Miley's POV:

I woke up Christmas morning with a comforting arm around my waist. For a second, I seriously thought about just going back too sleep, and staying here all day. But, with a sigh, I knew I had to get up. I rolled over to face Jake, who was still sleeping soundly. I pulled his arm off of my waist and kissed his hand.

"Hey. . .wake up. . ." I whispered. No movement.

"Please. . .get up. . ." I begged. He turned over and muttered something incoherent. I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over him so my hair fell in his face.

"Please?" I asked like a little girl. I felt his hand move and try and push away my hair, which was awaking him from his wonderful slumber. He finally gave up and opened his eyes.

"I see a lot of brown." He muttered as he tried to move my hair. I laughed and said,

"Guess what?" He turned over and smiled before saying,

"What? You love me?"

"Yea I do, but I was going to say we have to get up and go to my house for Christmas." I replied. He sighed and buried his face in his pillow before muttering,

"I wish you would have just said you loved me." I laid back too and said,

"Sorry. But we have to get up." He pulled his head up from the pillow and sat up slightly before putting his arm around me. I sat up a little more and he said,

"Yea but it would be nice if we didn't." I pulled the blanket up a little more, trying to keep from freezing before replying,

"Yes but we can't hide away from the world." He sighed again and said,

"Well, how about we just pretend for a while that we can. Lets pretend that we don't ever have to leave this apartment or deal with anything. Just you and me." I smiled and was about to say something when he added,

"And a dominos pizza guy so we don't starve." I laughed and said,

"I thought you had 'people' for that? You know, the annoying people who follow you around like, 'Mr. Ryan! What can I do for you? Nothing? Are you sure! I could get you a drink. . .o-or a soda or something???' And they are always like so hyper and weird!" he laughed at my bad impersonation of his 'people' and poked my shoulder before saying,

"Hey? Am I the only one who remembers Hannah's 'people'? They were always young boys that all had these monster crushes on you. They would walk up to you and twitch and be like, "M-M-Ms. Montana? Y-You have to go on s-s-stage in f-five minutes." And you would be like, 'Ok Austin or whatever' and they would like faint or something."

"Ok, ok, so we both have had very bad 'people'." I said.

"I'll say!" He replied.

"Well, now we can just be each others people." I said.

"I'd like that." He said. We both sat in silence for a few moments.

"When are we going to get married?" I asked randomly.

"I don't know. But whenever it is, it has to be wonderful." he replied.

"Yes it does. I was thinking. . .I was thinking about telling the world I was Hannah." I said casually. He sat up, jerking his arm away causing me to fall.

"What?" He asked. I sat up, trying to move my hair out of my face.

"Well. . .I mean, if I marry you as Miley I'll be famous anyway. . .and it just seems like its time. I'm just so sick of lying to everyone." I said.

"True, but what about Hope? You could stay Hope and stay out of the drama." He said. I laughed and said,

"I think trying to be three people at once will cause plenty of drama. Don't worry, I've thought about this a lot and I think its for the best."

"The best for you, or the best for us?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.

"I don't know, both I guess." I replied, "What could go wrong?"

"Give me a few minutes to think and I could come up with a few things." he said. I laughed and said,

"Well, we better get up now and get ready."

"Do we have too?" He asked. I sighed.

"Even if we didn't go, what reason would I give him?"

"Tell him. . .your getting tutored." Jake said, fighting back laughter.

"What? And give the man a heart attack? Don't think so." I shot back. I reached over to the table and grabbed my cell phone. I flipped it open and read the time.

"Oh My Gosh! Jake, its 12:30!" I exclaimed.

"And. . .?" he asked.

"And we were supposed to be there at noon! Crap! Come on, get up!" I said as I jumped up and ran off to the bathroom with the blanket still wrapped around me. I was in there for thirty seconds before I realized I forgot to grab some clothes. I don't think it would be a very good idea to go in the nude, might be a little awkward. So I ran back out and randomly grabbed clothes out of my drawers, trying to make it match. All I could find clean was red sweat pants. (A lot of clothes were still in boxes) Jake, who was strangely, already dressed, threw a lime green tank top at me and said,

"Here where that."

"It doesn't match, and I wore it yesterday."

"Well, red and green are Christmas colors and you wore it underneath that white thing that has all those sharp buttons, so it doesn't matter." He called as he ran into the bathroom. I sighed and quickly got dressed. I ran to the bathroom to brush my hair and opened the door.

"Hey, using the bathroom here!" Jake called. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my brush before replying,

"Hey, don't care!" I quickly ran the brush through my hair and grabbed my purse. Jake grabbed his tooth brush and stuck it underneath the faucet as I snatched it from him and put it back.

"Use a brush-up in the car! Lets go!" We ran to the car and jumped in. I was half-way down the road when Jake said,

"Are your feet cold babe?" I looked over at him and said,

"Why would my feet be cold?" He laughed and pointed down at them. I realized what was wrong then. I forgot shoes.

"Shit." I said. He reached into the back of my car and pulled out a pair of white flip-flops. I sighed.

"Great. I'm wearing flip-flops and a tank top in December."

"Aw, its ok I'll keep you warm." Jake said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and pressed harder down on the gas. He put his hand on my knee and said,

"Whoa, slow down. Your going 65 in a 50 zone." I slowed down a bit and said,

"I can't believe I'm late for Christmas. Dad is going to be so mad at me!" At that point the house came into view. I flew into the driveway and turned off the car with a jerk. We both ran into the house to see my Dad, Jackson, Lilly, and Oliver sitting at the table playing poker. When I shut the door, everyone looked up with their eyebrows raised. Jackson stood up and said,

"Well, well, well. Look who is an hour late. I took the liberty of opening up your present. Hope you didn't mind." I scowled and tried to think up a really good excuse. Just then Lydia came down the stairs and said,

"Great! Miley and Jake are here! Now, where is the apple pie you were supposed to bring?" Opps.

"Um. . .well you see it's a funny story actually. . .I slept late and kinda sorta didn't have time. Sorry?" Everyone was staring at us. Lilly stood up, breaking the silence.

"Well, merry Christmas Miley and Jake!" She hugged me and Jake.

"Hey. . .Didn't you wear that yesterday?" She asked me, eyeing the tank top.

"Yea, I couldn't find anything else." I replied. Dad hugged me and shook Jake's hand and handed me my already opened present and Jake his. We all sat in the living room and Lilly said,

"So Miley, I can't believe you slept so late! You always get up really early!" I laughed and said,

"I don't know what came over me! I guess I was just sleepy, which is to be expected. I mean, I carried boxes in for ever yesterday!" Lilly nodded and her and Jackson and Dad started talking about something and got into a long conversation. Of course, I probably would have been part of the conversation if my attention wasn't somewhere else. I noticed Oliver was looking at Jake with a weird look on his face. Jake was oblivious to this as he opened his presents. Oliver caught my eye and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Ha, 'moving boxes' my butt." he whispered. I crossed my arms and said,

"I have no idea what you are talking about Oliver." He smirked and said sarcastically,

"I'm sure." I rolled my eyes and turned to look at everyone else. Lydia and Jackson were eating something weird, Dad was talking to Jake now about some country singer Jake had worked with, and Lilly was trying to get my attention.

"Miley, I have to talk to you." She whispered. I nodded and jerked my head to the stairs. We both stood up and muttered something about having to 'freshen up' before grabbing Oliver and running upstairs. We all three sat down on the floor in my old room and Lilly said,

"The trio lives again!" I laughed and looked around my room that looked sadly empty.

"Miley," Oliver said suddenly, "Where is your necklace?" I reached up to my neck realizing my locket wasn't there.

"Oh, I took it off yesterday and forgot to put it back on." I replied casually. Lilly narrowed her eyes and said,

"Something is up with you. First, you sleep really late and you never sleep in. Second, you are wearing the same shirt two days in a row and you never do that either. Third, you took off your locket that you never take off for anything. Ok spill, what is going on?" I bit my lip and looked away before saying,

"Ok, you can't tell Dad of Jackson or even Lydia, Oliver. This is between us, and only us. And well, Jake too but yea. . .you know what I mean." Lilly was leaning forward, ready to hear the big secret and Oliver looked like he already knew what I was going to say. I jumped up and made sure the door was shut before sitting back down and said,

"Ok so last night, me and Jake decided to give each other our presents early." I started. Lilly nodded, and Oliver had his eyebrows raised.

"So he gave me this engagement ring and proposed to me and it was–

Oliver cut me off with a smirk, "And let me guess, he was extremely romantic and sweet that you couldn't help but give him a special present! And you two slept extra late because of that gift, and you grabbed the only clothes you could find which were the ones laying on the floor, and you had to take off your necklace so it wouldn't break."

I starred at him with my mouth open.

"I'm sorry, have I told you this story before?" I asked, while Lilly was still trying to figure out what was going on.

"No, but Lydia gave me a special present to ease the pain of my best friend getting kidnaped. And I kinda figured by the way Jake was acting different then usual. Especially around you Dad and brother. Kinda obvious actually."

"I still don't get..–Oh! Oh. . . Oh?" Lilly exclaimed, trying to decide if she was happy or not.

"Oh man! That means everyone in the room has done it except me! Dang it!" She yelled as she jumped up. Oliver laughed and said,

"I'm sure if you really wanted Jackson would help you with that."

"Ok, ew!!!" I screamed. Lilly laughed and said, "No thanks. I'm going to be the only good one in here." we laughed and stood up together.

"Everything is really changing isn't it?" Lilly asked as she looked around. I looked at both of them and said,

"Yea. Yea it has." Silence fell over us and it was almost a heart wrenching moment that made you think about all the changes in life. Lilly looked like she was tearing up so Oliver hurried up and said,

"But it has changed for the better. We will always be best friends! No one can tear us apart! Together forever until the Earth tips and–

"There you guys are!" Jake exclaimed as he leaned against the doorframe. Oliver just shrugged and said,

"Well where were you?" Jake frowned and pushed us all back into my room before closing the door.

"Getting the third degree downstairs from Jackson and Mr. Stewart!" he exclaimed.

"Yea, dude, you were totally obvious." Oliver said with a laugh and his arms crossed.

"Psh, I have no Idea what you are talking about." Jake said as he glanced over at me.

"Right. Well lets play twenty questions!" Oliver said with a grin. He was purposely trying to make Jake feel uncomfortable, and it was really funny.

"Ok, is it. . .an activity?" Oliver asked as Lilly was doubled over with laughter.

"Ok who told you?" Jake asked with a smile. Oliver pointed an accusing finger at me but then said,

"But I already knew. Lilly was the one who didn't."

"Don't rub it in, I'm slow. Get over it!" Lilly said. Just then someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I called. Dad walking in and held out my presents.

"I re-wrapped them for you, seeing as though your dork head brother opened them." I laughed and hugged him before saying,

"Thanks Dad." he lifted up my face and said,

"Are you ok bud? You seem kinda out of it." I smiled and said,

"I'm perfectly fine Dad. I love you, Merry Christmas!" He smiled and kissed my forehead and said,

"Merry Christmas bud."

Okay so maybe I'm still a daddy's girl.