littered with Jake's picture on the covers, into the box.

I hope you know, I hope you know

That this has nothing to do with you

It's personal, Myself and I

We've got some straightenin' out to do

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket

But I've got to get a move on with my life

Its time to be a big girl now

And big girls don't cry

Miley filled the box till the top would barely close. She had stuffed everything that reminded her even a tad of Jake inside. The dress she'd worn to the 70's dance, the script from Zombie Slayer, the teddy bear she'd named Jake when she was four, everything. Even if it had nothing to do with Jake. She sealed the box with masking tape and wrote "Jake Crap" on it. She shoved it in the back of her closet so she wouldn't have to look at it again. She plopped onto her bed bitting her lip to prevent her from crying. After all, big girls don't cry.

La Da Da Da Da Da

AN: Okay, Let me just say that I am 100 a Jake/Miley fan, (well I was before "Achy Jakey Heart" which I'm going to pretend didn't happen) but this fic idea just popped into my head. Don't hate me. This takes place between "People Who Use People" and "Achy Jakey Heart." Anyway, I didn't write "Big Girls Don't Cry"... Fergie did. And I don't own Hannah Montana. If I did, "Achy Jakey Heart" would have gone differently. Review please, I'd really appreciate it. And I'm not abandoning Hurricane Miley. I have just been very busy. Read that and review it too. I really love feedback.