Dislaimer: H to the a to the double n-a-h, m to the o-n-t-a-n-a. Is a show I do adore, but it doesn't belong to me. ; Neither does anything else I may mention in here that is a product, song, TV show, movie reference, etc.

I call her Hannah phone, knowing she always picks that one up.

And yet I'm faced with hearing "You'll Never Know", her latest single.

My heartbeat instantly picks up.

Oh God Miley…where are you?

Chapter 10

Oliver's POV

I grab my bag and board and start heading towards Miley's house. It's okay Oliver. She probably just fell asleep or something. Or maybe, her dad came back early and surprised her. "What about her phone, stupid?" asked the devil of my conscience. Maybe she's in another room, stupid! Oh gosh, am I really arguing with myself?

I reached Miley's house and used the spare key to open the door. "Hey, man! Me & Shelly here are a bit busy, aren't we sweetness?" came a voice I knew too well.

"Yeah yeah Jackson," I answered.

"My name's Shirley you jerk!"

"He doesn't care what your name is," I heard myself say. "Jackson, where's Miles at? She was supposed to meet me."

"I don't know. Some chick flick was on when I came home, so she must've been here. But I don't have a clue where she is now. Sorry man. Do you want me to try calling her?"

Jackson never got a response, because I was already out the door. I thought of the long route from the Stewart's house. Maybe Miley was somewhere along there. I skated down it, passing by a bunch of our classmates and even some of my co-workers, but no Miley.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time. It was already 6 o'clock, the sun would be setting soon.

Miles, where are you? I asked myself in desperation. I stopped skating and then I had it. I knew where she would be.

I let out a huge sigh as I saw a warm silhouette on that old wooden swing. The sun was going down now, light starting to slowly slip into dark.

I put my things down on the ground and collected my thoughts before saying anything.

"Hey, stranger," I said, knowing that if I said anything else I might overreact and find myself regretting it later.

She lifted her head and turned back to look at me. She managed a weak smile followed with a soft "hi".

I could've asked her where she was. In fact, I should have. I could have gotten angry at her for being late. I could've asked why she didn't pick up either of her phones, or why she didn't call me if she didn't want to meet up. I could've expressed anger, disappointment, or worry. But I didn't. I just started walking towards her. I put a hand on the rope and just gazed into the lake with her.

I looked down and met her gorgeous eyes, glazed with emotion. The next moment was one that I can replay over and over again in the reel of my mind.

She opened up my hand and slid hers to intertwine with mine and said the most heartfelt "thanks" I had ever heard.

And with that she focused her attention back onto the setting sun, before closing her eyes and letting a single teardrop fall down her cheek.

I knew then that whatever had happened had hit her hard, and that she would need time to be able to talk about it. I knew that she would tell me when she was ready. And she knew that I wasn't going to push her for any explanations.

"Wait here, okay Miles?" I asked her, more to let her know than to ask for her permission.

I called Jackson and told him I had found her. I told him that she would be staying at my place that night. He understood and told me to take good care of her.

After hanging up, I walked back over to her. She got up and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged back, squeezing her tightly. "Let's go home, okay?" I asked her. All I received was a nod.

I picked up my bag first, then hers, and then my board. With my free hand, I took hers, and we began our walk back to my place.

The walk was silent, but not in the awkward way. The whole time she never let go of my hand, and I never let go of hers. It was unlike any other time we've ever walked together, which I'm still trying to determine as good or bad.

By the time we got back to my house, it was around 7:30. I tried to insist that she eat, but she just kept saying she wasn't hungry. Eventually, I stopped trying and was no longer hungry myself. So we went upstairs back to my room, seeing as both of us had no interest in staying downstairs listening to my parents laugh like hyenas at reality tv.

She sat on my bed and took out her notebook. She began writing, and it seemed like there was no stop to her movement. I knew she would be at it for a while, and went to shower. When I came out, she was already asleep; the notebook and pen had fallen to the ground. I kept my bedside lamp on for her and climbed in. Moving her hair out of her face, I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Looking at her face, I saw her look anything different than an angel for the first time. It was as if her pain was taking over, and it seemed as if her whole body was crying. I soon began to feel it, too. And for the first time that night, I slept facing away from her, scared of the pain she was in and how badly I wanted to take all of it for her.

A/N: Woo. So I haven't written in about 2 months, and you all probably hate me. For those of you that don't, and are only semi-angry/disappointed with me, please review, since obviously you've already read. More to come soon. ; Thanks for reading! Also…keep your eye out these next couple of days…I'm probably going to continue my other stories and maybe start a new one too. ; If all goes well at least.