Author's Note: Ok. Thanx 4 all of ur reviews!!!! I feel so luved by u ppl. Ok this chapter is going to be sooo short. Like literally, 3 sentences. So, the next chapter after is going to be much longer than all of my previous chapters. I promise!!! Wait! I just changed my mind! This is going 2 b looooong ok??? Sry it's taken so long 4 me 2 update! Hectic life, get used 2 it!

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Moi (that means I'm 2 lazy 2 actually write my name!)

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Miley's POV

Two weeks passed quickly by, and before I knew it, it was time for Jake to come home. I was so happy. Last night was our 2-month anniversary, and I curled up into bed crying my heart out, finishing the rest of my tears.

The next morning I jumped out of bed, and spent nearly an hour getting ready. After looking at all of my clothes I finally decided on a figure-hugging, black, spaghetti-strap dress shirt over dark skinny jeans, and black strappy heels. I then curled the ends of my hair, put on some eyeliner, mascara, and light blue eye shadow, and then some light, sparkly, pink lip gloss. For a finishing touch, I put on the 24-carat gold heart necklace that Jake gave me. Engraved on the top was Jake loves Miley in beautiful cursive. It was still only five-thirty in the morning. I ran downstairs and ate Dad's famous buttermilk pancakes with a thermos of cold chocolate, (A/N weird huh? Well I like it that way:P !)

Jake's flight came in at six and I knew he wasn't expecting me to be there. We got at the airport at about 5:45 and I picked up a magazine while I was waiting. It featured Jake Ryan. Just as I flipped to the page, flight number 370 landed. I jumped up and down with excitement. That was Jake's flight!!!! I dropped the magazine and ran to the terminal (A/N is that correct????). I was ten feet away when Jake came into view. I ran full speed and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him over, laughing joyfully.

"Miley! I've missed you so much!" Jake said excitedly.

"Me too." And my voice cracked as I was cruelly reminded of my unhappiness the last few weeks. Jake seemed to sense my sadness because he tightened his grip around me protectively.

"Miley…Miley I'm so sorry that I left you. I…" Jake had nothing to say. He just buried his face in my hair and I breathed in his scent. I let one tear out, followed by another, and then another, and so forth. Jake wiped all of my tears away. By just doing that he told me he loved me in a thousand different ways. We went outside and drove back to Malibu in his limo. When we neared my house Jake spoke up. "Excuse me, could we actually just go to the beach please?" Jake asked the driver. It was the first time he had spoken the entire drive back. The driver turned the car around and started the drive to the beach. When we got there we were the only people at the beach. Suddenly rain started to pour. It soaked my clothes and left makeup running down my face. Jake stood still and I stood still, and for a moment the world stopped. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter of rain as it came down upon my head. I fell back onto the sand, stunned. I looked up and saw a gray sky. Lightening flashed and the heavens were crying. I started to dance. I didn't care if I danced alone, I felt such an overwhelming sense of euphoria, and adrenaline fell from the sky. My mom and I used to dance in the rain when I was little and she said that whenever there was rain, as a little girl, she would dance, and she told me that I would dance too, even if I danced alone. I ran down to the water and dove in, the water swallowing my body and my heart. When I surfaced I saw Jake standing alone. I grabbed him and danced with him. I sat down finally so happy and yet so calm. That was what I did with my mom, and I knew, that somewhere up in the sky, she was dancing with me, even if we were dancing alone. I walked over to Jake and sat down next to him, my head leaning against his chest.

"Jake, tonight's your premiere, isn't it?" I asked him casually

"Yeah, sure, of course." ('Member from Achy Jakey Heart???)

"Jake, we are going together…right?"

"Miley, well, it's just that, I'm kind of going with my co-star, Alison (4 u, my dear!).

"What? Jake you idiot! How could you do this to me? I waited for you! I waited for you, Jake! I let you miss our two-month anniversary to go be crappy in New York, and you said…ugh, I waited for you!" a strangled cry came out of my mouth, I pushed Jake away from me and ran. Away from Jake, the heavens, I ran from everything. I heard footsteps behind me and I silently prayed to my mom and I told her that I had to let go, to let go of everything I knew, because I just couldn't hold on.

JAKE'S POV:

I watched Miley run away, sobbing. Shit, how could I have done that to her? I started running after her, calling her name as we ran along the shoreline stumbling in the rain.

I personally didn't understand why she was so upset, then again I had told her that I would go with her and, well, I don't know, it was somewhat…mean. I kept on running, hours passed, or maybe I was just losing track of time. Miley never seemed to tire, then again, she had like a 20 minute head start, I could barely see her, but I slowly got closer as she began to tire. Finally, she collapsed on the ground. Breathing heavily, her body still shaking with emotion and wracked with sobs. I touched her on the shoulder as she stood up, and she turned. Rage burned in her face, but I knew her better, I saw that sadness and despair reflected in her eyes. I moved towards her and she lashed out. I felt a force hit my stomach and I doubled up in pain, Miley's fist had connected with me, and it did not feel so good. I saw regret and guilt flash in her eyes but the consuming sadness and anger returned.

"Miley, I'm so sorry." I whispered sorrowfully.

"You're sorry? I just…" Miley started tearfully, "I just wish you knew, Jake. Sorry isn't the half of it. You don't know what sorry means to me anymore, Jake. It means I love you, and we both know that can't be true. I'm sorry, and this time it means I can't understand, but I have to accept it, and that is something I will fight every inch of the way. So listen, I'm sorry." Miley's voice had no love in it, just coldness and harshness. She turned and walked back up leaving me devastated. Halfway up the mound of sand she turned and walked back to me, something in her hand. Wordlessly she curled my fingers around it, letting a droplet of wetness—her tears fall onto my hand. She walked away, and I knew it was the last time I would see her. I unfurled my left hand and picked up the treasure she had returned to me. In my palm lay a small 24-carat gold necklace, and on it were the words: Jake loves Miley. I sighed, if only something this beautiful could remain this meaningless, but if only will never compare to I'm sorry, and that's all I wanted to say to Miley, but I couldn't, and the locket made sure of it.

A/N: So, do you like it??? I personally think it's awesome, but then again it is my story so…obviously!

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moi

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