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Chapter 18

Miley's POV.

(Dream)

I looked at where I stood next to the ocean; there was Jake, his golden locks blowing in the light wind, about sixty feet away.

I started to run towards him. "Jake, Jake!" I yelled as I ran to him.

Jake turned around and smiled and started walking towards me with his arms open, "Miley."

I ran as fast as I could; wanting deeply to jump into his arms and stay there forever. As I got closer to him I noticed his eyes were bluer than normal almost as if he was sad.

When I was about twenty feet away I heard a noise coming from the ocean; I stop and looked out to see a huge tidal wave that's path would hit Jake.

I started to run towards him again, trying to warn him to get out of the tidal waves path, but I seemed to be running in slow motion. "Jake!" I heard myself cry out in a voice most unlike my own; this one was high and full of fear.

Jake didn't seem to hear the fear in my voice because he continued to stare at me with his arm outstretched for me to leap into. "Miley." He said again.

"Jake! Jake, move! There's a tidal wave headed straight for you!" I screamed in panic.

Jake didn't seemed fazed by this, he just continue to wait for me. I watched his face show so many emotions at once; his face showed happiness, but his eyes… his eyes showed sadness; so much sadness that I stopped running and stared into his bright blue eyes. My heart filled with so much sadness and pity that I didn't even realize that hot salty tears were streaking down my face, "J-Jake…" I choked as I heard myself whisper his name yet again.

"Miley." His eyes shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces. I had too look away; I closed me eyes and turned my head to the restlessly, rough sea; prying that it would hit me and swallow me whole instead of Jake.

I watched the wave as it came closer and closer, as it did so though, I noticed something on it. A figure. A dark figure; with eyes as black as death itself, but it wasn't death; it was familiar, I knew I had seen this figure before, but my only thoughts now that I knew there was only a ten second until impact, was Jake. I pray that he will move, or the tidal wave will miss.

I shut my eyes tight as I could, hoping, praying, wishing silently that the dark figure, and the tidal wave would all disappear.

"Miley." I heard my name being called, but this wasn't the same calm voice, I heard in the dream. No, this voice was the same, but filled with emotion.

I wanted deeply to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I couldn't face the fact that I just stood here, and am about to let Jake be taken by this wave. Coward; that is what I am. A coward.

"Miley." There's that voice again, but I can't open my eyes because I'm a coward.

"Miles, wake up." Wake up?

"Miley. Just open your eyes." This was not the voice that had just spoken to me. it was the voice of the calm Jake that stood in front of me about to be killed because I just stood there and didn't help him. "Miley."

I opened my eyes and shot up, breathing heavily. "Miley are you okay?!" I heard Jake asked his voice full of fear, like mine had been in my dream.

I felt my stomach tighten up; I immediately jumped out of my bed and ran into my bathroom and leaned over the toilet.

"Miley!" I felt Jake standing behind me.

My breathing was still heavy when I leaned over the toilet again, so I started coughing like mad. I griped the rug I was kneeing on, so tightly that when I looked down my knuckles were chalk white.

I realized Jake wasn't in the room anymore. I wanted to get up, so I put one hand on the sink and began to pull myself up with what little strength I have left in me. When I was about midway up, my head started to spin and I lost my grip on the sink and felt myself begin to fall.

"Miles!" I felt a pair of arms catch me as I neared the floor. "Miley?! Miley?! Are you okay?!" it was Jake who caught me as I fell and asked me if I was okay.

"Ughhhhh…" I moaned as I was lifted up into the air.

"Shhh… Miles, its okay." Jake cooed in my ear softly, but his voice still trembled with fear.

"Miley!" I heard my dad yell in panic.

"Ughhhhh…" I moaned while holding my head.

"Jake, put her on the bed!" my dad ordered.

I felt myself almost flowing, until I started to descend from Jake's arms onto my nice, soft bed. Jake's arms started to snake their way away from underneath my back and legs where he had been holding me, but I grabbed his arm that was on my back, and held tight.

"Jake Ryan, you better let go of my daughter this instant!" I heard my dad bellow in a, if-you-don't-move-your-hands-boy-you-aint'-gonna-be-wakin'-up-tomorrow voice. But after that dream I was willing to take that chance because there was no way I wanted to be separated from him ever again.

"Sir, she's holding me!" Jake protested, but I noticed he also wasn't trying very hard to free himself from my hold.

All this yelling was beginning to make my head spin again. With my free hand I clutched my head, hoping that would give a sign to my dad to stop yelling! "Ughhhhh…"

"What's all the commotion about?!" I heard Jackson ask from the other side of the room.

"Shhh! Miley's sick! Don't yell!" I heard Jake hiss.

"What's wrong with her?!" Is Jackson caring? That's a first…

"We have no idea. Now shut up!" Jake ordered.

I heard Jackson mutter something about over paid actors and guys with big egos that think they can control everything. But quickly forgot about him with the nauseas came back.

I leaned over my bed and grabbed the trashcan and began puking again.

"EW!" I heard Jackson yell.

"Jackson, SHUT UP!" Jake yelled. "Mr. Stewart, what do we do?!" Jake asked in alarm. I felt my hair be lifted off my shoulders and noticed Jake was standing over me holding it.

"Just let her puke it out I guess." Wow, my dad is so helpful…

About two minutes later I felt as though there was nothing in my stomach at all. And as always, I felt great afterwards. Well not great, but not like all lightheaded and nausea.

I started to sit up when Jake said, "Whoa, slow down there Miley." I felt him place his hands on my shoulders to help me sit up like I was a four year old.

"How ya feelin' Miles?" my dad asked walking over next to Jake and putting a hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

"Brilliant…" I muttered sarcastically.

"Good." My dad chuckled. My dad took his hand off my forehead and sighed, "Well, no temperature, which is good, but Miles, are you still feeling sick?"

"No." I said, resting my head on the headboard of my bed.

"Are you sure Miles?" Jake's voice was full of concern, but still had a faint hint of fear.

"Yes, Jake. I'm fine." Jake didn't looked convince, even though I really did feel fine, well I have a little headache, but nothing horrible. "Seriously Jake, I'm fine."

Jake sighed and ran his hands through his golden locks. "Okay…" he took my hand and lightly squeezed it. "Do you want anything? Like a glass of water or something?" He's so sweet at times.

"Um… sure." I replied.

"Okay I'll be right back." Jake kissed my forehead and left.

When Jake left my dad and I were the only ones in the room because Jackson ran out after about me getting sick a few times.

After Jake left the first thing that popped into my mind was my dream and how I lost him to that wave and that dark figure.

"Is there something you want to talk about Miles?" my dad asked, sitting on the edge oh my bed.

I looked up in surprise, how did parents always know something was bothering their kid? "What? No… Nothing bothering me; I'm just fine and dandy…" I said a little too quickly that my dad gave me the I-don't-believe-you look, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Jake walked into the room with a glass of water.

"Here Miley." Jake handed me the water and sat down next to me.

"Thanks…" I mumbled and took a sip of the cold water. I reached over Jake and put my water on the nightstand next to my bed, then rested my head on his chest.

"Jake, I think we should let Miley go back to sleep." I heard my dad say softly.

"No!" I exclaimed in fright, please don't leave me! When I look at my dad his facial expression seemed very confused, "I mean um… please don't leave…? I don't think I can sleep anymore tonight…" I tried to hide my fear of being left alone for another dream, but I don't think I hid it that well…

My dad gave Jake and me, the look then got up and walked up to the head of my bed and kissed my forehead, then looked at Jake, "If anything happens…" oh my god!

"DAD!!!" I cried in panic. I looked at Jake whose face was red with embarrassment.

"Miles, I'm just making sure that he knows what will happen if…"

"DAD!!! Nothing is going to happen!!!" I slapped my hand over my eyes trying not to imagine what would have happened if my dad did ever walk in on us… um…

"Fine, but Jake we WILL be talking in the morning about why you are here this late…" Jake gulped loudly, my dad just smiled in delight that Jake seemed frighten of him.

"Um… yes, sir…" Jake's face was still red. My dad smiled again, and said goodnight and left. "Well that was embarrassing…" Jake mumbled.

I smiled and moved my head to his shoulder and looked up at him, "Yeah, it was… um… you know my dad brought up a good point what are you doing here so late…?" I asked suspiciously.

"I… um…" oh god he didn't come here to…? "I don't know… I just got mad at Tyler and…" Okay good he didn't come because he wanted to… "I really don't know Miles… I just feel better when I'm around you, so I walked over, and climb up to your window," aw… sounds like he's my knight in shining armor, "When I got into your room, you were thrashing around like you were having a nightmare, so I tried waking you up and when I finally did, you sat up looking as though you had seen a ghost then ran into the bathroom…" Jake sighed deeply, hugged me closer to him.

I bit my lip hard, trying not to remember my dream, "Oh… Jake what happened with Ty-"

"Nothing Miles; you should get some sleep." Jake sighed and started to get up.

"No, Jake… um… please stay." I tried to look innocent of the fact that I didn't want to be left alone, because I was scared of my nightmare.

"What's wrong Miley? Was it your dream or nightmare or whatever…?" How did he know that? Well he was the one that woke me put from my nightmare so I guess that could have clued him in... "Miley?" I looked up startled; I must have started day dreaming, well night dreaming… wait that doesn't make any sense… hm… oh well, I was just off in Mileyland I guess I could say.

"What? Oh sorry Jake…" I shook my head and looked up at him, "Jake I'm fine. Really. Like you said, I did have a nightmare, and I guess I'm just sort of shook up by it, I guess…" I confessed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He's so caring, but I don't think I'm ready to tell him or anyone else for that matter, about my dream.

"Not yet." I sighed then kissed his cheek.

"Okay, but if you want to talk about, I'm here." I kissed his cheek again.

"Thank you, Jake." He leaned down and kissed me lightly.

A/N: Okay that chapter took me forever to write, I spent like four days on it because I couldn't get the dream sequence right, but now that its done, I'm not sure how it came out, because I've never wrote a dream really, so tell me how you think that went please!!!

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