AN: Well, this is the final chapter. With everything that Miley sort of knew about Michael, now it is time for him to tell her one last thing. Trust me, it is a big one.

Chapter Ten: Secrets and Making Up

"Marie? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Michael said, walking up to his sister.

"Sure, what's up?" Marie asked her little brother.

"After what she said and what she did to me, I still like Miley." Michael said. Marie dropped what she was doing, and looked at him, with a stoic look on her face.

"Why in the world would you like a bitch like that?" Marie stated. "I don't see what anyone sees in her, and in all honesty, I want the little tramp out of here as soon as possible."

"Come on Marie. Don't talk about her like that." Michael said.

"Why shouldn't I?" Marie said, her voice getting serious. "She hurt you really bad, and now you want me to like her."

"I do! Why is it hard for you to like her?" Michael asked.

"Because she is a liar, and she is going to hurt you again in the future when and if you get into a relationship with her." Marie said once again in a motherly tone of voice.

"Will you let me worry about that, okay?" Michael said.

"Fine. Don't say that I didn't warn you." Marie said.

Michael muttered something under his breath, and walked out side to sit by the pool, he had a lot to think about, and he had to tell Miley the entire truth before anything can move on, especially in an relationship.

Michael was sitting at the pool when he saw Miley walking out to join him. He smiled slightly, and let her take a seat right next to him.

"Mike, I really need to know. I had a dream last night about you, and you were in some type of place that I think was a mental institution. What happened there?" Miley asked.

"To escape the slim chance of prosecution, my 'loving' sister put me in a place for troubled teens." Michael said.

"You didn't need to be there, did you?" Miley asked him.

"No, not at all." Michael sighed. "It was a ploy to get the cops off of me because the family of the guy that I killed was making trouble for me, and that pretty much brought in the cops to get on my case."

"You turned out to be a really good guy. You still have your whole life ahead of you." Miley said in a cheerful tone of voice.

Michael demeanor sort of changed when he hear that, and Miley noticed it too.

"Michael, there is something else, isn't there?" Miley asked. She watched her friend almost struggle to literally find the words to speak to her, and then he finally did what he had to do.

"Yeah, there is something else." Michael said. "Come here."

Miley moved forward towards him, and he took her face in his hands.

"Close your eyes." Michael said. Miley did as she was told, and unvoluntarily, her mind went blank. Then she could literally feel her mind go to a different place...

Miley now found herself standing in front of a house that she had no idea who's it was. She was about to ask where she was, then she noticed a little boy, younger than what she saw earlier. Just by the long blonde hair alone, she knew who it was. Then she saw another blonde, who had similar hair to Michael, and then Miley remembered the picture while she was snooping around his room in Malibu. There was no doubt. That older woman was Michael's mother, Lori Ann.

"How are you doing, there, Mike-Mike?" Lori Ann asked.

"Fine, mommy." Michael stated.

Lori Ann was tending to her yard, and the young Michael was outside, watching her. Miley was wondering the reason why she was brought here. That question was going to be answered soon enough.

Miley watched as a black car with tinted windows pulled up, and rolled down the driver's side window. Lori Ann looked up just as the shots began to fire. Miley looked away, and ducked down as the shots ceased and the black car drove off.

When Miley looked up, she saw Michael just staring, shaking his mother, thinking she is sleep, blood coming from a wound in his head.

"Mommy..." Michael cried before passing out next to his mother.

Miley was snapped back to reality. She nearly was about to break down and cry after seeing what she had just saw. She looked towards her friend, and Michael had tears in his eyes. That explained everything, almost everything to be precise. Miley looked at him, and took his hand.

"Michael..." Miley said softly. "I had no idea."

"Now you do." Michael said, looking back at the water in the pool. "The bullet is still in my head. The doctor's said that it will kill me eventually. I don't let it bother me, really, because it is not worth worrying that when is my last day going to be, so I just live life the way I want to."

"That's good." Miley said, trying to get her friend to loosen up, and come clean, which he did."

"Yeah, but what really gets me sometime is that I can't get close to someone in fear that I might die soon afterwards." Michael said sadly.

"Michael, like you said, maybe you don't need to worry about that, and just live your life the best way you can." Miley said.

"Thanks. I needed to hear that." Michael smiled.

Miley sadly smiled, pulled herself closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Michael smiled, and pulled her close to him. The night was cool, and something caused him

What the hell. Michael thought. Michael lifted up Miley's face, and kissed her lightly.

"I like you, Miley Stewart." Michael said.

"I like you too, Michael." Miley said, leaning in to deepen the kiss.

This is how stories should end, with the guy getting the girl. Michael thought.

THE END