AN: Michael finds out some bad news, and things get worse when he talks to Miley...

Chapter Five: Things Get Really Bad

He could literally feel that something big was going to happen on this day. But he shook it off as just more irritable feelings that he was experienced. Anyway, Michael was sitting in his room when a knock came from his door.

"What?" Michael asked grumpily, sliding a t-shirt on. He wheeled himself over to the door, just as Charles stepped inside.

"You got some mail." Charles said. Michael snatched the envelope from him, and threw it on his bed.

"It's from USC, maybe about the athlete scholarship you applied for. Aren't you going to open it?" Charles asked.

"No." Michael said.

"Why not?" Charles asked in disbelief.

"Dude, look at me. I can't play football anymore. I can't even walk anymore." Michael said. "Besides, it is not going to be good news for me anyways, so why bother?"

"Mike, you have to get out of this funk that you have been in. It is really starting to get on people's nerves." Charles said impatiently.

"Really? You are going to say that to me? I have been shot several times protecting a girl that I loved, and I don't even know that she feels the same way about me." Michael said, turning away from him.

"Holy shit. That is why you have been so sulky,haven't it?" Charles asked. "Look kid, I am sure that Miley feels the same way, so you just have to go and talk to her about it, okay?"

"Fine, if she comes by, I will talk to her. ALONE." Michael said, driving the point home with his accentuation on the last words.

"Alright with me. Good luck Romeo." Charles said, leaving the room.

"What an asshole." Michael said, cracking a smile for the first time in weeks.

Miley looked at her cell phone, and saw a text message from Michael. She thought about deleting it the moment that she saw it, but against raging doubts in her mind, she decided to answer it and read the message anyway. She flipped open her cell phone, and saw that it read:

Miley, I really need to talk to you, please come by.

Michael. ;)

Miley sat there with a lump in her throat, contemplating not going or leaving her house at all, especially knowing the fact that everyone over there is not going to be happy to see her when or if she decides to go over there. But Michael deserved to hear an answer from her, and after what he did and has done for her, a little chat was something that deserved to happen between them at the very least.

So, a quick question. What does he have to say that is so important that she has to come over there right now? Maybe some feelings are going to be revealed?

Michael felt himself grow a smile on his face. When everyone was out of the house doing their own thing, Michael finally had time to think about what he was going to do with the rest of his life. He was paralyzed from the waist down, so an athletic career was over and done with, a pipe dream, basically. His mind soon shifted to if Miley felt the same way about him as he did feel for her.

A soft knock came from behind his door, and Michael quickly fixed himself up, and answered the door.

"Hey Miley. Come on in." Michael said, wheeling himself away, and letting her come in. Miley went to his bed, and sat on it. Michael wheeled himself right in front of her.

"So, how are you feeling?" Michael asked her.

"A lot better than you, apparently." Miley asked. She was not going to get used to seeing Michael in a wheelchair, and the fact that she was the one that caused this whole mess with everything that happened almost a week ago, she still didn't know why or how he was talking with her.

"Michael, you said that you wanted to talk to me about something." Miley said, trying to get him to talk about what is happening between them.

"Yeah, I do." Michael said, taking a deep breath. Miley looked into his eyes, and knew that what he was going to tell her was going to be really big. Miley could only brace herself for what her friend was going to tell her.

"Miley, we have been friends for a long time, and since we have been friends, certain feelings have come into my mind." Michael said, fiddling with the stitch on his wheel chair.

"Feelings? What feelings are you talking about?" Miley asked, as if she had no idea what he was talking about, but she knew exactly what Michael was talking about and what he was going to say.

"Miley, what I am trying to say is that..." Michael's voice was starting to trail off, and Miley was bracing herself for something big that she was going to say as well.

"What is it Michael?" Miley asked.

"Miley, I love you." Michael said, their blue eyes meeting. Miley stared at him for a moment, and stood up and walk over to the window. She stood there, and Michael could tell by the way that she was standing that she was crying. That really scared Michael.

"Miley? Miley, please talk to me. Say something." Michael practically begged. Miley turned around, and faced him, wiping the tears from her face.

"Michael, I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way." Miley said. She couldn't look him in the eye, because she knew that she just destroyed a close friend of hers.

"I got to go!" Miley said, running past him, and right out his front door.

That was it. Now there was nothing more between the two of them. Was it?

AN: Damn, that was something, was it? What is going to happen now with Miley and Michael, plus his family are really going to hit the fan now that something like this has happened. Well, keep reading to find out what happens next!