Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I am really sorry that it took so long to update, I got lazy and then laziness turned into writer's block, then I got busy and I am sorry, I gotta start updating more, I'm gonna try I promise :D

My chest felt like it was going to impload. It got tighter and tighter, my heart sped up and I put my hand over it, breathing heavily. "Oh my god.. I can't believe I told you... I - I gotta..." I started and didn't even finish my sentance, I ran into the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I felt soo weak, and fell to my knees feeling dizzy and sick, and miserable. I wondered what Mikayla was thinking and wondered if she hated me. I soon heard really fast clicking and Mikayla ran through the entrance of the room, her high heels on, and held my hair, and rubbed my back.

I started crying as I sat on the cold bathroom floor, and she knelt down and rested her forehead against my back. She kissed my shoulder and I started crying harder as my whole body shook. She grabbed a towel and wet it quickly before wiping my face all over, cleaning me up. She stopped and wet it one more time, holding it on just my forehead and looking into my eyes with worry. Mikayla stroked my hair and kissed my temple before throwing the towel and hugging me and saying, "Shhhh." as she held me and I cried into her neck.

I felt so weak I could barely move. She noticed, or guessed and picked me up, and carried me to the bed. Carefull not to drop me, she pulled the covers back and put me in it. I held onto a handful of her shirt and she tried to get me to let go, since my eyes were closed she must have thought I was asleep. I slowly opened my eyes and she looked at me questioningly. "Don't leave." I whispered and she just simply kissed my lips and shook her head. I rolled over and instantly fell asleep after she climbed in and kissed my forehead, telling me she wouldn't dream of it.

I woke up, my head pounding, and my throat aching. I sat up and everything was blurry because I got up too fast. I put my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened them allowing things to focus better. I eyed a glass of water on the nightstand next to me and sipped it slowly. I put my hand down and noticed the space next to me was empty. My first thought was Mikayla left... but then my eyes found the digital clock and it read ten- thirty, meaning she was on set.

I layed back down, then rolled on my side and looked at her empty pillow, wondering if this was my last chance to wake up next to her... and if I blew it. I slowly scooted over and burried my nose into her pillow, soaking in her scent of rasberrie shampoo. I gripped the pillow with my hands and started to cry softly. I layed there a few minutes before pulling myself together, and getting up, making the bed and getting dressed.

I packed my suitcase when I was finished brushing my teeth and my hair, as well as doing my makeup. I sat on the end of the bed, holding my phone, wondering if I should really do this or not. I can't wait for her to come back in order to decide, I can't look into her her eyes and say goodbye I just love her too much, and she knows how to make me stay... That would make a good song... I thought to myself and got a piece of paper out of the nightstand and wrote her a note. Then called my dad and told him to I wanted to come home, he said he'd call the airport and I grabbed my suitcase and put on my jacket, leaving the note on her pillow and closed the door, making sure that I left my key on the desk next to the tv for her and the note on her pillow.

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Regular Pov

Mikayla opened the door to the room, holding a small box in her hand and a dozen roses, expecting to apologize to her one and only, yet found the room empty. She set the roses and the box on the desk and picked up the room key and stared at it as if it would answer all of her questions. She set it back down and walked over to the bed, seeing the note. She reached out with shaky hands and began to read it, scared of what it would say.

Mikayla,

I'm sorry, I can't stay here with you. It hurts to much, I need to go back home and relax. It's too much stress for me, knowing that we have to hide, I'm an honest person and I can't do that to the people I know. I can't go on lieing to Jake, and to my daddy and all of my friends. When I get home I'm coming out whether you're holding my hand or not. I'm sorry, I love you Mikayla and I wish you loved me just as much, but you can't so this is goodbye.

Love, Miley

The heartbroken brunette wiped a tear away from her cheek with her thumb and sat on the edge of the bed, re-reading the note over and over, thinking that the words would change and Miley would appear in the doorway and kiss away her sadness... but it didn't happen. The sun shined through the window and made the paper slightly see-through and she noticed letters on the back of it and flipped it over, reading it with curiousity.

Its six A.M. and I'm wide awake
Cause I can't stop thinking
About the stuff you were saying to
Me and I, I can't let it slide
The paper's not here yet, the sun's not up
But I'm not afraid to tell you what I feel inside
I had one of those dreams that makes it all so

Clear to me now
I got a whole new perspective
It's so Clear to me now
You can't treat me that way
It appears to me
How long you tried to make me think it was me
Who was being the fake
So Clear

Why did I smile when I hurt inside
Said I was okay when I knew it's a lie
I wanted to believe in you
You took your chances and one was me
So I'll just forgive you and set you free
I'm on my way
Yeah I'm stepping out of the haze and its so

I got a whole new perspective
It's so Clear to me now
You can't treat me that way
It appears to me
How long you tried to make me think it was me
Who was being the fake
So Clear
I wanna put the past behind
Try and maybe I can find better days


P.S. Hannah's new song... Was written on the bottom corner of the page .

Mikayla folded the paper, put it safely in her pocket and grabbed the flowers and box, along with her cell phone, and called a cab. She had him stop outside the airport and she ran as fast as she could to the counter to ask when the next plane to malibu was leaving. With her luck she found that it was leaving in ten minutes. She silently prayed to that she found it in time. She ran as fast as she could, almost knocked a few people over in the process. She reached the gate and ran onto the plane, searching every seat but not finding the beautiful brunette that she was looking for.

She turned around to leave but the flight attendant blocked her from doing so. "Please, ma'am, take a seat the plane is about to take off soon." She said in an over happy tone. "I really need to get off, I'm sorry I just-" Mikayla started but was interrupted. "I'm sorry as well, the doors are closed and you are on you way to malibu, please... take a seat and we'll be there soon enough." The lady insisted and Mikayla knew she wouldn't win. She sat down in the nearest seat and set the flowers in her lap, and rubbed her temples frusterated.

She sighed loudly, as the plane took off. A half an hour into the flight she took out the paper and read it once again. She sniffled and got up to go to the bathroom, taking the roses with her to throw them away since they would die before they ever got to Miley, if they ever did that is. She slowly walked down the isle and reached the door, but it was occupied. She waited outside and tapped her foot impatiently, then got fed up and knocked on the door. She heard a sniffle and a small voice call, "Just a minute." a few seconds later the door opened and Mikaylas jaw almost hit the floor. "Miley..."

Author's note: sorry for the cliff, maybe I'll have the next finished by tonight hopefully.