CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
No Point Of View
As soon as Jake left the house Jacob leapt through Miley's open window and landed easily beside her. Jacob wrapped his arms around Miley from behin and kissed the top of her head lightly.
"I feel so horrible." Miley mumbled, turning in his arms and burrying her head in Jacob's chest. "He came here to surprise me for my birthday and now I've gone and just about broken his heart."
"You didn't do anything wrong." Jacob tried to assure, sitting on her bed with her in his lap. "He'll be fine." Jacob made a weird face above Miley's head.
"But, I could see it, I hurt him real bad." Miley argued, shaking her head and Jacob could feel her warm tears on his chest.
"You can talk to him tomorrow and explain that you didn't want to hurt him." Jacob reasoned and Miley reluctantly nodded, sniffling slightly. "Get some sleep, Mi's." He murmured, cradling her gently before laying her down on her bed and getting up to leave.
"Please stay?" Miley asked in a soft whisper, tugging on Jacob's hand and scooting over to make room for him on her bed.
"Are you sure?" Jacob asked uncertainly and Miley nodded. Jake quickly walked over and switched her light off before laying next to her and pulling her back into his arms, her head resting on his warm chest with her right hand over his heart, Jacob had one hand around waist and playing idly with the tips of her hair whilst the other stroked her cheek gently. "I love you, Miley!"
"I love you, too, Jake-" She yawned and he froze momentarily. "Jacob..." Miley finished when she was done yawning, settling her head on his chest.
"I hate seeing you like this..." Jacob said quietly when he heard her breathing even out as she fell asleep. Once he was sure she was asleep he carefully moved her off of him, despite her whimpers, pushed her toy wolf into her arms and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I'll be back soon, Mi's!"
TWILIGHT
Jacob E. Black's Point Of View
This had to be the stupidest idead I have ever had. I was following Jake Ryan's scent from Charlie's house to where ever the Hell he went after Miley shot him down, so I could talk to him.
Well, isn't she just a little crybaby Leah was in her wolf form as well, I never understood why she didn't like Miley. Seth liked Miley well enough, of course neither had really met her, but they'd seen her through my memories, so maybe that was it? Maybe Leah didn't like seeing her through the point of view of the guy who was head over heals for her. Well, it definately couldn't have anything to do with the fact that nine times out of ten she'd been crying her eyes out... Definition; crybaby
Shut it, Leah! I muttered in my head, putting a little more speed into my run, the sooner I got to Ryan the sooner I could phase out and not have to listen to Leah insulting my Soul Mate.
Soul Mate?... Yeah right, more like infatuation. Leah thought with a snort and I growled. Touchy.
I tuned out anything else she had to think about my girl and continued to follow Jake's scent, I didn't need to be in any more of a bad mood if I was gonna try and have a conversation with the guy. The trail led me all the way to Port Angeles and I phased back to human before I was spotted and pulled my pants on again. Even though my senses weren't as good in human form, but they were still as good as any vampire and they were good enough to lead me to a hotel. I groaned, how the Hell was I supposed to find him in thirteen floors without being noticed?
Well, he could be walking out of the hotel right now with his head down and hands in his pockets. I walked over and stood directly in from of him. He stopped just before he could walk into me and barely glanced up as he muttered sorry and turned to walk around me.
"Jake!" I sighed and he finally looked up, frowning when he saw who I was.
"It's you... What do you want?" He asked dully, well he's certainly not making this easy.
"I want to talk to you." I said, trying to keep my annoyance in check. "About Miley!"
"I'm not gonna stop fighting for her until there's a ring on her finger." Jake told me and I supressed a growl.
"This about what happened earlier... When you kissed my girlfriend!" I took sickening joy in seeing him pale when I said that. He was too frightened to say anything and his eyes were darting around looking for an escape route, did the kid honestly think I'd hurt him?... I mean, I probably would hurt him if it weren't for Miley. "Miley cried herself to sleep because she thought she hurt you and I don't like seeing her upset." Okay, that was a major understatement, it absolutely killed me to see her even frown for a mili-second.
"Then why did you call her father an incestous pedophile who abused her?" Jake asked, the boy definately had guts.
"Okay, look here, Zombie boy, I love Miley! I love everything about her, I've loved her since the second I layed eyes on her, saying those things to her and seeing the pain and hurt and anger in her eyes was the single biggest mistake I could ever make in my entire life. So, don't you ever think that I don't regret every single word of it, got it?" I clenched my fists so tight my nails started digging into my palms and I could feel my skin cutting, to keep them from shaking. Jake took a step back and I had to take a deep breath to keep from phasing. "I wanted to talk to you to find a way for you two to be friends without me wanting to kill you because you're hitting on my girl."
"You can't make me do anything and I'm not gonna stop fighting for her." He said boldly and I rolled my eyes.
"Look, she doesn't love you and if you really love her, if you want to be a part of her life, then you better accept that fact and keep your little crush to yourself until you can find someone who wants you." I growled before turning and walking away before he could say anything else that would make me kill him and hurt Miley.
TWILIGHT
Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View
When I woke up Jacob was still there, holding me... Or well, I was half on top of him, but either way he was here and that's what mattered. He was already awake and playing with the tips of my hair, his fingers occassionally running through it. I wondered if he had slept at all last night, because he always seemed to be awake and on high allert when I saw him.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty!" He murmured, his voice quiet and husky, it would have made me weak in the knees if I were standing.
"I love you!" I mumbled sleepily, slowly moving up so I could kiss him. Jacob sat up and pulled me into his lap, brushing his lips over my forehead.
"I love you too, Mi!" He whispered, his lips moving across my skin to my ear. "More than you could ever know." I closed my eyes and tried to breathe evenly through my mouth when he kissed my eyelids before moving on. "And I never want you to forget that, okay?" I could feel his lips just millimetres away and I longed to touch mine to his.
"I promise!" I vowed and he finally gave me what I wanted. There wasn't any other taste to get in the way of his perfect, alluring, sexy Jacob-ness and I all but melted into a gooey puddle when our tongues brushed against each other in a slow, soft, sensual kiss. I moved in his lap until I was straddling him - never once breaking the kiss - and I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him as close as werewolfly possible. His skin was burning against me even though we were the same temperature, I swear my own raised several degrees just from this kiss. After a few minutes I started getting light-headed it took me a while to figure out it was because I wasn't breathing and I was forced to break away from my boy to take in a gasp of air. "Sweet niblets, I should make you promises more often." I joked when I had caught my breath and Jacob was watching me, an amused look on his perfect features.
"Promise you'll never kiss anyone else like that?" He teased, but I could see an underline of real concern in his dark brown eyes.
"I promise!" I repeated and he smiled brightly, leaning down and pecking me on the lips.
"And from now on there are no big secrets between us, like ex's still being in love with you?" Jacob asked again in the same teasing tone, only it was more carefree now, like he wasn't fussed about Jake anymore. I froze, I did have a big secret that I hadn't told him about.
"I do..." I breathed and Jacob laughed for a second.
"Save that one for about another two years, Babe." He said and I shook my head, suddenly feeling like I was betraying him when he didn't know about half my life, I struggled out of his warm, comforting arms and he immediately let me go. "Miley?" He sounded panicked and I inwardly cursed myself.
"I have to show you something!" I blurted out, feeling like it would eat me up if I didn't tell him. Damn it, the vampires even knew when he didn't, if anyone was supposed to know it should be him.
"What is it, Miles?" He sounded so concerned it broke my heart.
"A secret, I have a secret, a really big one." I was speaking way fatser than normal and as soon as I stopped I grabbed my keys off my bedside table and ran into my closet. I was so paranoid I had a safe at the back of my closet, I put the right key in and punched in the security number - 9, 14, 09 (the day I met Jacob up on the roof my first night in Forks)- the safe door beeped and opened. Inside was my 'Hannah Box' that had all the Hannah make-up I could need, a change of clothes if I really needed them, my Hannah phone, a couple of other things like my Booty award that I just tossed in, and three of my Hannah wigs; a straight one I used to wear at concerts, a straight one I could do hairstyles with, and a shorter more wavy one that I had only just started wearing before I quit. I dragged the sparkly pink box out of the closet and dropped it with a thud beside my bed, studiously avoiding looking at Jacob. "I'm pretty sure you've figured out by now that music used to be my life and that thing Jake said yesterday about dreams and how my family is always talking about my dreams and hopes and stuff, there's a reason behind it all... I'm a really bad person, Jacob, I've kept this from you for months and I feel horrible about it because you had a right to know-"
"Miles!" Jacob cut my rambling off and I looked up at him, only he was kneeling beside me now, he reached one hand up and stroked my cheek, instantly calming me better than Jasper could ever even dream of. "It's okay, I don't care what it is, I just care about you." I whimpered to myself, the look on his face and in his eyes held nothing but pure honesty and care.
"I'm Hannah Montana!" The words were out of my mouth before I even registered it, and I was kind of grateful I didn't have to think of how to say it.
"What?" Jacob looks so cute and adorable when he's confused... I sighed, this was the part I couldn't wing.
"When I was little I always wanted to be a singer, like my Daddy, and Aunt Dolly said that the chances of that happening were one in a million, and I said I wanted to be that one..." I took a deep breath, this was a lot harder to explain than I thought it'd be; when I told Lilly, Oliver and Jake I had just been dressed as Hannah already and just taken the wig off. "When I was twelve I was offered a record deal, but I wanted to be normal as well, and I couldn't do that if everyone knew who I was, so my Dad and I came up with the idea of Hannah Montana; a person who I could dress up as to do the famous stuff and then when I took off the wig I was just normal, boring Miley Stewart." I could hear Jacob breathing through his nose, but he didn't say anything, and I refused to look at him or I might cry. "I created Hannah so I could have the 'Best of Both Worlds', but when Daddy died I didn't like music anymore so I stopped being Hannah... Please don't hate me?" I begged, I picked up the keys I had dropped again and fumbled with them before finding the right one and opening the Hannah Box. It was kind of a mess from when I had just thrown everything in it before I locked in what I swore to myself was the last time it would ever be open. I picked up the main Hannah wig, the straight one I wore at concerts and carefully put it ont my head, tucking my brown hair out of sight until I heard Jacob gasp slightly. "I'm sorry!" I whimpered, closing my eyes for a few second to try and stop the tears before looking up at him.
Instead of yelling at me or storming out or hating me like he should have because I kept this from him, Jacob just pulled me into his arms and kissed away my tears when they finally spilled over. He rocked me back and forth lightly and rubbed soothing circles on back until I stopped crying enough to be able to talk. Jacob pulled the wig off and tossed it back in the box before looking down at me with his perfect kind brown eyes.
"I don't care!" Jacob said firmly, his fingers brushing my hair away and I bit my lip to stop the tears from starting again. "I love you, Miley Ray Stewart! I don't don't care how long you kept it from me, or why you did it, I love you and the important thing is that you trust me enough to tell me now." His voice was hypnotizing and I almost fell for his charm.
"But, I wanted to tell you, and I was gonna tell you, but then we started kissing and you got mad at me... But, I kept it from you all this time and you've been nothing but perfect and you told me all your secrets and I kept this huge secret from you that you had a right to know-"
"But, you did tell me!" Jacob cut me off, craddling my face in his hands and looking directly into my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but he kissed me quickly and started talking again before I could say anything. "You wanted to tell me then, but it's my own fault for trying to force you and not seeing for the last month." He paused and and wiped away a stray tear that escaped. "It doesn't affect me, I still love you more than you could ever know, but the only right I would ever have to know would be if it affected me directly, which it doesn't. It's you, it's your life, and even though I can't live without you, it's up to you what you do and I'll support you and be with you as long as you'll have me."
"You're not mad?" I asked, hope in my voice and I'm sure my face.
"I'm not mad!" Jacob confirmed, leaning down and kissing me lightly. "I could never be mad about something that made you happy." He paused again, a mischievous smile starting to form on his perfect lips. "Plus, now I don't have to feel guilty about lusting after Hannah Montana before I met you." He teased and I blushed.
"You did not!" I muttered, looking down shyly.
"Oh, I did, just ask my Dad, I had giant poster on my roof for perfect viewing."
I'm just gonna stop appologizing for the way my brain has been malfuctioning lately, and just say and overall sorry that stands for all past and future chapters until I'm back to my usual screwed up self. ;)
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