Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hannah Montana. Please don't sue me.

Regular POV:

"Hey Miles," Lilly greeted to me. She fumbled with her locker combo, concentrating on the numbers. Miley had the locker next to her, and she was absentmindedly shuffling the contents of her locker around.

"Hey…" Miley turned to see who was talking,"Lilly." She dug through her locker, moving some more books around. Lilly noticed how Miley was looking around, as if she was a new student at the school. She looked faraway, but not daydreaming…more of a longing sort of feeling was stuck in her at the moment; Lilly could tell, being her best friend.

"Hey…Miley? What happened? Are you all right?" Lilly asked in concern, forgetting about her impossible locker.

"Oh, me? Yeah, yeah. Just…" Miley looked down at her shoes.

"What? You can tell me," Lilly assured.

Miley's POV:

I nervously looked away. I didn't want to tell. And besides, it was I feeling I could hardly explain to myself. It felt as if I were Hannah at the moment with all of my fans staring at me in awe, myself being the direct spotlight. All of my fans always looked like zombies. And speaking of zombies…Jake. Gosh, I missed him. He was so gorgeous. I missed his cute smile, and his charm. I felt so special when he would look at me and suddenly start to glow like a lightening bug was trapped inside him, trying to get out. Life had drained its color, and everything seemed dull. Sigh…

Regular POV:

But Miley was off the hook, as Oliver came trotting over.

"Hey! Locker Man, can you open mine please?" Lilly begged hopefully.

"Course. Lucky for you I'm here right now," Oliver commented, doing his special thing. He swung open the locker door proudly.

"There you go, my lady."

"Wait. What do you mean 'Lucky for you I'm here now' mean?" Miley asked, not even really that curious. She leaned in anyway.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Oliver asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"No!" Lilly and Miley said in unison.

"Oh…"Oliver said, shrugging.

"So? What?!" asked Lilly impatiently.

"Let's just say that Miley's "boyfriend" is back. I was talking to him on the way here. We had so much to catch up on—" But Miley was skidding down the hall already.

Miley POV:

Oh Lord, I cannot believe that Jake Ryan is back. I didn't even hear the rest of what Oliver was saying—I sprinted down the hall. I suddenly felt awake, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on me. I was so excited to see him! My mind was racing.

Jake's POV:

I needed to see Miley. God I missed her. She was so beautiful, so funny, so smart, so sweet. I needed her. Those four months felt like four years. Four very long years.

Whoa! I turned around after the sound of someone falling, and then a crack. It was Miley! What had I done?!

Miley's POV:

What did I just do? I tripped over Jake and made a fool out of myself, that's what I had done. I hadn't been watching where I was going. Everyone was staring. I looked at him, and tried to smile, but I found myself sort of crying. I was supposed to be happy. Jake was back! My boyfriend was back, if you call him one. He was back. Then I realized my leg was bleeding. The skin had tore open, and blood was gushing from it. It felt like someone had taken a knife and cut off my leg from the knee down.

"Ugh…" I moaned.

Jake's POV:

I felt so bad. Miley's leg was bleeding like crazy. Red was oozing down her legs like streams. She was sitting on a pool of her own blood. I knelt down.

"Miley, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I looked at her face, which was stained with tears, yet still beautiful. She just cried.

"I-I…"Miley moaned. I saw everyone staring, actually forming a circle, and watching. I followed Miley's disturbed gaze at the other students.

"Um, can you please leave us alone?" I said to everyone. They walked away, and looked over their shoulders a couple of times before resigning.

Then out of nowhere it seemed, the bell pierced through the hall.

"I need to get you to the nurse," I said hurriedly. I got ready. How else was I supposed to transport her?

"Hmmm—Uh, Jake—"Miley said uncomfortably supporting her body by putting her hands behind her. I looked into her deep blue eyes. She avoided my eye contact.

"What, Miley?" I said, ready to scoop her up.

"Don't." She said, looking down. I looked up at her.

"Miley, I need to get you help. I want you to be safe."

"No, I mean…"she said with difficulty, pain coming to her face. She looked down again, and spoke to the floor, "Don't…pick me up." I understood, and looked at her. She picked up her head, and this time looked straight at my eyes. I instantly got lost in them.

"Miley, I didn't trip you on purpose just so I could pick you up. But I care about you and that is why you have to trust me," I said.

The corner of Miley's mouth seemed to curve into a shy smile, "Only this once, Jake Ryan." I smiled back at her. She didn't smile back; she was too overwhelmed by the pain. I extra-carefully put my arms under her and lifted Miley slowly—she was very light, like I'd expected. She looked again into my eyes, but they didn't smile. They were worried eyes. Sad eyes. I looked away, and she did too. Her curtain of beautiful brown hair fell, hiding her face.

"Miley, are you okay? How's your leg?" I asked, concentrating on my grip. Miley just groaned instead of answering.

I opened the door to the nurse's, and I set her down cautiously on the first bed I saw.

"Ouch…" I heard Miley say to herself. Then she started silently crying. For real. Those other tears she had cried before seemed fake to me now. These tears were sorrowful, and self-pitying. I felt really bad for her right there. I mean, I caused her this screaming pain. She tripped over me. I tripped her. I stood there frozen, and it finally came in to my head to get the nurse.

"Uh, Miss…Nurse? Miley got hurt. Her leg is bleeding really badly." A small-structured nurse came in from another room apparently, wearing a squeaky-clean white outfit that looked like it had never been worn. She looked about thirty, and she had dark black hair reaching her shoulders. She took one look at Miley, and gasped. Miley turned to look at her, and then me. Her dark face said You were watching me cry? God this is embarrassing. She tried to stop crying, but a few tears slipped out, and slid down her smooth cheeks.

Miley's POV:

God this was embarrassing. I just tripped over Jake Ryan, then he has to carry me to the nurse, and now he was watching me cry. I hadn't known that he was still there. For all I knew, I would have immediately assumed that he had gone to first period class, but I was surprised when I turned around to see him. He cared about me. He really did after all. The nurse looked like she was going to faint when she saw me.

"Oh, goodness, child. What has happened?" It was awkward. My head swiveled around, and I stared at Jake. He seemed shaky, but managed, "I wasn't looking, uh, a-and I stood in her way. Um, I tripped her," he explained poorly. He didn't look regretful, "And so I—when I saw that she was really hurt—"

"—he brought me here, knowing exactly what to do. If Jake hadn't brought me here, I would have probably been even more hurt," I finished. Jake looked at me as if I had saved him. For some reason, knowing that Jake Ryan wasn't good at everything made me feel better.

The nurse brightened up when she heard that Jake Ryan had heroically rescued me.

"Well, we are absolutely going to have to X-ray that right leg, but for now, I need to go get some treatments. I'll be right back," the nurse excused herself, and walked back into the other room. I looked at my red leg, which was so covered in blood I couldn't see the white flesh color of my skin. Ew. It hurt so much. I wanted to cry. I really did. But no! I wasn't just going to start crying in front of Jake Ryan. I turned around, so my back was to him.

And then I realized that he had sat down next to me. I looked at him. He was so gorgeous. He was like a god or something…

Jake's POV:

Was Miley a goddess or something? She was so beautiful, even when she was crying. She gulped forcefully.

"Miley, breathe in. Take a few breaths." She breathed five times. I could tell that she needed it.

"I really am sorry Miley. I didn't mean to trip you. I didn't mean to hurt you," I tried to say that in my most soothing voice.

"No Jake, it was my fault I was running. I shouldn't have. I was just so excited…" her voice trailed off as if she didn't want to explain the rest.

But I blurted, "What were you so excited for?"

She looked at me. In the eyes. I reached up to her face and tucked a strand of falling hair behind her ear. She was simply silent.

"What Miley? You can tell me. I swear I won't tell a soul." She breathed in again and started.

"I was excited…I was excited to see—" she seemed to debate the matter of telling me in her head as she spoke.

"Miles…" I actually put my arm around her, "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me." She didn't seem to lean in.

She sighed.

"I was just so excited to see you again."

Whoa. That was something I hadn't expected. The whole time I had been dreaming about Miley, she had been dreaming about me too. I suddenly felt all warm inside. I loved Miley. I really did.

She rested her head against my chest. I could feel her heart beating. I fingered with her hair, and she finally smiled.

Miley's POV:

I took the chance, and I rested my head on him. He seemed to like it, so I left it there. I loved his arm around me. It was a safe feeling, as if I hadn't really basically broken my leg. I could stay like this forever. He looked at me, and for the first time in four months, I smiled. A real smile.

A/N: Just probably gonna stay a oneshot. Maybe if people review, than I'll continue. I already wrote other chapters, but...