Hey... For all of you reading this, I bet your happy. 3 chapters in one day? Truly amazing. Oh well. People, if you have any suggestions, I might consider them. Emphasis on might. Oh well. Chapter 4.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. Tear. Sniffle Sniffle.

Miley's POV

I woke up with Jake's arm wrapped around me. I got out of the bed carefully, making sure I didn't wake Jake up. I walked towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I hardly looked the same. My once brunette curls were now a dark, almost red, shade of black. I got dressed and did my makeup a little differently than usual. I wanted to look different. I put on a bit more eyeliner, and to set of the illusion of being a different, I took my brown eyeliner and put a small dot of it above the right corner of my mouth. Perfect. No one would know it was me.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw Jake was still asleep. I walked quietly over to the bed and leaned over it. I reached out and shoved him off the bed.

"What the hell?!?!" Jake screamed.

"Hey, don't blame me for trying to keep you from sleeping in 'till noon," I said, with my southern accent coming out a little.

"So you push me off the bed?!?!" Jake yelled. God, he was being such a baby.

"You don't need to freak out so much, Jake," I mumbled.

"Sorry Miles, I'm just kinda tired. What's on your face?" Jake asked. He pointed to the "mole" I had drawn on my face.

"A fake beauty mark," I stated. He shrugged and we started talking about things that matter.

"We should probably make up some fake identities or something. We wouldn't want to get caught," I said. My birthday was next week, and I would be able to get a license. I would have to get it made for my fake identity.

"I want my name to be James Bond," Jake said. He said it like he was serious. I don't know if he was acting or if he was just stupid.

"I'm joking!" Jake yelled as I smacked him in the back of the head.

"Pick a serious name, Jake," I said angrily.

"Levi McKenzie," Jake said out of nowhere.

"I want my name to be..." I was stuck. I had no idea what my name should be. I'm terrible with last names. I'd probably end up picking something that rhymed with the first name. Just like Hannah Montana'

"I want my first name to be Natalie. What do you think my last name should be?" I asked Jake.

"McKenzie. We could say we're married," Jake suggested.

"I guess... But don't we look a little young?" I questioned Jake. Married? He said we could say we're married, so he's not proposing or anything. Stop worrying, Miley!

"No one will care," Jake said, "But we should probably get some fake I.D.'s," Jake said.

"Where are we going to get those?" I asked.

"I know people."

JILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEYJILEY

I looked down at my fake I.D. There, printed across the front, was the name Natalie McKenzie. Jake and I were officially "married."

We were walking to the car when someone came out of the ally and grabbed me. Kernan. He covered my mouth and I heard Jake talking.

"So Natalie- Miley? Where are you? If your tricking me-"

I managed to get partway out of his grip and screamed. Kernan quickly covered my mouth again.

"Another noise and I'll blow your brains out," he said angrily. Tears were running silently down my cheeks. Kernan dragged me over to his car and threw me in the back.

"Stay here or you'll get it when I find you again," Kernan stated evilly.

He walked away, and I stayed in the back, sobbing. I remembered the turned off cell phone in my pocket. I quickly dialed Jake's number. He didn't turn his off, in case I needed him. The phone was ringing.

"Miley, where the hell are you?" Jake shouted in a worried tone.

"Help me! I'm locked in his car! Help!" I whispered into the phone.

"Where is the car?"

"It's in the ally that we passed the last time you saw me. It's a black van," I said, tears running down my cheeks.

"Ok, I'll be there as soon as possible," Jake said.

I waited, wondering how long it would be until Kernan came back. I wondered if I would make it out of this experience alive. I wondered if Jake would make it out alive. I wondered when Jake would be here. So many things were whizzing around my brain that I thought I would explode. The next thing I knew, the car's window was broken apart. I looked out the window and saw Jake staring at me worriedly with a large hammer in his hand.

"Jake!" I whispered. I couldn't risk getting caught.

"Come on. WE have to get out of here. Fast," Jake whispered back to me.

I followed him down the ally, and Jake lead me past his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked Jake.

"To the nearest car dealership. I think he knows which car is my car. We have to get a different one," Jake said to me, dragging my behind him.

I was still sobbing. I had a feeling Kernan was going to win. He would kill Jake and hold me hostage for the rest of my life.

We were now at a car dealership. Jake got a small silver car, and payed for it all upfront.

We hopped in and drove. We left our stuff at the hotel. We couldn't risk going back. It was too dangerous. We had driven so much lately, I didn't know what state we were even in until I saw a sign. It said we were exiting Phoenix. We were in Arizona. I opened my purse and I looked at my cell phone, that I had forgotten to turn off. It was September 3rd. We had been on the run for a month. School had already started, and everyone probably thought we were dead.

Lilly's POV

I missed Miley so much. I sometimes went over to Miley's house, just out of habit, to remember Miley was gone. I would cry whenever I would think about her.

I sat down on the couch and Jackson came downstairs.

"Hey Lilly," Jackson said to me. I think I am starting to like him. Not as a friend like, more than a friend like.

"Hey," I mumbled.

"I noticed you were here and came downstairs to see you," Jackson said nervously. To see me?

"Jackson I have to tell you something. I really like you. I like you as more than a friend," I said. It felt so right letting it out.

" Like you too Lilly. As more than a friend," Jackson said. Our faces were getting closer when the phone rang. Jackson hopped up and answered it.

"Hello, Stewart residence," Jackson said into the phone.

"Miley? Is that really you?" Jackson said, again, into the phone.

AN: Ooooh. Cliffhanger. I've wanted to get to the right moment to have a cliffhanger too.