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4 Years Later

Miley's P.O.V

"Happy Birthday Auntie Miley!"

Emily pounced on me, jumping on my bed excitedly.

"Not now Em," I groaned, covering my head with my pillow.

"Oh come on Miley, it's your birthday," I heard Lilly say as I felt her sit down next to me. "You're 21, you can finally drink."

"Like that ever stopped us before," I replied, my voice muffled.

"Okay, you can legally drink now."

I ducked out from underneath my quilt and saw Emily and Lilly staring at me.

"Remind me again why I live with you two," I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Because you love us," Lilly grinned. "Now be nice because Em wants to give you a present and she's been waiting all morning."

Emily stared expectantly at me as she handed me a present, obviously wrapped by her.

I tore it open to find a beautiful silver necklace; a 'Miley' one to replace the one I'd lost years ago.

"It's beautiful guys, thanks," I said, hugging Lilly briefly before grabbing a hold of Emily. "Thanks pumpkin," I said to her, kissing her cheek.

She smiled shyly and scampered off into the kitchen leaving me and Lilly sitting on my bed.

"Your brother and Dad sent some presents as well," she commented. "They're said they're not sure if they'll make it to the party later."

"That's okay, I know they're busy."

"Oliver's coming later," Lilly said, but I noticed she didn't look too excited about it.

"How are you guys?" I asked.

"We're trying to work things out for Emily but I don't know…." She trailed off. "I don't know if we can ever be what we were. We haven't been the same since..."

Since Jake. It still stung to say his name but not as much as it used to. I hadn't talked to him in 4 years and the only time I ever saw him was on television. But I could change the channel.

"You're all over the TV by the way," Lilly said, coyly changing the subject.

I feigned surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, everyone's talking about Hannah Montana retiring from show business."

"Of course they are, it's big news," I muttered, getting out of bed and heading towards the wardrobe.

"Are you sure about it?"

"Yes," I said wearily; I'd heard the question so many times before. "I've been Hannah Montana for so long and I just need a break from it all. I want to go to college, be a normal person; have a life."

"Okay," Lilly said, backing off. "I have a few errands to run but I'll see you later." She left and I threw on my favourite top and skinny jeans.

I flicked on the TV only to find an interview with none other Jake Ryan; talking about Hannah Montana.

"I heard about it and I wish her the best. She deserves to have whatever makes her happy." The words were dripping with sentiment and the reporter was quick to pick up on it.

"You sound like you're pretty close with her."

Jake smiled the smile I used to love. "She's an old friend of mine."

I shut the television off to stop the painful stabbing I felt in my chest.

"Happy Birthday Miley," I muttered to myself.

Jake's P.O.V

The doorbell rang and a fair haired child with bright blue eyes jumped into my arms.

"Uncle Jake!" she exclaimed.

"Hey Em, have been a good girl for Mommy lately?"

"She's a little devil," Lilly jumped in. "Hey, Jake."

She hugged me tight and then pulled back to look at me. "You look like shit."

"Thanks," I replied. "I had a late night."

"Of course you did."

"Emily why don't you go into the other room, I'm pretty sure my brother Tommy left some toys here."

"Okay," she said happily with a nod. I caught her before she went into the other room and whispered in her ear. "You didn't tell Auntie Miley you were coming, did you?"

She clicked her tongue impatiently and gave me a goofy grin; I asked her this every time she came over and every time I got the same reply.

"Noooooo," she said, dragging it out.

"Good girl. There are some cookies in the bottom cupboard. Help yourself kid."

She smiled wider and ambled off. "She's the smartest three year old I've ever met," I told Lilly, watching Emily go. "Although with you and Oliver as parents, I'm not sure how that happened."

Lilly promptly smacked my shoulder and sat down at the table. I sat opposite her and waited.
"How have you been Jake?" she asked sympathetically.

"You ask me this every week Lil, I'm fine," I insisted.

"You don't seem fine. You're partying a lot more than usual."

"How would you know?"

"You're all over the TV and magazines Jake. Emily saw you the other day and almost blew it in front of Miley before I shoved a chocolate in her mouth."

I laughed. "You could tell Miley you know. Keeping secrets from her doesn't exactly turn out great if you remember."

"I'm not going to tell her," she snapped. "Especially on her birthday."

Her birthday. It'd been on my mind for a while. I'd wondered if I should send her a present but had decided against it.

"Maybe you should stop by Jake."

"She doesn't want to see me Lilly. She's made it pretty obvious with the last four years of silence."

"She's just stubborn. She misses you, every day, I know she does."

How I missed her too. Every girl I had dated after had nothing on her. They never would.

"I've got an idea," I asked, hit with a sudden stroke of inspiration.

Miley's P.O.V

Lilly and Emily came back home a while later.

"There's a letter here for you," she said casually, dropping into my lap.

I ripped it open and almost had a heart attack, seeing the loopy writing that was so familiar.

Dear Miley,

I'll start with 'Happy Birthday'. I always imagined I'd be right there celebrating with you but maybe it's better this way.

Maybe there's another beside you, holding your hand in my place; I really don't know. It hurts me to even think of another with you but I hope you're happy.

I said to you long ago that when we were done following our dreams, we would give it another shot. I know circumstances have changed but I still mean it. I know that I said I didn't want to give up our dreams for each other but I've realised all the fame and fortune means nothing. I want to give up acting; for you. If you'll have me.

So look out the window.

Love Jake

The last sentence confused the hell out of me. That is, until I heard the softest notes of guitar outside. I walked slowly out the window and opened it. Looking below, I felt like I was staring at a ghost. But it wasn't a ghost. It was Jake Ryan, tousled haired, holding a guitar.