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"Although the loss of a loved one causes tears, those left behind must remember that there loved one is in a better place..."

It reminded her of her mother's funeral. This whole thing, she could hear some of the same phrases, the same prayers. It wasn't personal, not enough. How could this ever tell everyone how amazing her dad had been?

They hadn't been expecting it, but towards the end of the service, the Priest turned to Miley and Jackson, who sat together in the front row with Ruthie. "Miley, Jackson, would either of you like to say anything?"

Jackson, eyes full of tears, silently shook his head. He couldn't go up there like this, and he wouldn't know what to say. He wasn't good with words like his dad had been, like Miley was.

Miley was about to say no, but then she nodded, and stood. She looked down at Jackson, holding her hand out, and after a moment he took it, and together they walked up there. Although it probably wasn't what the Priest, Father Michael, had intended, Miley and Jackson went right over to the casket. Surrounded by all the flowers, and with a large photograph of him and their mother on a stand next to it, they let their hands rest on it, looking down at it.

"A lot of you knew our dad." Miley finally said. "Friends, family, coworkers, whatever. A lot of you knew how amazing he was, but so many of you didn't. And none of you could know like we did." She said, turning to look at the full church. "Our whole lives, he's been nothing but the best father he could be. He gave us unconditional love no matter how many stupid things we did, how many mistakes we made. He always supported us as much as he could, and he let us make our own mistakes and learn from them. He always encouraged us to reach for any dream we had, and he'd help us in any way he could. Then, six years ago, when we lost our mother, when everyone would of understood if he shut down, he did the exact opposite. He was just stronger from that. I was the one out of all of us that couldn't handle it. I was the one who shut down, and it was him and my...and my best friend Alison that pulled me back. After our mom died, we were all at a loss for a while, about how to go on, but eventually we figured it out. He tried his best to be both parents for us." She said, tears softly flowing down her cheeks. "My daddy was the most loving, caring, encouraging, and just all around best dad that we ever could have asked for. Loosing him, especially so soon after loosing our mother is so hard...I think both of us are questioning how we'll be able to do this. And the more I ask myself that, the more I hear him, saying what he used to say after mom died. That it will be full of a bunch of difficult firsts. The first days, weeks, months without him. The first birthday and Christmas. All those times that we'll think 'I have to tell dad!' only to realize that we can't. But We just have to take it day by day, and figure out how to move on. And I know my daddy isn't really gone," Miley said.

She wasn't sure where she was going, really, and she knew she was taking longer than intended. "I know he's somewhere out there with my momma again. So I know it's going to be hard, because the world lost an amazing man. My father was an amazing man, and he died too early, and there will be days that I can't handle it, and days where I want to give up, but I know that they're both out there, and they'll take care of us just like they always did, doing the best they can. I want to thank all of you for coming, and for your condolences and support. They mean a lot to us. And daddy...I love you, so much. There will never be a day that I don't think about you and momma. You gave me everything, and I will try my hardest to make you proud. Thank you." Miley said, her words becoming unclear as she was crying hard now.

Jackson helped her back to their grandma, and then together, they waited for the people from the funeral home to bring the casket back down the aisle, before Jackson and Ruthie on either side of Miley, they walked after it, to the waiting limo to go to the cemetery.

At the cemetery, they stood as the casket was lowered into the ground right beside their mother, and her and Jackson each threw a tulip, their mother's favorite flower, down on top of it, their final goodbye.

Slowly, everyone that had shown up to the cemetery dispersed, besides their family, Lily, Oliver, and Jake. Everyone else talking softly amongst each other near all the cars about fifteen feet away, Miley approached her mother's grave. She slowly knelt down to the soft grass, facing the stone. The hole that her father's casket had just been lowered into was still uncovered beside her, and when she spoke, she spoke to both of them.

"I miss you. Both of you." She said softly. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." She whimpered, "I don't know what's going to happen now. But I love you both. Always stay close." She stayed there a minute, before pressing a kiss to her hand, and gently touching her hand to her mother's head stone, and then blowing a kiss down towards her father, and then standing up. Jake was waiting for her, and when she got to him, he wrapped his arms around her. She let herself lean into him, holding him tightly, as he was some form of stability.

"Come on, sweetie," Ruthie said gently to Miley after a few minutes, "We're gunna head back to the house."

A little less than an hour later, Miley sat alone on her balcony, looking out at the ocean. Her family and friends were downstairs, and she'd slipped away, needing quiet. Footsteps five minutes after she'd gotten out there alerted her to the fact that she was lo longer alone, and she turned, only to see Ella standing at the doorway, hesitant.

"Hi." Miley said, the anger in her voice from the previous night gone, replaced with a somewhat friendly tone, which was the cause for Ella's relieved look.

"Hi," She said back softly. "I saw you come up here a while ago, and I thought I'd make sure you were ok."

Looking out at the ocean again, she shrugged. "As ok as can be expected, I guess. I mean I just got back from my father's funeral, and just last night I found out I was adopted and had a twin sister I never knew about, and that my best friend was dead." She said pointedly, looking back at her.

Ella grimaced, "Right." She said. "Could I...sit with you?" She asked, hesitantly.

Miley shrugged. "If you want."

They sat in silence for a period of time, before Miley spoke, asking the one thing she'd wondered since yesterday. "How could you just watch them take me away if I was your child?"

"I still don't know." Ella said softly. "I know what that must make you think, Miley, but please believe me when I say that...it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. When I aw how much my sister was hurting, how much she wanted what I was having two of, I just wanted to help her. I guess that I thought it would be easy, we all did, because we were so close. But it was just harder with each passing day...for me, seeing you call Susie mommy, for Byron, seeing you call Robby Ray dada. And then after your mother and father took you and left, knowing that you may never know us, that you and Aria wouldn't grow up together...we hated ourselves. But I never blamed her, Miley, because I knew I probably would have done the same thing. I just couldn't stand to admit that to her."

"I always wondered what it would be like, to have a twin sister." Miley said. "I mean, I guess I almost did. Ali and I were joined at the hip, and sometimes it was like we shared a brain. We'd pretend we were twins, when we were out with one of our parents or something, and people would believe us." Miley said, tears in her eyes. "I've had a good life, you know." She said, looking up at Ella. "A really good life."

"I know." Ella said, smiling softly. "I knew they'd be good parents. I knew that my sister was the only person I could trust to mother my child."

"When you were my age, would you have been ok with being uprooted from your life and moved across the country with people you don't know?" Miley asked next.

"No." Ella said easily. "But the point is so you can get to know us, Miley."

"My life is here. My brother, my friends, my boyfriend who is the father of the child I'm currently pregnant with."

"You aren't going to be entirely cut off from them, Miley. you can visit them on school breaks, they're always welcome to visit you. We don't care that you're pregnant, we can help you. And maybe being around Aria and her friends would do you good...remember, Jessica DiLaurentis said that Alison was friends with them. They were very close, they lost her too."

"Miley?" They heard Jackson calling.

"I'll be right there!" Miley called back, before turning to Ella. "No matter what I say, it won't change anything. I know that." Miley said softly. "You're my guardians. I have to go. So I guess we'll see what happens." She said, before getting up and heading downstairs.

xXxXx

That night, when Miley couldn't sleep, she slid from her bed, and padded into the Hannah closet. She pulled out a box of photo albums, and sat on one of the chairs, pulling one onto her lap.

She was only a couple of pages into it, when she heard someone knocking, and she looked up to see Aria there, standing at the door, looking around in awe. "Hi," Miley said.

"Hey," Aria said, "Sorry to bother you...I was up to use the bathroom and I noticed your light on and I thought I'd...I thought maybe we could talk."

"Come in," Miley shrugged, looking back down at the photo album as Aria sat beside her. This album was full of pictures from when she was ten, and the current page held a photo of Miley as Hannah, the night of her first concert. Grinning, elated and proud of herself, Miley, in the blonde wig, had her arms wrapped around a ten year old Ali, who's arms were in turn wrapped around her.

"You guys really were close, huh?" Aria said, looking down at it.

Miley nodded. "Our moms met in a mommy and me class when we were two, and they clicked. Ali and I grew up together and were...inseparable. We did everything together. We were over each other's houses so much it's like we lived there, we called each other's parents mom and dad, I called Jason my brother, she called Jackson hers. When I 9, I decided I wanted to be a pop star, but that I still wanted to go to school and be normal with her, and we built this idea in our heads of me wearing a wig to be my alter ego the pop singer. We spent hours sketching out what she would look like, and thinking of a name before bringing the idea to my parents. She helped me make Hannah." Miley said softly.

"When we moved here, we tried everything to get her parents to move out too, but Ali's dad had just got offered a job in Rosewood. A few months after we moved, my mom died. The whole family came out for the funeral, but Ali and Jess stayed for that whole summer, since she died in May. We were ten. I remember in the days after it happened, when they thought we were asleep but I was barley succeeding at keeping it together, Ali would hold me while I cried for hours. Every night, she just sat there, holding me while I sobbed, telling me she loved me and it'd be ok. That whole summer, she and Jess stayed. Jess, because she insisted she had to help us get back on our feet, and Ali refused to leave me, she said I needed her and I was more important than going anywhere. That fall, when she had to leave, it was so hard. We talked on the phone for hours every night, she came out to visit winter and spring breaks for two years. Then, when we were twelve, Hannah Montana finally happened. My first album launched in the fall, and the following summer was my first tour. This was the first show, in New York City. She toured with me that whole summer, Ali did. It was surreal, our little created was actually happening. She was with me every step of the way." She smiled, turning the pages of the book, which had more photos of that summer tour. The summer before I turned fifteen was the last summer I saw her." She said softly, shutting the album. "She came out for two weeks in August, and left to go back home the day or two before she had to start school." Miley said. "She called to tell me she got home ok, said she had some sleepover to go to, said she loved me and missed me already, and we hung up...and that's the last time I heard from her."

"She went missing that night." Aria said quietly. "At our end of summer sleepover."

Miley nodded, looking up at the wall, where a photo of her as Hannah, with Ali, was framed. "I called and texted a lot at first. Asking what I did, if she was ok, why wouldn't she talk to me. I was miserable...I thought my best friend hated me. Eventually I gave up, knowing she'd come around. And now...this." Miley said. "I can't believe she's gone."

"No one can." Aria said softly.

"What happened to her?" Miley asked.

"Someone murdered her." Aria said softly. "They still don't know who."

"Well they're gunna find out." Miley said, promising Alison, wherever she was, that she'd make them solve this. "I will get on their asses so hard that they'll figure it out just to get rid of me." She said.

"Does that mean you're coming to Rosewood?" Aria asked.

Miley shrugged. "I guess. I mean, it's not like I really have a choice."

"I was so mad at my parents when they told me about you, right before we left to come here. I was so mad that they'd hid this from me, and...that they'd let you go, when you and I were supposed to grow up together."

"It' hard enough finding out you were adopted," Miley said, "Never mind that I had a twin sister I never knew about."

"Well, we'll be able to get to know each other...right?" Aria asked apprehensively.

Miley looked over at her. This was her sister, and not just her sister, her twin sister. They'd been together since before they were born, or they were supposed to have been together at least. In another life, Aria would have been her Ali. Slowly, she nodded. "Yea. Of course."

Later on, when Aria was gone, and Miley was in her bed, she turned over to look at her night stand, where a picture of her and Ali stood in a frame, a picture from that summer, the last one Miley know knew her to be alive. Sporting bikinis and matching Gucci sunglasses, they were side by side in chaise lounged on the beach, bodies leaning towards each other, heads close together as they smiled for the camera.

If she had to move to Rosewood, then she would make it worth while. She'd get to know the sister she never knew she had, and try to solve the murder of the one that had been standing in for years.

"I'm gunna find out what happened to you, Ali." She whispered softly, "I won't let them get away with it."