a/n: in case you're wondering, these thoughts are racing through her mind at light speed. It's not like she's thinking all of these thoughts for a while and being all silent for like ten minutes. Haha, thought I'd clear that up. Okay, so this is probably all going to be flashbacks, and I'm ending this story now. I kinda gave up on this story, sorry. (which explains the 2 months without me updating)!
Disclaimer- Just the other day, I said, "Hey, I want to buy Hannah Montana!" So I ran over to Disney Channel Headquarters, and found out that the eighty-seven cents I possessed wasn't quite going to cover it. Boo. Time to start saving up again:D
Miley sat on the beach, her toes in the sand and her head in her knees. She had been sitting there crying for hours. She felt a light mist from the sea hit her face and pulled her knees in closer, sniffling. Jake Ryan. She'd waited such a long time for him. They finally kissed, and then the news. "Frankie Muniz was going to do a movie but he dropped out. I fly to Romania tonight," he said, expecting her to wait for him. She pushed him over and ran to the shore, tears already streaming down her face. She couldn't believe what had happened. She climbed the side of a mountain, the footholds worn in from her frequent visits. She sat at the top, waiting there for the sunset. Watching it go down, her tears slowed as she savored the beauty of the moment.
"Miles? You okay?"
She turned, surprised. This was her spot...she'd never seen anyone else there. It was on a cliff, overlooking the entire beach. She had spent a lot of time there when she was upset. She looked back into the face of Oliver, who was looking at her cautiously. He smiled kindly and then sat next to her. He put his arm around her shivering body and wiped away her tears. There was no need for words, everything was understood. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he gave her a light squeeze. She smiled up at him and scooted in closer, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. She fell asleep this way and woke up in her own bed. The next day, she found him at his usual spot on the beach and gave him a hug. Before letting go, she whispered in his ear, "Thanks for everything, Oliver," and kissed his cheek. She smiled at him then turned to find Lilly. He touched the spot where her soft lips had pressed against his face and grinned, the first real smile he had experienced in days. "Anytime, Miles," he said softly, taking a seat next to Lilly and pretending to be interested in their conversation.
Miley took a deep breath and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She remembered how much she and Oliver had been through.
"Thank you," Oliver mouthed to Miley after she had helped save his relationship. Miley smiled back and then sat down. His excuse had been that she was in love with him. She played it off as a joke, but she really did care for him. Did she love him? It can't have been love, not at that age, but she did like him a lot. She had to hide it in front of Oliver, because his happiness was most important to her.
"I..." she tried again, tears now spilling out of her eyes.
She couldn't go through with it. She'd forget the words and embarrass herself in front of the nation, yet again. Why did Dad think that it would help her get over forgetting the national anthem? "Na-na-na life, na-na-nan-tight, ba-da-da-da-da, it's all na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na ya never know where you'll...na, and I'm gonna take my shabada, I'm still getting it wrong , " she finished, sitting on the ground. 'I knew it would fail,' she thought. "Hold on tight," she heard from a familiar voice. She popped her head up, smiling as she saw Oliver encouraging everyone to sing with him. She felt her confidence raise at the thought that she had her best friend back and finished the concert well. She was still grateful to Oliver for that.
And right there and then she thought that she couldn't go through with it. She knew that if she married Jake, she'd regret it for the rest of her life, and though she loved Jake, she didn't want to spend her life comparing him to Oliver. She knew what she had to do, but somehow she never realized it would be so hard. 'Do I love Jake as much as Oliver?' she thought to herself. She thought back to how long it took for her to give in to Jake. She remembered how long he begged and pleaded for one date, and how different he was from her expectations. She remembered how much her first kiss with him meant, and how heartbroken she was after. She remembered everything, and she knew that he really was the perfect man. Thinking back to Oliver, she recalled every year of their friendship. She remembered calling him a donut; she remembered laughing at his stupid jokes. But above all else, she remembered how much she loved him...as a brother. As Miley came to this surprising revelation, she opened her mouth and let the words flow out of it. "I do," she said, and the feeling that rushed through her body was a mixture of relief and true happiness. She heard someone in the background saying, "You may now kiss the bride," but didn't comprehend anything except the feeling of Jake's mouth on hers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Jake Ryan!" the priest exclaimed.
She held Jake's hand and felt sheer joy in knowing that any time she fell, he'd be there to catch her. She squeezed his hand again as they traveled out of the church. Once they reached the limo she sat next to him and said, "I love you, Jake Ryan. So much."
And for once, when he replied, "I love you, Miley Stewart," she didn't imagine it was Oliver.
a/n: i couldn't let Jake get hurt like that. I'm mean, but I'm not downright cruel. :P
