hey guys i've got an idea to make this into a prequel for another story, but i don't know if i'll use it. i don't wanna make this story real short so... i dunno.

Mileys P O V still

This time, when I puked, it was in a nearby garbage can, and only a little bit.

"are you sick Miley?" Jake asked.

"No, I'm just so stressed over you," I answered.

"Miley I'm so sorry. My plan was to hurt you the least I could. I guess my plan kinda backfired. You can Ashley and if she has any nice fiber in her being, she'll tell you truth about our kiss, about how I didn't want it," Jake claimed.

We both looked over to see Ashlet picking on Dandriff Danny.

"Naw," we both said.

"Jake... you can't be serious. Are they sure that it's a brain tumor?" I asked. Jake nodded.

"Positive. They have taken multiple tests."

I forgot all about my throbbing red, and a little blue and black wrists as they wrenched in pain.

"Well how do they say that you are doing?" I asked being real afraid of the answer.

Jake shook his head.

"That bad huh?" I asked trying to play dumb like I didn't know what it meant until he gave me a straight out answer.

"Miley. They've searched every possible way. There's no way out. Well, one, but you know what I'm talking about," he said.

I started backing up. "No," I denied. This was the last thing that I would ever except.

"Yes, we both do. The doctors said that it could happen before my fifteenth birthday, and that I'll be lucky to see it," he said.

"No," I said tearing up. Jake had too by now. I know that guys don't usually cry, and you know that guys don't usually cry, but I think we both know that if you had to tell your loved one that you were dying, than that would become an exception.

"Miley there you are! What took you so long?" Lilly said coming behind the staircase. I was crying now. Jake would be gone before he turns fifteen. As far as I know, that's only within three and a half months. Lilly took one look at Jake.

"what did you do to her? You ever talk to her again and I'll kick your butt," she threatened. Jake didn't say anything he just looked back at me, and Lilly dragged me up by my elbow, thankfully not my wrist, and got me back to the lunch table.

"what did he say to you?" she asked.

I nodded my head no, as if telling her I wasn't willing to talk about it right now.

"Miley come on, what's going on? I don't know anything right now," Oliver said.

I shook my head no again. They than got the point and continued talking about their latest conversation. I saw Jake come out from under the stair case where we were before. Jake Ryan actually had a brain tumor that could kill him. My love actually might die. How could this actually happen?

The rest of the day I kinda put myself on auto-pilot and used whatever time that I needed to think about Jake. It was horrible, but I couldn't stop thinking about it and kick myself back into my real world. It was so real, it was unreal. (A/N: that every happen to you? it's hard to explain unless you've been through that feeling. I've been through it about three times, but I mostly remember it when my dad had his stroke.)

When I got home, I went straight to my computer and signed on to a chatroom with Lilly and Oliver, just so that I could hear them talk, and maybe try to make it seem like everything was okay. What do you do when your boyfriend is doing so horrible? I take it he's my boyfriend again. Or is he?

Ollieoken: miles? are you there? what's going on?

hannahfan05: ...

truscottchick: miley why won't you say anything?

Nothing happened.

ollieoken: miley? please talk to us

hannahfan05: ...

truscott: do you just want us to pretend like ur not here or wut?

hannahfan05:)

truscott: you can't see me right now, but I'm sighing. I'm gonna leave. bye

ollieoken: sorry to bail on you miles. gotta go

Great. Now what do I do? I turn off the computer, and go flop onto my bed. I swear I've starred at the cieling for hours when there's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I mummbled.

Lilly and Oliver cautiosly opened up the door to see me flopped onto my bed.

"Hey. We came to talk," Oliver said.

"What's up?" I asked pretending nothing was wrong, even though that was totally quiet, and a deaf monkey would've know what comes next.

"Why are you so quiet ever since you talked to Jake?" Lilly asked. I shrugged and avoided eye contact.

"Please Miley," Oliver said.

I sighed. "I don't know if Jake would let me tell you," I said as they sat down. Lilly sighed and than whipped out her cell.

"what are you doing?" Oliver and I asked.

Lilly dialed some numbers and put her phone on speaker. Someone than picked up.

"Hello?" they answered.

"Hey Jake, it's Lilly. Miley has been acting really strange and won't tell me or Oliver why, and says you might not be okay with it. Is it okay if she tells us?" Lilly asked.

"Sure, that's fine," he answered.

"Okay bye," Lilly said hanging up and than turning to me. "Okay, what?"

I sighed and flopped back down on my bed, and Oliver and Lilly invited themselves to sit next to me.

"Well..."Oliver pushed.

"Jake isn't doing so well," I mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Oliver asked being taken back.

"He's pretty sick."

"Huh?"

"The doctors found a brain tumor in his head, and they don't expect him to be fifteen before the tumor swells up bigger than his skull can hold, and it'll fracture," I explained. The room was silent.

I don't really want to talk about the rest, so let's just skip that part, and go straight to later that night, when I walked to Jakes house to learn more about how he's doing.

"Come in, I can make hot chocolate," he said, even though it wasn't exactly that cold out.

I took off my shoes and ran upstairs with him to the dining room table where we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I took a deep breath.

"So Jake... what do the doctors say?" I asked.

"Well, if it continues to grow like this, than I could fracture my skull," he explained.

"That's what I figured. But, is it really going to escalade that quickly?" I asked.

He nodded.

"It could."

"Well, thanks, but I'd better get home."

"Okay. And Miley, I love you, and I promise I'll tell you right away when the test results come back," he assured. I hugged him good bye.

"Good night Jake."

I left without a good night kiss, because I know that he could leave within months, but I just wasn't ready, and I wasn't going to force myself into any kisses.

The next morning I woke up, grabbed a pair of any jeans, than a sweatshirt, got ready with breakfast and that whole morning enchalada, and than got my butt off to school. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy.

"Hey Miley," Jake said behind me.

"Hey," I said hugging him. I backed away so that he knew not to kiss me. Than I got a good luck at him. He was very pale, and had dark, blackish purplish circles under his eyes, like when you don't sleep.

"What's wrong?" I asked afraid of the answer.

"I don't know. When I woke up this morning, I looked like this. And, it's so hard to think and concentrate on one thing," he answered.

"well I'd better get to class. Love you, and I'll talk to you later," I hugged.

"Bye Miley, love you too."

"Hey wait!" he said before we left too far away.

"what?"

"Is there a reason why you won't kiss me?" he asked.

"Just, ever since the whole drama thing first started out, I can't," I explained. "I'm sorry. but soon." I promised myself it would be soon. Jake smiled and we continued to class. All I could do was over obsess about him though. At second period, I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom.

"May I go to the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yeah, hurry back please," she answered. I took the pass and slowly, very slowly, made my way down the hall. I heard a locker door slam, and looked down them to see Jake pounding his lockers with his fists in anger, and mumbling to himself.

"Jake?" I asked. He quickly snapped around.

"Miley? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Oh you know, I just felt like going to school for thirteen years, so I thought I would go today to help graduate," I said sarcastically.

"I mean, why are you here, here? Like, in the hallway here? You aren't supposed to see me like this," he said.

Okay, now I'm confuzzled beyond all reason.

"What? What do you mean, what are you talking about?" I asked. Jake slowly walked up to me.

"I got the test results back. I was told to gather my things and leave school immiediatly. They found an infection. I'm on my way to emergency surgery," he stated.

Guess what I did?