A/N: Okay, this is pathetic. I hated this ending, but now I really don't enjoy writing Jake and Miley paired together…like, at all. This has a sex scene, hence the rating "M". So this is basically 5 years from now… or when "His Best Girlfriend" takes place. And if you read this and go back to chapter 4 and read the ending and you think that you could write the rest of the story much better than I could (because I think we all now know that I can't), then review and DON'T give me the chapter, just tell me you want to. I'll look at your guys' writing and choose one. You can PM me the chapters and I'll post them and I won't take any credit for the writing, I promise. And for those of you lovely readers of my friend Sarah's story "Medicine: The Kind That's Hard To Swallow", please know she has just finished it and she called me, practically in tears about how she was letting you all down and… well to sum it up she's a pathetic piece of emotional distress. Psst, don't tell her I said that… lol. And last chapter I said my name was Leslie; it's not. My name is actually Emily. I swear! So love ya'! And yes I could have written this chapter longer, but I tend to get extremely impatient. So again, please help me out with this failure of a story! But I do like this last chapter, so please just write between and don't make a last chapter, if you peoples out there wouldn't mind! I'll actually stop my message now! I promise… shutting up.

Xx,

Emily

NO POV:

A big house stood on the corner of intersecting streets, right in front of the beach. (A/N: that was kind of a twisted rhyme and I didn't mean for it to happen and I also didn't like it at all. Yuck!) It was brightly lit and if one were to look inside they'd see a bunch of people sitting at a big table in a dining room and chatting merrily. At the head of the table was a blond-haired man with kind blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw. On his left was a petite, young woman with equally fierce blue eyes, long curly chocolate hair, and a smile playing on her soft pink lips. Her face was very animated as she spoke to a blonde sitting across from her, and a man with dark brown hair who was obviously the blonde's husband. Moving her left hand rapidly there was a glint of a diamond wedding ring, resting on her fourth finger. She paused and faltered as the man sitting next to her placed a hand on hers. He rubbed it softly and kissed her on the mouth. After a few minutes they pulled away, blushing at the looks of amusement on their friends' faces and the warm, but slightly disgusted looks on the woman's father's and brother's faces. The young woman absentmindedly reached up and fingered a small gold locket that lay on her chest. Even a fool could tell that the two couples at the table were very much in love. As the blonde stood up, it became visible that she had a very large stomach and was clearly expecting a child to "pop" out of her soon. The father and brother excused themselves and, the brother gagging, they left the room. The two couples sat, arm in arm as a silence set over the room. There was a look in their eyes. It was a passion that seemed everlasting. The fair-haired man tenderly brushed his wife's cheek and her eyes were glistening with tears as he told her he loved her. They spilled over and, her face red she made to wipe them away, but her spouse reached out and gathered her in his arms.

The blonde laughed gaily as her husband scooped her up and carried her down to the guestroom, kissing her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. Trying to be discreet the couple had decided to leave the brunette and her husband in the other room. The brown-haired man lay on the bed and his love placed her head on his chest as they leaned in and their lips met.

Back in the dining room the woman began to cry. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed as her mind was filled with poignant memories of how much she wished that her mother would be there. She, too, was carried down into the master bedroom. Her tears had dried and she whispered incoherently into her husband's ear. He nodded and began to kiss her neck. She moaned, not too loudly, for the couple down the hall was fast asleep. She ran her fingers through his hair as he gently pulled her shirt over her body, exposing a light purple bra. She seductively unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground as she ran her fingers lightly up and down his torso. He unclipped her bra, revealing her beautiful mounds and her dark nipples. He gathered the left one in his mouth and sucked on it until he felt it harden. He placed his hand on it and moved over to the next one, caressing it as well. The brunette shivered and unzipped her husband's black pants. The man moved down and pulled her skirt off. She lay on the bed breathing heavily. She grabbed the back of his head and they kissed with a lust. Finally, the man ripped off the woman's final undergarment, revealing a dark patch of curls. The woman copied him and his member rubbed up and down her vagina. She bit her lip until it bled as she was teased. Bearing the torture no longer, she almost cried as she begged him to enter her. He obliged and thrust his penis in and out of her. She felt herself climaxing as he thrust one last time into her. She collapsed, shaking on the bed. Five minutes later the man lowered his head and gave her core a long, slow, lick. She shuddered as his right hand kneaded her breast. She grunted as he bit her clitoris and shoved his tongue in, feeling her walls, being inside of her. She felt herself coming and exploded. She let out a scream, hollow and passionate. Her white, sweet, nectar soaked the bed. Never leaving his post, the man kept licking and sucking until it was all gone. The woman lay on the bed, panting as the man gathered her in his arms.

"Jake?" she spoke his name and she involuntarily smiled as she remembered their sexual intercourse.

"Yes, Miley?" he whispered.

"We're a family now. One big happy family." She responded happily. And that statement couldn't be truer. They had fallen in love and had become nothing less than a family. A family that would love and hope until there was nothing left to love.

Jake and Miley Ryan, Miley decided she preferred her name that way.