AN: Michael tries to deal with being heartbroken, and the hatred that his family has for Miley just keeps growing. Despite what I may have said earlier, this is the last chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter Seven: The Ending That Is Best

Michael was pent up and fed up with what he was feeling. He was sad, he was hurt, both mentally, physically, and emotionally, plus, he had his heartbroken. Now he was angry, and that was not going to change for anything. He had a scholarship to USC to play football there, and he was going to use that to get to the NFL, but thanks to a spurn jackass, he was in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and that was not the worst of it. The girl that he really loved did not feel the same way about him, and that made him fed up with everything. He was through being sad, now he was royally pissed off, and someone was going to pay. Being the brilliant mind that he was, he decided to get both families together to speak his mind.

That was the scene right now. Miley, Jackson, and Robby Ray sat on one side of his living room, while Marie, Charles, Melody, and Rachel sat on the other. Marie and Rachel were glaring into Miley with blind hatred. Michael wheeled himself out of his room just in time before things started to come to blows.

"Alright, I have something to say to everyone, and I want all of your mouths shut while I am talking." Michael said, parking himself at the front with the families looking at him.

"I am going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, that much you all know, but this is not why you are here, today." Michael said, looking over at Miley in particular. "I have had enough of this back and forth bullshit because of what happened. Now, this is my family. I only have them left, and what we believe is that if you wrong one of us, you face the wrath of everyone."

"Michael..." Miley tried to tell him.

"Shut up." Michael all but growled. Then he turned to his family. "You three. You are real pieces of work, especially you three, Marie, Charles, Melody. The only reason that you tolerate Miley is because of me, and I can tell you that you don't need to do that anymore, because she told me flat out that she doesn't love me, or doesn't feel the same way about me as I do about her. Plain and simple, if you can't get along or get over what has happened, tough. I have, and I was the one that was shot. Thanks, and I hope that we can get along eventually."

With those last words, Michael left, smiling for the first time in a long time.

Charles and Robby Ray were sitting in his home, just chatting among themselves. Michael was right, they needed to get along for the sake of their families, because this back and forth behind everyone's back was really immature and they had to get on the same page to get over this tragedy that happened to them.

"Michael is a strong kid, he'll be alright." Robby Ray told Charles. Charles shook his head, but it is what he said next that really caught Robby Ray off guard.

"Michael's been shot before." Charles said out of nowhere. Robby Ray looked at his friend as if he grew two more heads.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Robby Ray asked him, trying to get more information.

"That shooting that I told you about that killed my mom? Michael was hit as well, in his head." Charles said.

"How did he survive that?" Robby Ray inquired.

"He sort of didn't." Charles answered. "The bullet that entered his head is still there. It's going to kill him eventually."

"Charles, why didn't you tell me that?" Robby Ray asked.

"I didn't think that you needed to know that." Charles said. "With everything that's going on, I really didn't think about that until now. Man, now I have to deal with that right now, don't I?"

"He's a tough kid, I know that he will survive this." Robby Ray said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks." Charles said.

Melody walked downstairs, and saw that Michael was sitting in his room, working on his computer. He looked at her with a smile on his face, and she couldn't help but smile as well.

"Did you know what you just did?" Melody asked.

"No, what?" Michael asked.

"You just smiled." Melody answered. "Are you feeling better?"

"A little. It was good to get that off my chest, and I needed to let everyone know what I was thinking." Michael said.

"I know." Melody said, smiling back at him. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Go and talk to Miley. Apologize to her for acting like this was her fault." Michael said. Melody was about to protest, but Michael just gave her a brotherly look.

"Fine. Wish me luck." Melody said irritably.

"Good luck. You are going to need it." Michael called after her. Melody looked back at him, and glared, then slammed his door shut.

Miley was sitting in her backyard when she felt someone sit right next to her. She looked up, and saw that it was Melody. She took a defensive position, and Melody threw her hands up in defense.

"Whoa, tiger, I am not here to fight you." Melody said, taking a seat next to her.

"After everything that you put me through since you have been here, you expect me to be nice to you?" Miley asked.

"No, but that would be nice." Melody stated. "Look. Where Michael and I come from, family is important. You mess with one of us, you get the wrath of all of us. Michael really loved you from the moment that he laid eyes on you. He never did that with me, so he really has it bad for you."

"Michael sent you over here, didn't he?" Miley asked her.

"Yeah, he did." Melody laughed. "Look, in all seriousness, what he said was totally right. He loves us both, and it will mean the world to him if we can get along, so can we at least try?"

"I am willing if you are." Miley said with a smile on her face.

A few days later, after Marie, Rachel, and Lori Ann went back to Missouri, Michael found himself in his bathtub downstairs. When he was finish bathing, he climbed out, and with little trouble, wrapped himself in a towel and sat in his chair. Feeling really good about himself, he wheeled himself into his room, and there he got a surprise.

"Miley?" Michael said in surprise.

"Your door was open, and I just came in." Miley said, kind of blushing at the sight of Michael's wet bare chest. "Do you need any help getting dressed?"

"No, I am fine." Michael said. "So, anything on your mind?"

"I lied." Miley said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

"About what?" Michael asked her.

"When I said that I didn't feel the same way about you the way that you feel about me. I lied to protect myself from being hurt again." Miley said.

"I won't hurt you." Michael said, reaching out to her, and making her take a seat on his lap. Miley sighed, and cuddled close to him.

"I love you Miley." Michael said softly.

"I love you too. Michael." Miley said, finally returning his love for her. She drove it home with a soft kiss on the lips.

Michael smiled, and hugged the girl that he loved the most.

THE END

AN: Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more!