AN: As Michael sits right here, he contemplates his relationships, and ends up making a really big decision.

Chapter Six: Best of Both Worlds

Michael just sat there, looking at Miley's lifeless body in the hospital bed. She looked at peace, and beautiful as she laid there. But in the back of his mind, Michael knew that if she didn't pull through, this was going to be all of his fault. He was the one that hurt her, he was the one that made her run into that street, and he was the reason that she got hit and that's why she was in the state that she was now. He couldn't take this, he wasn't going to lose the best thing that has happened to him ever since he moved out here.

"Hey, she's going to be fine." Robby Ray said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Michael couldn't take his eyes off of her, and he didn't want to leave in the off chance that she might wake up.

"It's just...I feel like I made a mistake in choosing a stranger over here." Michael said. "I know that I should have listened to her, and I should have known that she had feelings for me."

"Well, it's not too late to tell her now." Robby Ray said. Michael gave him a nod, and slowly entered her room.

Michael just sat there, looking at his friend as she laid there motionless in her bed. Michael just wanted to tell her how he really felt, about her, but he couldn't he just couldn't. Not yet, right away. He figured that he should wait until she woke up to tell her how he really felt about her. Michael took her lifeless hand into his, and just held it. He leaned over, and gave her a light kiss. He let a tear fall down his face, and he closed his eyes, falling asleep. Michael then flashed back to the first day that he met her.

Michael felt like a fish out of water. He was in Malibu only a few days at the most, and he already missed his home town of St. Louis. He knew that there wasn't going to be nothing for him here, and he just wanted to head back home.

Then he met Miley.

He remembered that day down to what they were wearing. He was wearing black jeans and his St. Louis Rams jersey, number 13 of course. (AN: Guess who that was) Miley was wearing white shorts that showed off her legs, and a tank top. Michael was of course, really shy around girls, and such a pretty one at that wasn't going to make him feel any better.

Melody and Miley became friends, and Michael just kept watching her from afar. He wanted to go and say hi, but being a chicken prevented him from doing that. Miley seemed to sense that he was watching her, and one day, she came over when he was just at home. She came in, and sat with him on his living room couch. They sat there, and talked for a while, mostly about their hometowns, Michael being from Missouri and Miley being from Tennessee. Miley watched as he sat there uncomfortably. Melody told him that he was really shy around girls, and she didn't really see or get why he was like that. She thought that he was kind of cute, of course she didn't tell him that. Melody arrived home and teased them about making out on the couch, which they weren't doing. Miley laughed, and left the home, and from that day forward, Michael came to terms with being in Malibu, especially now that he had a cute friend, and Miley felt the same way.

Michael woke up, and realized that he had fallen asleep in a very uncomfortable position. He looked back at Miley, and realized that she was asleep peacefully. Michael knew what he had to do, and he gave her another kiss before leaving.

"Hannah, I have something to tell you." Michael said. Hannah looked at him, and knew immediately what he was going to say.

"I know." Hannah said. "I went by your house, and Melody told me that Miley had been in an accident, and that you went with her to the hospital."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you worry." Michael said.

"Michael, do you love her?" Hannah asked.

"What?" Michael asked as if he didn't hear her clearly.

"Michael, do you love her?" Hannah askedagain.

Michael wasn't able to look her in the face when she asked that, and as soon as she did, Hannah knew the truth.

"Michael, if you love her, then don't be here with me, be with her." Hannah said.

"I'm sorry." Michael said sadly.

"Don't be. Go." Hannah said. Michael gave her a kiss goodbye, and left. Hannah felt happy that she did something good for the both of them.

ONE MONTH LATER...

Michael and Miley were walking along the beach, looking at the sunset. Miley was still recovering from being hit by the car weeks ago, and Michael was there to help her out with the recovery. Michael wanted to tell her how he really felt about her, but he was debating whether or not this was the right time to tell her. She stopped walking suddenly and took a seat in the sand. Michael sat right next to her, and she turned to face him.

"Michael, I need to know, do you love me?" Miley asked. Michael found himself completely caught off guard at he question. He knew that he should have said yes, but instead he found himself biting his tongue, and not said a word.

Miley took his face in her hands, and looked him in his eyes.

"Miley, I do love you. I have ever since I first saw you." Michael said. "I am sorry about everything that has happened between us."

"Don't worry about it, I love you too." Miley said. Michael leaned in, and kissed her. Miley rolled on top of him, and deepened the kiss, just as the water from the beach crashed into them.

It didn't matter though, they both just laughed and kissed each other again.

THE END

AN: Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!