AN: My newest Hannah Montana story! Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Accident That Changed Everything

It was a quiet Friday night, and "Party in the USA" was playing on the radio. 17-year old Miley Stewart was in a state of bliss. For one, she was a world famous pop star in disguise as Hannah Montana. She had millions of fans all around the world, and that was what made her fame all the worth while for her. She smiled, and looked at her boyfriend, who was driving the car as she sat in the passenger's seat. Michael Harris, her former best friend and now her boyfriend, looked over at Miley, and smiled at her. Miley calmly and seductively ran her hand through his long, blonde hair. Michael laughed, and tried to keep his eyes on the road, which was difficult, because in part of what Miley was wearing. She was wearing a short blue jean skirt, and a zip up hoodie, where she unzipped it just enough to try and tease Michael, which she was doing well.

"Do you like what you see?" Miley asked, smiling at him.

"Yes, I do." Michael laughed. Miley smiled and playfully punched him in the arm.

"We grew up together, and you are thinking like that?" Miley joked.

"I can't help it. The fact that you have blossomed into a beautiful young woman makes it hard for me to keep my eyes off of you." Michael said, with genuine sincerity.

As they were continuing to drive, Miley was looking out the window at the cool, starry Malibu sky.

"This is nice, you know, just the two of us." Miley said.

"Yeah it is." Michael answered in agreement. "It's a good thing Jackson and Melody are on their own date, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Makes it even better that we have this time to ourselves." Miley said.

Jackson and Melody began dating a little bit before they did, in a sense, Jackson and Melody's relationship gave Michael the courage to ask Miley out, and soon enough, they became boyfriend and girlfriend. He couldn't have been happier.

Miley looked outside of Michael's window, and noticed a car swerving all over the road.

"Michael, what's that over there?" Miley asked, concerned. Michael looked and saw that there was nothing where Miley was pointing at.

"I don't see nothing." Michael said. Miley thought she was seeing things, and she quickly wrote off what she thought she saw. As the young teenage couple waited at the stop light, Miley looked up and saw the same car that she mentioned earlier coming right at them.

"Michael look out!" Miley screamed, pointing directly out of his side of the car. Michael looked to where Miley was pointing, and tried to get away, but it was too late. The car smacked right into them, and then there was the sound of metal grinding and glass flying everywhere. Miley saw Michael shield her from the oncoming damage. Before Miley could try and reach out to her boyfriend, darkness took her before she was able to check on him.

What happened? What's going on? Why is everything dark? Wait, I think that I know what had just happened. The last thing that I remembered was being in the car with Michael, and a car hitting us. Wait a minute, Michael threw himself in front of me to prevent the car from doing any major damage to me. God, I hope that he is alright...

Miley slowly opened her eyes, and saw the wreckage that was before her. She had a cut on her head that was bleeding slightly. She saw Michael, and saw that he was in worse shape. He was pinched in between his car seat and the car caving in the front door. Miley tried her best to get him out of the wreckage with her bare hands, but she knew that her trying that was useless. She did the only thing she could at that point.

"Michael. Listen to me, okay?" Miley said, running her hand along his face in an effort to calm him down. "I need you to stay with me. Stay here with all of the people that love you and can't ;I've without you."

Miley climbed out of the wreckage and staggered towards the street. Miley looked around helplessly, and saw that no one was around. She saw the car that hit the both of them, and saw that the driver was long gone. The truck that Michael was driving didn't stand up to the force of the much bigger van that hit them. She looked around desperate for someone to help them. She knew that no one was coming.

"Help!" Miley screamed, tears coming down her face. "Someone! Anybody! Please help us!"

Miley looked around, and saw that to her despair and dismay, that no one was coming. She looked back towards the wrecakge, and saw that Michael still wasn't moving. That made Miley feel even worse than she originally did.

"God, please help us." Miley said softly.

AN: How was it? Keep reading for more!