Hey all. All right. This is my first Hannah Montana fanfiction. This is my first attempt at one so we'll see how it goes. My teenage cousin (I'm 23) only recently introduced me to the show and it has become my guilty pleasure. While watching "The End of Jake, as we Know It" it made me, well, I was disappointed. Jake is a real sweetheart and he didn't deserve the send off he got. So, I got inspired to write. This is loosely based on a personal experience.

This obviously takes place after the season 4 episode "End of Jake as We Know It" Miley and Jake are devastated over the break up. Jake feels as if he's made the biggest mistake in his life and Miley feels like a fool. It's a tale of breaking up and learning how to trust again.

Please let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue it.

It's Not Over

Jake's POV.

Before you go, tell me this: Was it worth it? Was she worth this?

"No." I mumbled to myself as I turned off the radio station as I drove through the streets of Toronto, Ontario. "Taylor, why do you let me down?"

I laughed to myself as I shook my head. I was a wreck and officially losing my mind. It had been a year since I made the horrid decision to act like a careless frat boy and lost the greatest thing to have happen to me. That entire time I was gone I was horrible to Miley. I barely called, never responded to my e-mails... Nothing. I acted how I wanted, did my own thing and never stopped twice to think about how she felt. After all, I'm Jake Ryan. Everyone knows the world revolves around Jake Ryan.

That was the problem. I loved Miley with every fiber of my being; however, I loved Jake Ryan more than her. My ego destroyed that aspect of my life.

I pulled into the set along Harborfront where I was set to star in my latest project, a music video. Some pop star was shooting their video for a song called "I'll Always Remember You". I originally wanted to decline it but my persistent agent left me with no choice. It was either this or a cat food commercial. Yeah, depression sometimes causes the downfall of even the most popular actors.

That was my wake up call. I had been on set for the motion picture version of the Twilight Saga's New Moon (I was supposed to play vampire Alec of the Volturi) and I had a nervous breakdown on set. Hollywood and my so-called fans turned on me. I was the latest "hot mess" and was promptly fired from the film. My career was just about over. My agent swore this music video would revitalize my career. To be honest though, I didn't really care. What good was a successful career if you had no one special to share your success with?

I pulled my Porsche into a parking spot and slowly opened the door. A swarm of paparazzi swiftly met me. My once squeaky-clean image was tarnished by tabloid stories of desperation, drugs, strippers and an addiction to painkillers. My life appeared to mirror Lindsay Lohan - yet not a word of it was true.

I was just empty.

I ignored the paparazzi the best I could as I slowly made my way towards my trailer. The bodyguards surrounding the set were able to free me from the vampiric "photographers", something I was thankful for. In the distance, I heard the director yell ACTION. A beautiful melody filled the air as a smile crept across my face. It reminded me of all the times Miley would play guitar as she spilt her heart out into her lyrics.

I always knew this day would come... We'd be standing one by one with our future in our hands…So many dreams, so many plans

I came to a sudden halt as my heart stopped. I knew that angelic voice anywhere - Miley.

I spun around towards the music and sure enough, sitting on the pier overlooking the lake was Hannah Montana. I watched as she lip-synched so elegantly - she was feeling every word like it was the last thing to escape from those beautiful lips. The world around me faded…

Destiny had brought me here.