A/N: This is the sequel to "Tell Me You Don't Care." (If u need a link let me know) and it is set two years later. Enjoy : )

Chapter 1:

"Come on Mile's, Jake's here."

"Coming!" I shouted.

I came thundering down the steps and made my way out the front door and down the driveway.

I saw Jake, leaning against his Hummer H3, with a pile of empty moving boxes at his feet. He grinned as he saw me rushing towards him. He opened his arms and caught me as I jumped on him with my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Hey baby." He said as he set me down and kissed me square on the lips.

"Hey, I missed you." I said as I hugged him again.

"Miles, I was only gone for two days. I had to take all my stuff up there so there was room for yours." He chuckled.

"I know." I pouted. "But I still missed you."

He kissed my pouty lips and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I missed you too, Miles."

I grinned up at him.

"Good."

"So, are you ready to start packing?" He asked as he bent down and picked up a couple of the empty boxes.

"Ugh, I guess so." I said reluctantly.

I picked up the rest of the boxes and lead the way up to my room, even though Jake was well aware of where it was already.

I pushed my bedroom door opened with my hip and threw the boxes down on the floor. Jake followed in suit.

"I so don't want to do this." I whined as I plopped down on my bed and laid back against my pillow.

"I could think of something else we could do instead." Jake wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I laughed and leaned up to kiss his lips.

"I'd much rather be doing that as well, but you know if we start, we will never stop, which means I'll never finish packing." I reasoned as he came back down for another kiss and then he let out a groan.

"Fine. I guess your right. Go, get started, before I can't control myself." He waved me off in a childish manner.

I laughed as I picked up a box and headed to the Hannah closet.

"Babe, could you start packing up my clothes from those drawers while I do the Hannah closet?" I motioned over to the drawers near my stereo.

"Uh, sure babe." He yawned.

I grabbed a few more boxes because, lets face it, one would not be enough for the Hannah Montana closet.

An hour and a half and five very stuffed boxes along and one duffel bag later, I walked out of the closet with a sigh of relief.

I saw Jake sitting on my bed, sleeping. I assumed he had finished my drawers. I opened one to check and make sure he had gotten everything, to find that he had gotten nothing.

I checked the boxes to find them completely empty.

Had he been sleeping for the last hour and a half?

I let out an aggravated sigh and looked over at Jake, who was snoring.

I crossed my arms in an angry huff. But then I let a smirk play across my lips. I uncrossed my arms, sauntered over to my bed, and quietly got on and stood over Jake,

I held back a laugh as he shifted and let out a snort.

I counted to three in my head and then began jumping wildly up and down on the bed.

"Wake up!"

The bounce launched Jake up.

"What? What the fu—"

I was sitting on my legs, on the bed, doubling over with laughter.

Hs face was hilarious!

He rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What is so funny?" he asked groggily.

"Your face." I said through giggles.

"Why did you do that?" He asked as he laid back down on my bed, not seeming to care that much.

"Because you fell asleep on me when you should have been packing."

"Oh,uh huh." He said though a yawn as he closed his eyes again.

"Jake!" I threw a pillow at his head.

"I'm up!" he shouted groggily and sat up again.

I rolled my eyes, seeing as Jake was going to be no help, I began packing my dresser drawers into boxes.

"I was just about to do that babe."

Jake yawned and rose off the bed to stretch.

I looked back at him and rolled my eyes.

"Sure you were."

"I was. Besides, don't you have to clean out the Hannah closet?"

I glared at him and threw another pillow, which he barely dodged.

"I did that Hannah closet over an hour ago! You were sleeping the entire time. Now we are running behind schedule. We are supposed to be on the road in less then an hour."

Jake looked baffled.

"I was asleep for an hour and half? Wow." he checked his watch.

"You know what." I shook my head unbelievably.

"Babe, I'm sorry. Tell me what to do. Just name it and I'll do it." He said, trying to make it up to me.

"I don't even want your help anymore." I said, pissy. Asked hopefully

"Come on, don't be like that." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Ok, fine, you want to help now? Carry all of the boxes to the car." I replied, untangling his arms from my waist.

"But your not even don't packing them yet."

"Oh, no, not these boxes, those boxes."

I pointed over towards the opposite side of the room and watched Jake follow my finger and change his expression to one of horror.

Sitting the corner were about ten boxes, three plastic bins, and several large duffel bags.

"Are you sure you don't need help, ya know, right here?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope, I'll finish these couple boxes and you be a dear and start carrying everything to your car, ok."

His shoulders slumped and I laughed.

That's what he gets for napping on the job.

About an hour later I was finally finished packing my room and Jake had grudgingly carried everything to the car.

I looked around my room once more and sighed. I was going to miss it here.

I grabbed he last duffel bag, swung it over my shoulder and left the room, closing the door behind me.

I slowly walked down the stairs and decided to jump off the last one, just like I had when I was a child.

I giggled when I landed.

I walked down the driveway to see Jake and my dad loading the last box into the car.

"Oh no, not more stuff!" Jake exclaimed.

I laughed at his horror of having to pile more things into his car.

"No, just this duffel, don't worry."

I opened the passenger side and chucked the duffel in.

I turned and saw my dad.

"Oh daddy!" I gave him a great big hug.

"Ok, now I want you two to stay safe, don't drive at night, and call me as soon as you get there."

He let go of me and gave Jake a manly hug and whispered something in his ear.

"Will do, Sir."

Jake opened my door foe me and then ran around to his side and hopped in.

"Bye daddy! Love you!"

I waved out the window as we slowly pulled away.

"Love ya, baby girl." He called as we drove into the sunset.

Jake looked over and noticed my sad expression.

"Are you ok, Miles?"

"Yeah, Im just going to miss this place."

"I know babe, don't worry though, you got me." He patted my thigh and winked at me.

This made me laugh.

"I love how you trying to make me feel better ends up being a major ego boost for you."

"Hey, I figure, why not kill two birds with one stone?"

I laughed and pushed his arm.

"But seriously Miles, you have nothing to worry about, everything will be fine."

"I know, I know."

I agreed with him.

This was the beginning of our college experience.

This was going to be fun. . . right?

A/N" Ok so chapter 1, what did you think? Oh and also FYI Jake already knows about Miley being Hannah Montana. R&R if you liked it!