AN: This is the final chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Those Three Little Words

Miley dragged Michael's lifeless body back to their cabin. Miley shut the door behind them, and she continued to drag his lifeless figure to the bedroom. She noticed that his clothes were soaking wet and completely soaked through, so she laid him on the bed and began to undress him. Half way through, she dressed his head wound, and finally continued to take off the rest of his wet clothes. Miley's face went red, as she placed his wet and nude figure in the bed. He laid there peacefully, but she noticed to her relief he was breathing, slowly, but he was breathing nonetheless.

Miley slowly ran her hand through his hair, and gave him a soft kiss.

"Thanks for saving me." Miley said. Michael showed no response in his face. Miley smiled, and sat in a chair by his bed. She began to nod off, but she snapped herself awake. She calmly placed her head against the wall, and before she knew it, she was sound asleep.


It was a dark and stormy night. Miley was at home alone, and she was scared to death. The power was out, and to make matters worse, she thinks that someone is trying to break into the house. Then, out of nowhere, a knock came from the front door. Miley slowly walked to the front door, and answered it.

"Michael!" Miley greeted, throwing her arms around him.

"Well, I came over to see if you were alright, but by judging from the way that you greeted me, you are here alone." Michael said. Miley pulled him in, and Michael pulled off his wet jacket, and left his shoes by the door.

"Michael, I am so glad that you are here, I need someone here because I hate being alone." Miley said. She dragged him upstairs and towards her room.

"Wow." Michael said. "This is such a girl's room."

"Jerk." Miley said laughing, throwing one of her pillows at him. "Go in there to dry off."

"Fine with me." Michael said, playfully slapping her on her butt. Miley face grew red, she never ever thought that he would do that.

Miley placed his wet shirt on the bed, and noticed that her bathroom door was unlocked. She went to peek in, and saw that Michael was shirtless. Miley could not stop staring at his physique. Michael was always a little shy about taking his clothes off in front of people. Miley just kept staring, because for some reason, she just couldn't take her eyes off of him.

"Enjoying the view?" Michael asked, snapping her out of her glance.

"Sorry." Miley said, feeling guilty for checking him out.

"No problem." Michael said, pulling back on his tank top. He came out, and took a seat next to Miley on her bed. Miley smiled as they continued to talk while the rain kept pouring down outside. Michael could always make her feel better, no matter what.


Miley sat up and saw that Michael was still asleep in the bed under the cover. Miley felt a tear stream down her cheek as she saw her friend and the boy that she grew to love in such a state.

"He's like that because of me." Miley told herself. "He really does love me. What else could be the explanation for him putting himself through all of this?"

Miley found herself laying right on top of the sheet right next to Michael. She wrapped his arm around her and went to sleep, still shedding tears.


Miley said that she had a surprise for Michael. Michael didn't know which interested him more, what the surprise was, the fact that she was leading him up to her room when they were home alone, or the fact that Miley was wearing really short black shorts, and a white tank top. Miley lead him up to her room, and made him sit on her bed.

"Miley, what are we doing here?" Michael asked.

"Michael," Miley began, "I have seen the way that you stare at me. I have noticed that you have been checking me out."

"Miley, what are you doing?" Michael asked her. Miley placed her finger on his lips, in an attempt to keep him quiet. Miley sat on his lap, and kissed him. Michael had no idea what was going on, but he sure didn't stop it. Miley removed his shirt, and kissed him again.

"Michael, I love you, and I want you to be right here with me, forever." Miley said, softly.

"I am not going nowhere, nor do I intend to." Michael answered her. Miley smiled, and kissed him again, happy to be in his arms.


Michael slowly opened his eyes, and realized that he was back in the cabin that he was sharing with Miley. He tried to sit up, but realized that he was being held down by something. He then saw that Miley was huddled up against him. Michael smiled, and began to softly stroke her hair. That caused Miley to stir, and wake up. She wiped some tears from her eyes, and smiled.

"You're awake. For a minute there, I thought that I lost you." Miley said happily.

"Hey, I am not going anywhere, not as long as you are here with me." Michael smiled. Miley smiled, and leaned in to give him a kiss. When she finally broke away, Miley slid under the covers to be right beside him.

"I love you Miley." Michael said.

"I love you too, Michael." Miley said.

"Miley, is there any reason that I am not wearing any clothes?"


THREE MONTHS LATER

Michael was in Hannah's dressing room, and was watching her perform on stage. Michael smiled, and as she gave a bow, she disappeared off of the stage. Michael smiled, and laid back on the couch in her dressing room. Hannah came into her room, and smiled at him.

"Man, it is good to be back in here." Hannah said. Michael walked over to her, and began kissing her. Hannah began kissing him back, and moaning loudly.

"Hannah, is everything alright?" Someone said from behind her door.

Hannah pushed Michael away, and quickly said in a breathless voice, "Everything is alright! I'm... I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Oh, okay. Sorry to disturb you." The voice said, walking away. Hannah smiled suddenly, and without warning pushed Michael on the couch.

"Now, where were we?" Hannah said seductively. Yeah, now that they were boyfriend and girlfriend now, things couldn't be better, huh?

THE END


AN: That's it! Thanks for reading! Keep an eye out for more!