A/n: So…My writer's block is horrible with my other stories, so I'm hoping this one will make me inspired for the others! Please R & R!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, I was inspired by Haunted Sister by Lael Littke for the beginning chapter but that's about the extent of it being in my story at all, and I definitely don't own the song Not Now by Blink 182 for which I'm basing the stories plot line around.

&&:: Chapter One ::&&

And I read about the afterlife

But I never really lived

And I read about the afterlife

But I never really lived

-Patrick Stump, Saturday, Fall Out Boy

It was raining the day I died, or should I say nearly died. Not pouring cats and dogs raining, just light enough to slick the roads, that was probably the main reason that I had died.

I mean I wasn't even supposed to be there, it was just around the time right when I would have usually been in my English 11 class at Sea View High. But Oliver had kept on, "Come on Miles. Please, I just need to get out. I promise I'll bring you back before the last bell rings. Pretty please."

Normally I'd be the one begging him to accompany me somewhere in order to play hooky and miss a few classes, but that day was unusual from the beginning.

He had been insisting I go with him all morning telling me, reminding me that he always goes with me when I want to skip a class or two.

He even used that stupid puppy eyed pout that makes him look like a five year old pleading with a parent for a new toy, and I had to give in, because I always seem to fall for that pout no matter what…

Oh right, back to the story of my death...

We were just out for a drive. I mean there was no where we could go-Malibu on a rainy day sucks, so we settled on a nice little drive around town.

I met my timely death while we sat idly at a red light at the intersection of Wal-Mart Way, and 22nd Street, listening to an old cd Oliver had managed to find in the back of his messy car.

I should have known something was up when I saw a car making its way towards us-Straight for us.

In what was only a few seconds, the car had hit us. And the last thing I saw was its lights shining so brilliantly that I closed my eyes.

I didn't even have time to scream, or tell my boyfriend of eighteen months that I loved him. I didn't even have time to have my life flash before my eyes. I didn't even have time to think back to the past and remember all the good and bad.

I wished I could have-I would have screamed "Oliver I Love You!" as loudly as I could. I would have taken the time to think about my mom, how beautiful she was, or my dad, his wondrous voice, or Jackson, his protective brother side, or Lilly, my best friend…

I would have wished to go back in time. To have told everyone I was Hannah Montana instead of having to try to keep my secret a secret every day. To have told my dad how great he really is, although his jokes aren't as funny as he thinks. To have hugged Jackson extra long that morning. To have told Oliver no, and be able to kiss his soft lips later on that day. To have sat through English with him sitting beside me, with that confused but serious face he wears when trying to take down notes.

Oh lord…Why did it have to happen to me? Why now? Why couldn't I have had just another day…

God has a master plan-That's what my dad always said. He said it when I first became Hannah, "Bud, God has a master plan for all us. And a big one just for you…"

I guess not, huh.

I can feel pain shooting through my body, I can't move. I can't speak. I can feel something liquid running down my face, but I'm too tired to open my eyes to see if it's blood. The soft sounds of Patrick Stump's voice is the last thing I hear before my mind shuts down completely and I'm plugged into unconsciousness.

Nothingness surrounds and engulfs me.

Oh lord…Why?