Chapter 7: On the Coast of Some Where Beautiful, Runnin' With My Heart

(I don't own Hannah Montana nor Kenny Chesney's song title...even though I wouldn't mind to own Kenny...because he's a good singer and all.)

My prayers go out to the VT students, and the families of the victims in the VT shooting.


That night, Miley had her books sprawled haphazardly across her bed. Her hair spriggy out from all different angles as her messy ponytail laid on her shoulders. Her head rested in her palms as she attempted to study. Soon, her dad was standing in her doorway, worry etched on his face.

"Hey Miles, what's up? You've been pretty quiet up here." He walked in and sat next to her on her bed.

"I'm just frustrated. That's all." She sighed, shutting her book.

"Something at school buggin' you?"

"More like someone." She rolled her eyes.

"Another boy, honey, I'm gonna need a bigger gun." He chuckled as he placed his arm around her shoulders.

"No dad, it's Jake Ryan again. He's back and now he has a totally new girlfriend. I thought he liked me." She replied dejectedly.

"Well, Miles, if I do recall, you two left on a pretty awkward note." His voice sang out.

"I guess." She sniffled and leaned her head onto his shoulder.

"Have you talked to him?"

"I tried, daddy. He went all Zombie Slayer and wasn't being himself. He was afraid that I hated him and that's why he never contacted me." She pouted as she flew back into her plush comforter.

"Do you hate him, Miles?" Her dad looked at her quizzically.

"No, not at all but now it's a big ol' mess." She threw her hands up.

"The truth is the only thing that fixes these here situations, bud." He replied as he stood from her bed.

"I know but its easier sad than done." She whined.

"You'll feel better... And I did have a point of coming up here." He thought a moment. "Oh yeah, speaking of Jake Ryan, they want you on his show again." He said cheerfully.

"Nooooo!" Miley groaned.

"Sorry honey but you'll only have to face him as Hannah then." He reminded her.

"When is my life over, dad?" She flopped back on her bed.

"Saturday morning, Miles." He replied matter-of-factly as he left her room.


It was Thursday. Miley was in the girls' locker room, getting ready for her gym class. A gym class that she completely despised, do to the fact that Jake Ryan graced the class with his holier than thou presence. She was mentally preparing herself for anything he threw at her.

She walked out of the locker room and turned the corner to see the person she didn't want to, talking on his oversized cell phone. She shimmied back to eavesdrop.

"Yes, mom, my wrist is fine." She over heard.

"No, it just hurt a bit this morning. I'm fine."

"Yes, I'll ice it."

"No, I haven't apologized to her yet."

Miley's heart skipped a beat.

"I know I should."

"I have to go, mom. Bye."

Just as he hung up Miley appeared from around the corner.

"Talking to your mommy?" She said snottily with her hands placed on her hips.

"No it was my agent. Making sure his Jake is alright." He put on his macho-man façade.

"I heard you say bye mom." She mocked him.

"Alright fine, it was my mom. She was worried about my wrist, but what do you care?" His eyes burned into hers.

"I…uh…" She tugged on the hem of her gym shirt. "I don't…not really."

"Fine." He stuck his nose up at her and turned to walk away.

"Jake! Wait!" She called out as he spun around.

"Yeah." He stepped closer as his look softened.

"It's just…I mean…I feel really bad for everything…" She started.

Just as she was about to do just as her dad had told her, a band of girls walked by and began squealing over Jake. He looked at Miley and gave her an apologetic smile.

Miley walked quietly by herself into class, wallowing in her defeat


.The rest of the day was extremely uneventful until she received another text while walking home from school.

1 new text from Jake.

If you were apologizing today I'm sorry too.

Miley smiled as she walked onto her open deck and took in a breath of fresh air. She was glad they were getting somewhere.

She dashed back inside.

"Hey dad I'm going for a walk on the beach!" She yelled as she grabbed a zip up hoodie and walked barefoot into the sand.

She walked closer to the water and let it rise up over her feet and sink back down. That was when she saw him, he wasn't doing anything except walking by himself and she recognized that black hat and those sunglasses almost immediately.

She kept her spot near the ocean as she felt him getting closer. Breathing in a breath of salty air, she let a sigh fall from her lips as he approached.

Cliff hanger!