Jake's POV:

poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke

6:30 a.m. Normally, I would be sound asleep right now. Dreaming of---...well, that's none of your business. But when you are getting poked in the eye repeatedly, it's kinda hard to stay asleep. So I slapped away the form of my un-comfort, and opened my eyes.

The person was 4'2 with curly blond hair, blue eyes, and a slightly annoying disposition.

Three guess who.

"Gah, Lana, what are you doing in here at 6:30 in the morning?" I asked as I shielded my eyes from the blinding sun. She wiped her hands on her blouse and said,

"Mommy said that you need to get up and start packing so you have time to say goodbye to everyone." I sighed and fell back against my pillow.

How could I get up now? As far as I was concerned, I could stay in this bed the rest of my life. Sounds pretty good to me.

"JAKE GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Mom screamed.

I guess it didn't sound too good to Mom.

LILLY'S POV:

I was awaken at, well really early, by my ringing, yes ringing, cell phone. I picked it up with a stream of not-so-nice words.

"What?" I snapped.

"Today is the day the witch comes back...are you ready?" Oliver's voice rang in my ears.

Ok, I was mad. ok, I was MORE than mad. I was ticked.

For one, Oliver calls me really early in the morning when he knows I am NOT a morning person.

For two, he calls to tell me some retarded thing about a witch? I mean what the crap?

"What the hell are you talking about Oliver?" I snapped.

"Who is leaving today?" He asked. I screamed,

"I DON'T KNOW! ITS FREAKING EARLY AND YOUR ASKING ME TO THINK?"

"Geez, Lil, chill. Jake leaves today."

"And . . . " I asked, trying to get him to the point.

"And...what happens to a certain best friend when he leaves...?" He asks

OLIVER'S POV:

"Oh... you mean Miley?" Lilly asked.

". . .yea. . ." I said.

"Well, its to early for me to feel anything except for irritation, so call me around noon, and I'll talk to you." Lilly answered before hanging up. It's not like I didn't expect it. I heard she had a pretty rough night last night, plus she really has never been a friend of the morning.

And I knew she didn't feel much in the morning. I remember when she was 7 and I spent the night with her, her mom came in that morning and told her that her favorite dog (Sparky) had died in the night.

And do you know what she said?

"Great Mom, stick it in my shoe for all I care."

Her Mom left the room, talking to Mr. Truscott about a 'family friend that can help Lilly'. Basically they meant a shrink. But their brilliant plan was ruined when I told Lilly later that day, and she burst into tears and cried to hours on end.

So I know the wave of terror will hit her when she wakes up fully.

JAKE'S POV:

"DON'T FORGET YOUR SHOES JAKE!" Mom screamed. I sighed and rubbed my head. She had been driving me crazy.

"DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH UNDERWEAR?" She screamed, loud enough for the whole freaking neighborhood hear.

"YES MOM." I screamed.

If 108 pairs were enough, then yes. The poor woman was having separation anxiety so bad, she kept forgetting when she gave me clothes, and ended up handing me the same thing 23 times in a row.

She doesn't like the whole, 'Jake leaving for 2 months' thing.

This is all I've heard this whole morning:

Jake, are you sure you want to go?
If you leave, you are going to miss your friends!
Do you have your shoes?
Do you have your favorite blankey?
Do you have socks?
Did I give you any airplane games yet?
Do you have all your clothes packed?
Do you want me to come with you?
I just heard on the news that airplanes are getting less and less safe these days, are you still going?

She might actually drive me insane! It made me almost glad I was leaving.

Almost.

And I dreaded tonight.

Goodbye is such an awful word.

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MILEY'S POV:

The wind was blowing gently through the trees, sending the subtle scent of flower pollen through the air. Far off, the waves from the ocean were crashing along the sea line, causing the heavy salty air to mix with the light fragrance of Malibu. The moon was beating down on everything like a soft blanket, giving it a gorgeous, gentle glow.

Normally, this is the kind of scene that makes you stop and take it all in.

But not tonight.

It would have been gorgeous, for it not the business I was here for.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked, snapping me out of my trance. I nodded my head silently. He stuck his hands in his pockets and said,

"So. . .Its nice out here tonight isn't it?" I turned away and whispered,

"Not really." He sighed and said,

"Its not really as bad as it sounds. Its only 3 months and 2 weeks. . ."

"Oh yea, that's not long at all! Barely an hour!" I said sarcastically, "Must you always see the 'bright' side of things?" He ran a hand through his hair and said,

"Well, I was just trying to make you think better about all of this."

"Nothing you say is going to make it better." I pointed out, "Unless you were to say you weren't going."

"I can't say that."

"I didn't ask you to." I whispered. Silence. Suddenly Jake turned to me,

"Hey, you never told me!" I put on an innocent face and said,

"Never told you what?" Jake looked like he couldn't believe he forgot to ask.

"You, and then. . . you said that. . . Lindsay. . .And then I and Yo-

I covered his mouth and said,

"I know. I just...I can't tell you."

"But you said that you would! I opened up to you, Your turn." Jake snarled.

"I just can't!" I said.

"You promised me!" Jake screamed. I had never seen him so furious. He was glaring with such intensity that for once, I was actually afraid of Jake. I looked at him with wide eyes and subconsciously took a step away from him. He reached out for my hand and said,

"No . . . don't leave. I'm sorry, please. I just...I just never told anyone that. I trust you Miley, and I wish you trusted me." I sighed and took his hand and said,

"It started when I was 5." he looked confused but I just continued.

"My Dad, you know him right?" he nodded.

"My Dad was a country singer. He loved singing and performing with a passion, and some of that he passed on to me."

"I don't understand. . ." Jake started but I held a hand up to silence him,

"On my 5th birthday I picked up my first real microphone. I sang the whole time at my party. I sang everything from jazz to pop with no problem. On my 6th birthday, my Dad got me a voice coach-

"How is this a secret?" Jake asked.

"Let me finish." I said.

"I worked with that voice coach until I turned 12. Then my Dad got me an agent. Seeing as though my Dad was famous for a while, he knew how hard the famous life was. So he found a loop hole."

"A loop hole? You are confusing me!" Jake said.

"Shh." I scolded.

"Anyways, we fashioned me a different, separate identity. So I could be famous, then be a regular girl."

"Genius. . ." Jake whispered. I took a deep breath. This was it.

"One half of me was Miley Ann Stewart the laid back, down to Earth, sometimes dorky and annoying girl—

I paused and took another deep breath before turning to completely face Jake. I let go of his hand and reached into my bag. I applied my Hannah make-up, then held my brown hair completly away from my face.

"What do you see?" I whispered. He was studying my face as he reached up hesitantly and put his hand on my cheek.

"I see... Hannah. Hannah Montana." He whispered, amazed. I dropped my hair and took his hand back.

"The second half was Hannah Grace Montana, the blond pop princess." His jaw dropped and he just starred at me in amazement.

"So...So...you were Hannah the whole time? You went to that episode of Zombie High? A-And you were the one at the Teen Scene Awards? And you were the one who gave all that money to charity, and the one who kissed me that day?"

I nodded.

"Amazing." Jake whispered. He reached up and gently wiped off the extra make-up.

"I want to talk to you without all that junk on." I laughed and said,

"You don't know how hard it was to keep that secret. Please don't tell anyone."

"I promise." Jake whispered.

"Oh yea, sorry about the pictures of me and Jesse McCartney that are about to come out in Teen magazine. That was a total set up." I whispered. He laughed and said,

"Ok. If your photographer is any like mine, I understand." I laughed and felt warm relief spread over me. Maybe this wasn't a huge mistake.

"Amazing." Jake whispered again.

"I know, it is isn't it?" I muttered. He squeezed my hand and said,

"No, your amazing."

A/n: So I finally wrote the big moment my way! I don't agree with the whole Jake-being-mad thing after she tells him like most people do because its not like they were best friends or anything! Lol! Well SOOOOOO SORRY it took so long. Hopefully I can figure out a way to set aside at least 2 hours each day to write (I wish). Lol well, review if you: A.) Are still reading this story B) Liked the chapter C) like the story or D)Want me to update. Love you guys, and I am still amazed by the great response this story has gotten. I am REALLY going to try REALLY hard to update faster! Hopefully it will be updated by the weekend. (It is Wednesday...right?) Lol