A/N: God, I am so sorry everyone! I have to be the biggest jerkface ever. Man, it's been, what, almost 3 weeks? Man, I am a jerk! No excuses or anything, but I started my Senior year the day after my last chapter and it's been crazy as hell ever since lol. Not to mention that I had THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVER. Seriously, it was pathetic. Even my shower couldn't provide me with inspiration (that's where I get all my inspiration for everything I do - my shower). As compensation, however, I have written you the longest chapter I've ever written, as well as a small oneshot from earlier this week - Hello Beautiful. It's not that great, but it is kinda cute-esque. Yeah, so anyway, I will try to update faster this time, so don't shoot me!

I'd also like to say thank you for all the reviews! I just counted them and nearly passed out when I read that I got 17 reviews last chapter! 17! That's how old I am lol. Wow, that makes me feel so flipping awesome, guys. I love you all, you are the ones that keep me writing! Holy crap, I just realized that if I get the same number of reviews as last time (which I probably wont, but I can dream, can't I?), I'll reach 100 reviews! Now that would be momentous. Psh, and I thought reaching 50 was a big deal...

And as a way for me to end this obscenely long author's note that nobody is reading anyway, the winner of the 'Transformers' contest was Kharen! Woooo kharen! Congrats and I hope you liked reading this chapter before everyone else! Stay tuned for more contests coming soon! Now on with the story, before I bore you so much, your brains end up spilling all over your keyboards.

Another week had gone by and the students of Seaview were starting to get restless. Summer was just around the corner and they could hardly wait to taste the sweet freedom it would bring; hell, even the teachers were getting anxious for school to let out. They were so preoccupied with summer fever, they completely forgot about Jake and Miley's relationship, which was a relief for the couple. There was only two weeks left until they could escape from classrooms, tests, and homework, but for one lucky girl, only one week remained.

Hannah's summer tour was kicking off a week before school ended, which meant that Miley had to take off before school was let out. This was her last week of school, which meant she had to take all of her finals earlier than everyone else, as well as pack, as well as say goodbye to her friends, as well as set up her tour bus…in other words, she was completely stressed out. But it wasn't all bad – she saw Jake every day and managed to hang out with Oliver and Lily a few times, even though she was cooped up in her room, studying her brains off, for a good portion of her afternoons.

Jake found Miley at her locker looking tense and as if she were going to be sick any second. He realized that today was her French exam – the one she'd studied the most for. Since he was skilled in French (from a publicity tour he did in Paris some time ago), he had helped her learn the language, coaching her through lessons and rewarding her with very nice make out sessions; though he thought those were more for his benefit than hers.

Regardless, he could tell she was a nervous wreck, so he quietly approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, chuckling when he felt her jump in surprise. He felt her meld into him as he gently placed kisses on her neck, her eyes fluttering closed when he found the sensitive spot near her pulse. He whispered softly in her ear.

"You'll do fine, Miley. Remember what we practiced? Vous etes beau," he kissed her neck softly, "Vous etes incroyable," he kissed her again, "Vous etes parfait," he kissed her one last time, a feral grin on his face when he saw her bite her lip in an attempt to control herself.

He himself wanted to do nothing more than ravish his girlfriend until they couldn't breathe anymore, but he knew she'd protest with so many people around. He was surprised that she'd let him take this so far in public already (not that he was complaining or anything) and he didn't want to cross the line. He buried his nose in her wavy locks and inhaled the sweet scent of citrus.

'God, her hair smells wonderful. I wonder if it's just her or if it's her shampoo, because if it's the shampoo, I'll make sure to buy her a life-time supply of that stuff just so I can smell it all the time…'

Jake was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he nearly missed the deep sigh from Miley's mouth and the words that followed it.

"Somehow, I don't think that's going to be on the exam, but thank you for the mini-lesson," he could sense the cheeky smile on her face and couldn't help but grin himself.

"Well, what matters is that you understand what I'm saying. You're gonna do great," he turned her around and kissed her on her forehead, giving her a reassuring smile.

A wistful sigh startled the couple and they turned to see a fawning Lily and an annoyed Oliver watching them. Lily turned to Oliver and began gushing about how cute Jake and Miley were, while Oliver rolled his eyes at her, wishing for nothing more than a roll of duct tape in order to make her stop talking. Miley pursed her lips in an attempt to control her laughter while Jake's lip curled into a half-smile. Having heard enough from Lily, Oliver interrupted her by asking Miley about her exam.

"So, is this your last exam?" Lily huffed at Oliver's rudeness, but listened to Miley's answer anyway.

"Yup, just this last one and then I'm done for the year." Lily grinned, glad that she'd be able to hang out with Miley before she left the next day.

"Which one is this? French, right?" after a nod of conformation from Miley, she continued, "Oh, well, good luck!" Oliver scoffed.

"Yeah, you're going to need it! That test is supposed to be a killer. I heard that only three people passed last year – three!" Miley blanched, but Oliver took no notice. "Man, I'm sure glad I didn't take French; I don't think I'd be able to make it through the oral exam…" Miley paled even further.

"Oral exam?" she squeaked, her voice betraying her, "Three people?" she whipped around to face Jake, panic visible in her blue eyes. "Three people?!" Jake glared at Oliver over her head.

"Nice going, genius," he turned back to Miley and gently gripped her shoulders. "Miley, you're going to do fine. I know you're going to ace this exam – you're very good in French," he made sure to look into her eyes, letting her know that he was being serious with her. "Don't worry about the oral exam; just pretend you're talking to me. Just like we practiced, ok? You're going to do great."

He kissed her softly for reassurance and nudged her in the direction of the classroom. She swallowed deeply and went inside, but not before looking back and giving a small wave. As soon as she stepped through the door, Lily turned to Oliver and slapped the back of his head.

"You dunderhead! Way to completely freak her out!" Oliver scowled at her and rubbed his head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to – and would you stop hitting me!"

Jake rolled his eyes at the two of them as they, once again, bickered like a married couple. He waited for them to finish, but it didn't seem like they were going to stop any time soon. They didn't notice when he shook his head and left them in the middle of the hallway.

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At the end of the day, Jake was gathering his books from his locker, happy that it was Friday and that he only had two homework assignments for the weekend. He spared a glance at the calendar in his locker and did a double take. There, circled in red, was the date Miley was leaving, and he cursed as he realized that date was tomorrow. Sure, he knew when she was going on tour, but he didn't think time had flown by that fast. It dawned on him that he was going to spend his whole summer without her and he couldn't help but feel a small pang in his heart at the realization. It was getting harder to be without her for a few hours – how was he supposed to survive three months away from her?

Sighing, he shut his locker and made his way to his limo, ignoring hellos and waves along the way. He didn't bother waiting for his driver to open the door for him; instead, he yanked the door open himself and plopped into the leather seat. He sunk into his chair and rested his head against the soft leather headrest, trying to imagine life without Miley. What if…what if she found someone else along the way? Moved on? Got over him?

A soft vibration in his pocket snapped him out of his haze and he dug inside to retrieve his phone. His eyes lit up when he saw it was Miley calling.

"Hey, how'd the exam go?" He heard her sigh on the other end.

"It was ok. I messed up a few times, but I think I did fine…kind of…maybe…oh god, what if I failed?!" Jake chuckled and shook his head sadly.

"You're just saying that. I know you did fine, don't play it off like you didn't," he shifted the phone from one ear to the other, "So, how does it feel to be free from school?" She let out a relaxed sigh.

"Heaven. Total and complete heaven. The three of us were planning on heading over to Rico's one last time before I leave – you want to come? It'll probably be the last time I'll get to see you." Her voice quieted at the last sentence, the sadness echoing through his ears.

Jake realized that he didn't have anything for Miley to remember him by. He wanted to give her something before she went away; something to let her know just how much he cared and thought about her. There was no way he could see her one last time without giving her a gift, so he made up an excuse.

"Uh, I can't. I, err, have to baby sit Carley today…my mom can't pick her up, so I have to watch her until one of my parents get home. And if I take her to the beach, I know she'll wander off somewhere and there's no way I can get in trouble with my parents right before summer starts…" He heard the disappointed sigh on the other end of the phone and his heart lurched. "I'm sorry, Miley. I promise I'll come over tonight, though. I want to see you before you leave."

"It's ok, Jake, I understand. I'll see you later, then?" Jake nodded, but realized she couldn't see him nodding.

"Yeah, of course. Bye."

He gently closed his phone and tried to shake off the disturbing feeling in his chest. It hurt to have to lie to Miley, even if it was for a surprise. Jake didn't want to lie to her anymore, since he knew it would hurt both him and her in the end, so he promised himself that he would do all he could to never lie to her again. He took a deep breath to calm himself and leaned toward the driver's seat.

"Andy, can we go downtown? There are a few things I need to do." His driver curtly nodded.

"Of course, Sir, but if I may ask, what is it that you are planning on doing?" Jake leaned back in his seat and stared out the window.

"Just a little shopping, that's all."

The driver didn't comment and did as he was told, shifting the gear into D and driving out of the parking lot.

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After spending the day with Lily and Oliver, a tired Miley was finishing packing her closet, checking to make sure she had her essentials and toiletries organized. She wasn't going to see Lily until after school was over, but it'd only be for two weeks, since Hannah was leaving California after that. She wouldn't see Oliver until school started again, and she knew she was going to miss the poor donut. It was going to be hard being without Lily and Oliver, but it was going to be harder without Jake.

Although it'd only been a month since they had started dating, Miley felt closer to him than anyone she'd ever met – including Lily. There were just some things she couldn't talk to her about – like her mom – that she felt natural talking to Jake about. How she was supposed to go without seeing him for three months, she had no clue. What if he moved on? Left her behind? Felt she wasn't worth the wait?

"Stop it, Miley. Stop it right now," she folded a shirt and gently placed it in a suitcase, "We've been through this before; Jake likes me – only me. Don't doubt your relationship – it's genuine." A grunt startled her and she looked at her door, only to see Jackson leaning against the frame, a smirk on his face.

"You know, I'm sure Jake would love to know that his girlfriend is a complete crackpot," he chuckled at his joke, but then sobered up. "Seriously, no one here wants to hear about your relationship issues, so why don't you quit talking to yourself and give the rest of us some peace and quiet."

A well aimed pillow struck him square in the face, causing him to stumble backwards in surprise. Just as he was about to retort, another pillow slammed into his face, knocking him onto his back. He looked up just in time to see Miley at her door, towering over him, a sugar-sweet smile on her face.

"Hey Jackson, I think you need to work on those reflexes of yours – you seem a bit slow. That way next time, you won't look like a complete idiot after getting whipped by a girl. Night!"

Pulling himself up on his elbows, Jackson was about to protest, but was met with a loud slam as Miley's door shut in his face. With a smug grin on her face, she wiped her hands and went back to packing.

When she was done, it was around nine and Jake still hadn't come. Sighing, she closed her closet doors, looked around her near-empty room, and exited her bedroom. As she walked down her stairs, she began humming a soft tune, smiling lightly. It wasn't any particular tune, just something that came to her mind and flowed through her lips. At the bottom of the stairs, she saw her father and brother unhooking the entertainment system, trying to find the right cable that was connected to their video game. Of course, they couldn't leave without it – Jackson would have a fit if he had to live without video games for a week, let alone three months.

Rolling her eyes at the two, Miley quietly opened the door to the deck and slipped through, trying hard not to disturb her family. She was in the mood for some private time and didn't want any loud brothers or prying fathers to disturb her.

Sitting on a lounger, she gazed up at the night sky, wondering what her future held in store for her. The stars twinkled back at her and the breeze caressed at her face gently, and she knew her mother was speaking to her, telling her how proud she was of her, how happy she was for her, how much she loved her. Miley closed her eyes and smiled, feeling the warmth of her mother's spirit engulf her heart and give her the confidence she'd need to get up on all those stages and sing.

"May I join you?" Startled, Miley looked up to see Jake looking down at her, a small smile on his face.

"Of course," she sat up, letting her legs hang over the edge as she moved over sideways. "I thought you weren't going to show…" Jake chuckled and sat next to her.

"Sorry, I took longer than expected. Then dinner and 'family time'…I'm sorry." Miley snaked her hand into his and smiled at him.

"Don't be – it's not your fault. All that matters is that you're here now."

He smiled at her, gently rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb. She kissed him softly, letting him know how happy she was to be with him. He kissed back just as gently and slid his free hand into her hair, before moving lower and softly cupping the back of her neck. Jake soon pulled away and took her other hand in his, staring deep into her ocean-coloured eyes.

"Miley, there's something I want to give you – to remember me," he let go of one of her hands and dug into his pocket. "It's not much, but I saw it today and automatically thought of you; I was hoping you'd think of me when you see it."

He pulled out a small, wooden box, and gently placed it in her hands. She delicately ran her fingers over the intricate designs, memorizing every tiny detail, before opening the box. Letting out a small gasp, she gazed lovingly at the gift, completely speechless. Inside was a silver pendant in the form of a cloud with a golden lightning bolt protruding from it. It glittered and sparkled in the moonlight, letting off a tiny glow when the light hit it right. The pendant was attached to a thin chain, which, upon further notice, she realized was a tight-knit braid of silver.

Miley looked back at Jake, her eyes shining with delight and happiness, making his heart swell and his breath hitch. He loved it when her large, blue eyes radiated joy. Everything was always worth it when she looked at him like that. Stunned, she whispered softly to him.

"Jake, I…I don't know what to say…it's beautiful. You didn't have to give me this – I would have remembered you either way." Jake wrapped his hands around hers, squeezing them gently.

"Please, I want you to wear it. You're my thunder, Miley, and by wearing this pendant, I'll know that you'll stay true to me, just as I will stay true to you," she looked at him with admiration, but he continued without missing a beat. "Miley, will you wear this and show the world that you are my one and only?"

With glazed eyes, she nodded fervently and pulled her hair across her shoulder, exposing her neck to him. Jake moved behind her, took the pendant out of the box, and wrapped it around her neck, kissing her exposed flesh softly before pulling her hair back. He smiled at her and reclined in the lounger, motioning for her to sit between his legs. Smirking lightly, she nestled herself between his legs and gently laid against his chest, her head resting in the dip of his collarbone. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew slow circles around her stomach.

She looked down, smiling brightly at the sparkling pendant, and delicately fingered it, liking the way the small weight felt on her chest. Jake noticed where she was looking and softly whispered in her ear.

"It looks beautiful on you. There's no one I'd rather have wear it than you."

Miley's face broke out into a large grin and her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to whisper sweet-nothings in her ear. Her hands rested on his, loving the feel of his strong hands and slender fingers. Her head turned in toward his neck, effectively nestling it beneath his chin. Her breathing slowed, soon falling into the comfortable rhythm of sleep. Her thoughts drifted away, turning into dreams of a wonderful boy with a soothing voice, strong hands, silky blonde hair, and beautiful sea-green eyes.

Jake looked down at the girl in his arms, still whispering softly in her ear even after she had succumbed to sleep. She was beautiful in the moonlight, and he hadn't been lying when he said the pendant looked gorgeous on her. It let off a soft glow around her chest, almost as if it had found its rightful home on her neck. He smiled as she snuggled deeper into his chest, and kissed her softly on her temple.

A small noise caused him to look to his left. Mr. Stewart was standing there, watching them with the sad eyes of a man letting his baby go. A bit of panic shot through Jake when he saw Mr. Stewart, but it dissipated when he received a small smile and a welcoming nod.

'Good, so he doesn't think we were doing anything bad.'

Mr. Stewart approached the lounger and looked down at his baby girl. He'd forgotten how peaceful she looked when she slept; he'd only recently seen her during nightmares and wished he'd spent more time watching her. Clearing his thoughts, he glanced over at Jake, who had been watching him curiously. Nodding at Miley, Mr. Stewart silently told Jake he was going to take her upstairs, to which Jake replied with a nod. Gently scooping her up so as not to wake her, Mr. Stewart cradled her into his neck, bid Jake goodnight, and carried her inside.

Jake watched them leave and turned to go home when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Jackson there with a small smile on his face.

"I know you didn't get much time with her, so I'll give you a break. We're leaving from the Lewiston Studio tomorrow at five, if you want to say goodbye." Jake smiled at him.

"I will. Thanks, Jackson."

Jackson watched as Jake left, thinking about how lucky his sister was to be with such a great guy. He'd seen the whole scene between them from the window and knew that he could trust Jake with his sister's heart.

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At four forty-five the next morning, the Hannah Montana crew was busy loading things onto the tour bus. Miley was patiently waiting for them to finish, not bothering with her wig since it was so early in the morning, when she heard her name shouted. She turned to see Jake running down the sidewalk, leaping over the boxes and equipment still waiting to be loaded. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, ecstatic that he'd come to see her off.

When he finally reached her, he engulfed her in a massive hug and spun her around in the air, causing her to shriek playfully. The crew looked on, grins on their faces at seeing the teenage girl so happy. Setting her down, he slipped his hand into hers and pulled her off to the side in order to get some privacy. Once alone, Jake cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply, trying to say goodbye without actually having to say the words. Miley kissed him just as powerfully, also trying to tell him so many things through her actions.

They broke apart and stared at each other, afraid of ruining the moment and returning to reality. They didn't want to leave each other and face the heartache that was sure to come. He stroked her cheek softly.

"I'm going to miss you." Miley gazed at him – her eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm going to miss you too."

He kissed her again softly and hugged her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her small body. He stroked her smooth tresses, savoring the feel and smell of her chocolate curls. She clutched his back desperately, never wanting to let go. She inhaled his special smell – cedar, old spice, and a hint of something uniquely Jake.

A yell broke them out of their bubble, sending them crashing back into reality. Jackson was calling for her, telling her that everyone was waiting on her. Miley pulled back from Jake, disappointment in her eyes, and told her brother that she was on her way. Jake intertwined his hand with hers and together, they made their way toward the bus.

Once they reached the bus' entrance, Jake pulled Miley into one last breathtaking kiss. A chorus of hoots and hollers could be heard from the inside of the bus, causing Miley to break out into a deep blush. He stroked her cheek softly.

"You're my thunder, Miley." She gazed at him softly.

"As you are mine. Goodbye, Jake."

With one last smile, she boarded the bus, waving at him as the doors closed. The engine started and a low rumble echoed throughout the empty street. The bus shifted into gear and Jake watched as his girl took off down the street. He watched until he could no longer see the large bus and slowly walked toward his limo parked at the end of the block, never feeling so alone in his entire life.

A/N: And because I'm such a jerk, I'm going to tag on another author's note! Someone should shoot me. Seriously. Ahem. So, I felt like we've had enough drama from the last few chapters to last us for a while, so I decided to make this a fluffy chapter ::YAY FLUFFY!::

Anyway, just thought I should explain what all the French meant, since I'm sure a good chunk of us don't understand a word of French.

Vous etes beau - You are beautiful
Vous etes incroyable - You are incredible
Vous etes parfait - You are perfect