Miley sat on her bed, thinking. About someone, not someone she loved, like loved as in wanted to kiss. But love in a family member, that someone was Jackson. She had been thinking of him ever since he was murdered by Angel. She missed him dearly even though he was there for her when she needed him. It was not like him being alive though. It was only two weeks after he died and Miley was depressed. She never went to the beach or mall anymore, just moped around all day. A couple of times Jackson had visited her and told her to hang out with her friends but she didn't listen. She just went into Jackson's room often and watched videos. Every now and then she would cry. But not often. She wasn't over his death though, either, sometimes she just felt like breaking down but she had to stay strong for him. Of course, Robby Ray missed him too, much, infact. He and Miley both talked to him every night through their prayers. Miley especially missed him. Not to say his father didn't, Jackson had died to save Miley. Which made it extra hard for her. Every now and then she smiled proudly knowing Angel was in jail. Then, for the reason she was, the fact Jackson was dead, made her cry all over again. She daily visited his grave site and dropped by a note or something belonged to him, or a flower. His grave was beautiful, photos and flowers, notes and some cards were decorated nicely around the headstone. Miley liked visiting his grave to arrange it or talk to Jackson. Evertime she visited it though, she couldn't help but cry. Cry for the many things he had done for her when he didn't want to first, cry for his death, cry for everything he's ever done. He was like Miley's hero. But both didn't know. Both didn't think that Jackson would soon pay a visit to Miley like no other. An adventure that would lead to tragedy, love, excitment. Broken hearts, lies, depression. That's what lied ahead, but Jackson knew one thing. He'd always be there for Miley. No matter how hard things would get.
So that's the prolouge. Review please :D