AN: In this somewhat short chapter, Michael and Miley head home, and prepare to deal with the questions of their car accident, and good lord are there questions...

Chapter Three: Questions and Answers

As the days went on, Miley was well enough for her to head home. That was good news for Michael, but that meant that he had to move her gently enough so he would not hurt her anymore than she already was. Michael helped her get dressed, and then helped her into a wheelchair. Miley was so against being in a wheel chair, but she had to be in one for the slow trek from the hospital to her hotel room. Michael slowly wheeled her to the car that was waiting for them. With the upmost care, he loaded her into the car, and drove them to her hotel room.

Miley smiled as he carried her bridal style into her hotel room. Miley joked about how this is how married couples are, and saw Michael's face go red from embarrasment. Michael laid her down with care in her bed, and went back outside to get her stuff from the car. He looked up to see some news vans and paparazzi heading towards him. Michael sighed, and carried the stuff towards the room. When they got too close, he slammed the door in their face.

"Who was that?" Miley asked him.

"Paparazzi hounding me." Michael sighed. He sat the bags by the door, and laid next to her.

"Mike, what has been going on with you?" Miley asked, slight concern obvious in her voice.

"I have a lot to think about, and that car accident did not help things." Michael said sadly.

"Yeah, I know." Miley said.

"No." Michael said, jumping off the bed quickly, and surprising Miley in the process.

"What's wrong?" Miley asked him.

"You got hurt protecting me." Michael said. "I can't forget that. I can't forget what you gave up to be with me."

"Do not worry about it." Miley said. "I love you, and I want to be with you."

"I love you too, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. How ever long that may be." Michael answered. Michael realized what he said, and quickly shut up. Luckily for him Miley did not get what he said, and just motioned for him to come over to the bed, and join him.

Michael laid down next to her, pulling Miley close, and kissing her on the cheek. He still had a lot to think about, and maybe some sleep was going to get his head on straight.

Michael was surfing his laptop while Miley was asleep next to him. It was late at night, and he just wanted to do something to help him to get to sleep easier. Michael was bored, really. He went to check his email, and noticed that David, his friend from New York and closest ally, sent him something. It was marked "URGENT" in big and bold letters. Michael shrugged his shoulders, and read it, figuring that it was something funny or just something that he wanted to talk about.

Then he opened it, and almost had a heart attack. It was a photo from TMZ, showing him walking out a jewelry store. He hoped that it was not something that was going to reveal him and what he intended on doing.

Scrolling down further, he read the caption.

Boyfriend of pop star Miley Stewart, Michael Harris, was spotted leaving a jewelry store, bag in hand. We asked the jeweler what he bought, and he said that Michael bought a ring from the store. We tried to ask exactly what ring he bought for whom we assumed was Miley, but they refrained from doing so. We can only assume that it was an engagement ring, seeing as how they have been a couple for a few years now.

Michael felt his heart jump into his throat. He looked over at Miley, and shut off the computer. He laid back, and laid awake for the rest of the night.

He really was not looking forward to heading back to California now.

It was while they were on the plane, that Michael felt as if he was flying right towards a hornet's nest. In a honest way, he really was. Michael knew that they saw the news report, or they probably did not see it. He could only hope that they did not see it, because it was going to be a really big shitstorm once this gets out.

He wanted to think, but as the plane landed in Malibu, he knew that his time was up.

Time to face the music... Michael thought to himself.

Well, you know how Michael thought that he was walking right into a shitstorm when he got home? Well, he was right. Once he got home, he saw that they were familiar sets of cars in front of his apartment building. He knew them by sight, of course. One was Jackson's, the other was Charles', and the other was Robby Ray's. Miley knew it too, and saw the look on her boyfriend's face. She took his hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Don't worry, I am sure it is going to be alright." Miley smiled.

"Do you really think so?" Michael asked in a hopeful tone of voice.

"Not a chance." Miley said honestly.

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk." Michael said.

"No problem." Miley smiled.

Michael and Miley were sitting on the couch in the living room as Charles and Robby Ray sat in front of them. Boy, this was an uncomfortable time, and it brought up some bad memories for the two. It was not long before the questions were flying at the two.

"Exactly what happened while you were out there?" Robby Ray asked.

"We were driving back to the hotel room while there was a storm going on outside. Michael swerved to hit a car, and we crashed into a tree. A big branch came down, and landed on the car, knocking Michael from the car, and hurting me." Miley answered.

Robby Ray and Charles looked at each other, and shrugged. Michael figured that must have meant that they have bought what she said, or that was the best story that they were going to get out of the two.

"Okay, but that does not explain why you went out there with her, Michael." Robby Ray said.

"Yeah, why were you out there, Michael?" Miley asked him as well.

At that moment, Michael literally felt every eye on him. He hated that, and figured that he was caught and he had to tell them what was going on and what he planned to do.

Luckily, he did not have to say anything.

"Michael, Jackson got his hand stuck, can you help us?" Melody asked from the other room.

"Coming." Michael said, getting up from his seat, and heading into the other room.

God bless the idiot that is Jackson Stewart. Michael said, thanking the gods above.

AN: Well, Michael is safe for now, but he soon is going to decide that enough is enough, and it is time to ask Miley Stewart those four important words. The final chapter is next. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!