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Thanks again for the reviews! We're approaching the total number of reviews I got for the entire last story I wrote which is AWESOME! And sorry if there's not much going on in this one but I needed to start up the miley jake story again and it will take a few chapters to get going. ENJOY!

Jake had been lying on his couch watching tv in a pair of cargo pants and tight grey T-shirt when a thunderous knocking was pounding on his door.

Jake went and opened up the door.

Without being asked in Miley stormed into the entryway.

Jake couldn't help but have his eyes pop out of his head. She looked phenomenal.

"Wow. You look…"

Miley waved it off. "Save it Ryan. I can't believe HIM!" She was pacing back and forth the coat tails of her jacket billowing out behind her as she turned around and went the other direction.

Jake scratched his head. "Ok???" "How about you calm down and we talk."

Miley was in a rage. "HA! Talk! You'd think he'd want to TALK to me about moving to NEW YORK! You'd think he'd want to TALK to me about canceling our VACATION! You'd think that he'd want to TALK to me about taking another job together! BUT NOOOOOOO! He doesn't want to TALK! He wants to WORK! That's ALL he ever wants to do!" Miley picked up a pillow that had been on a bench in Jake's entryway and was slowly strangling it to death."

Jake couldn't help but smirk at her at this point. He had been on the wrong end of her wrath before and it had definitely not been funny then but having the guilty party be Mark he was enjoying himself thoroughly.

Jake cautiously approached her still smiling and lightly took the pillow. "Why don't you let me have this. I wouldn't want the cops to come after you for murdering the décor."

Jake led her into the living room and sat her down. He went to the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine and some food he had been cooking.

"Have you eaten yet? I don't have anything wonderful but if this is too awful we can order out."

Miley stood up again "No! Of course I haven't eaten! He just walked out! He had to WORK! He always has to WORK! I can't believe he did this."

Jake smirked. "Ok…let's work on a list of things I can say that's not going to get you worked up again."

Miley looked remorseful. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't even be here. I just…I just needed someone to talk to. And I wanted that someone to be you." She said looking at Jake through half lidded eyes.

Jake sighed. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I told you. I'm always here for you. And I'm….I'm sorry for the way things have been between us."

Miley looked at him sadly. "No. You were right. Things were getting too heated. We needed some distance. I just…I just wish there was another way you know?"

Jake breathed out a small laugh. "Trust me. So do I."

Jake looked at Miley's flustered appearance and knew that now was probably not the time to talk about them. "Listen. Why don't we just talk and we'll deal with us tomorrow." Jake said offering his arms to Miley.

She grabbed onto him and felt the tears start to overpower her. "I don't know what to do Jake." She said speaking into his shirt.

Jake held onto her and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Hey. We'll figure it out ok?" He said placing her at arms length and looking into her sad eyes. "let's just eat a little something and talk about what happened. And then if that doesn't make anything better we'll get out the raspberry chocolate mousse I have in the fridge. Ok?"

Miley smiled weakly. "Ok. But um….can I borrow some clothes? This thing is REALLY uncomfortable." She said motioning to the dress she was wearing.

Jake smiled. "Damn. I was actually hoping you'd start wearing that to work. Not that I'd be able to concentrate much but really…you look amazing." He said getting serious.

Miley just slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "I don't think that this is quite the 1920's style that Kevin is going for." She said smiling for the first time since coming over to Jake's.

Jake led her up the stairs to his bedroom and showed her the clean t-shirt drawer and found her a pair of blue and white striped pajama pants. "Here…you can probably roll these up." "If you want you can take a shower or bath or something and I'll heat up the dinner."

20 minutes later Miley appeared in the living room. She had taken a warm bath and calmed down considerably. She had put on a navy blue t-shirt and Jake's pajama pants and a pair of very comfortable athletic socks.

Miley and Jake had a comfortable dinner and chatted about unimportant things. They both knew they'd get to the conversation at hand when Miley was ready.

Putting her fork down Miley looked appraisingly at Jake. "That was really disgustingly good. I didn't know you could cook. I think if the public knew about this you'd have even more women sending you proposals in the mail." She said with a smirk enjoying the fact that she was probably one of very few that knew how much of a catch Jake actually was.

Jake just laughed it off. "Yeah. Well being by myself it was either learn how to cook or gain about a billion pounds by eating take out all the time."

Miley smiled in replied but it soon faded as she cast her eyes towards the floor.

Jake knew it was time to talk. "So….what's all this about New York?"

Miley sat next to him with her feet curled around her and a blanket over her for extra warmth and told him everything she could about what had happened earlier. When she was done explaining everything Mark had told her about the show, about moving and about their trip she looked over to see Jake shaking his head and laughing slightly.

She looked at him incredulously not really believing he could be that insensitive. "I really don't think that it was all that funny." Miley remarked with obvious surprise in her voice.

Jake stopped and looked at her. "It's not funny….its just for a second there it sounded like you were describing me."

Miley couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?"

Jake looked at her sideways seeing the confusion in her face and tried to explain. "I mean that's not who I am anymore but it sounds an awful lot like who I was a few years ago."

Miley was still looking at him questioningly.

Jake sighed. "Listen. After we broke up in high school I became obsessed with work. I was always taking jobs and looking for my next big role. I thought that if I could be the best at what I did it would make me happy. So I would take rolls in strange places and pick up and leave at the drop of a hat without really thinking about how it would affect the rest of my life."

Miley looked at him clearly taking in what he was saying. "So what made you stop?"

Jake looked down and laughed. "Well…don't tell him this but I have Kevin to thank for that. I just spent so much time with him and Jenna when they were going out and falling for each other that it became pretty clear that making movies wasn't what was going to make me happy." He said not being able to bring his eyes to meet Miley's.

"And actually…I never really stopped putting work ahead of everything else…but by the time I realized that I wanted something else… I didn't have anything else left in my life." Jake said sadly looking down at his hands. He took another large drink of wine. He had never actually admitted this out loud to anyone. He felt even more lonely and empty than before. Something about hearing it out of his own lips made it much more real.

Miley noticed Jake's sadness and felt her heart breaking for him. She thoughtlessly put her hand in his and stroked his hand with her thumb. Her thoughts returned to Mark. "So…you think that Mark doesn't really want those things with me?" Miley said with sadness in her eyes and her voice.

Jake looked back at Miley and brought his hand to her cheek. Speaking softly he answered her "There are a million reasons that I should not be answering that question. But I don't think that really matters right now…all you need to decide is if you would do whatever it takes… weather it be moving to New York or putting the rest of your life on hold to be with HIM. If you do then you go back and try and try and TRY until you work things out. And if not…." Jake didn't answer. He couldn't answer because he had failed at this the only time it had ever mattered. He had left Miley and convinced himself not to try and now he had nothing.

Miley placed her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist holding her close. She looked up to him. "You're no help you know that? You're supposed to be the one person to tell me to ditch him and here you go being all supportive….you should work on that you know." She said with her sarcastic voice.

Jake laughed at the girl curled up besides him. "If I bring out the chocolate mousse will you forgive me?"

Miley's eyes sparkled. She put her finger to her chin as if thinking hard. "Maybe." She said excitedly with a smile.

Jake went and got the delicate dessert and another bottle of wine. "Alright. Wanna relax and watch a movie?"

Miley was already making herself right at home flipping on Jake's tv. "Any preferences?" she asked.

"Something funny."

They ended up just flipping through channels trying to make sense out of the French tv, eating the chocolate mousse and polishing off the bottle of wine. By the time they had finished the bottle they were both fairly tipsy. Luckily for both of their sakes Miley put on an old romantic movie and was soon falling asleep on Jake's shoulder. As Jake watched the film and listened to the gentle music he couldn't help but feel better than he had in a long time holding Miley next to him.

After the movie finished Jake went to pick up the sleeping girl next to him to carry her to his bedroom where he would let her sleep the rest of the night. As he got his arm underneath her legs she began to stir.

"No Jake." She said still half asleep wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don't want to go back to Mark yet." She softly pleaded continuing to sleep in his arms.

Jake laughed and in his softest voice spoke to her. "It's ok Miley. I'm just putting you to bed."

Miley just held onto him tighter and let out a contented sigh.

He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and placed her on the large down comforter. The motion must have stirred her slightly but not enough to wake her completely.

"Jake?" She mumbled still sleeping.

"Yeah Miles?" Jake said softly placing the comforter on top of her tiny form.

"I wish…I wish he was you." She said turning over softly still breathing deeply never waking from her sleep.

Jake couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart from all the nights he had stayed up thinking about Miley and wishing the exact same thing. "Me too," he whispered looking at the beautiful woman that he loved sleeping peacefully. "Me too." He said again shaking his head closing the door silently behind him.

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