I know I said I was writing a sequel, and I am. I promise. But one of my close friend's (I'm sure many of you know her. No Ifs Ands or Maybes?) birthday is coming up (July 21) and she loves Jiley, and was a fan of Deadly Obsessions. It's kind of impossible for me to buy her a present, so I decided to write her something. Her actual legit present is going to be the third and last chapter of this (Its a three shot), but the whole thing is dediated to her because i most likley would not have written this if i didn't get the idea. Soooo...enjoy!

NOTE: This takes place BEFORE Deadly Obsessions, for those of you who don't know what prequel means.

November 23rd, 2014

The newly twenty-two year old Miley Stewart was sleeping soundly at nine o'clock in the morning on Monday, November 23rd. It was two thousand fourteen, the day of her twenty second birthday.

Just as the digital clock changed from nine o'clock to nine-oh-one, the alarm Miley had been sure she'd turned off the night before, started beeping loudly. Pulling the now angry Miley from her sleep, she slammed a fist on to the snooze button, saying curse words under her breath.

Then, at precisely nine-oh-three, her intercom came on. 'Ms. Stewart, there's a visitor for you.'

"Jake." She snarled under her breath, getting out of bed. Her boyfriend had left after she'd fallen asleep, which meant he'd obviously set the alarm.

But it wouldn't be Jake at the door – he was well known by the security at her Malibu apartment complex, and he also had a key. He'd just come right in.

She pulled her pink silk, knee-length robe on over her tank top and cotton shorts, and got to the foyer just as the knock sounded.

Pulling it open, she was met by a delivery guy.

"Good morning, Ms. Stewart, sign here please." He said, holding out a clip board.

She signed where he indicated, and he handed her the crystal vase with two dozen red roses in it, and a large pink bow around the neck of the vase, a white envelope slid in the bow.

"Thank you," Miley said, setting the flowers down on the table in her foyer. "If you wait I can go grab a tip..."

"No need, Ms. Stewart, it's all taken care of. Have a wonderful day." He smiled and left.

After shutting the door, she grabbed the vase and took it to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. She pulled the card out, and opened it.

Miley,

First, I apologize for turning your alarm on, but I had to. You can punish me later ;). I hope you love the flowers, and now, in honor of your birthday, we're going to play a game.

At the bottom of this card – DON'T LOOK YET – is your first clue. The clue will lead you to your first destination, where you'll find a few things. Follow the instructions and all will be fine.

Happy birthday, Miles – I love you, very, very much.

Have fun, and I'll see you soon.

Love,

Jake

PS: Here's your clue: Go to where one of the best days of my life happened.

Miley's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Couldn't he beat least a little more descriptive?

Deciding to mull it over, she set it on the table, and went in to her room, walking through to the bathroom.

She took a nice hot shower, then got out and pulled the new dress she'd gotten well shopping with Lily last week out of her closet. It was short sleeved and black, with sewing too look like it was tiered. The hem fell to just above her knees.

She also put on a necklace Jake had given to her, and a set of silver bangles.

Her hair dried by the air in to pretty waves, and so after applying a light layer of make-up, she slid some comfortable heels on, and grabbed her phone and the card, and put them in her purse.

Still with no earthly idea where she was supposed to be going, she went to the coffee shop next to her apartment building.

"Good morning, Miley," The daughter of the owner, Melanie said. "Happy birthday." She grinned.

Smiling back, Miley thanked her. "I'll have the..."

But she was cut off, as Melanie held out a to go cup for her. "That handsome boyfriend of yours was in here this earlier this morning. Said you'd be here around this time." She said. Melanie was sixteen, and her family had just moved here from Italy a while ago. "He also said to tell you not to over think it."

Miley smiled, and dropped a five dollar bill in to the tip cup, and waved, "Thanks Melanie!" She said, grabbing the coffee, and running out of the building, the the parking deck for her apartment building. Getting in to her car, she took a sip of the coffee. Jake knew her well: Her caramel latte was just perfect.

After setting the coffee safely in the cup holder in her Mercedes, she took off for the place that was now clear to her.

--

It had been years since Miley had been inside of Seaview Middle school, but it was till the same. The linoleum floors, the fluorescent lights.

If it hadn't been for Melanie's message, she wouldn't have thought of this. But Jake had always said, one of the best days of his life had been the day he and Miley had met, and they'd met here, at Seaview middle.

After getting a visitors pass from the front office, she trailed through the halls, coffee cup in hand.

The memories this place held flew around her like ghosts.

She arrived at the classroom that was still Mr. Correlli's, where Jake had first walked in to her life.

She knocked, and he looked up through the window, and smiled, waving her in.

His class of eighth graders looked tickled pink. These were the once four and five year olds who had loved Hannah Montana, and the secret had been let out about two years ago. And it was Jake Ryan's girlfriend. For the boys...well Miley wasn't ugly at all.

"Ms. Stewart, it's been a long time." Mr. Correlli said, smiling.

"It has," Miley smiled.

"See kids, I told you she was my old student!" He said.

After signing some autographs for the kids, she returned to Mr. Correlli. "So, Mr. Correlli...you wouldn't have happened to have seen Jake lately, have you?"

He smiled, and held her a yellow manila envelope. "It was nice to see you, Miley...and good luck with that hunt."

She grinned, and took it, "Thank you! Bye everyone!" She called, leaving the room.

Back in her car, she flipped it over. On the envelope, a piece of white paper had been stapled to it. The word 'WILL' was printed on it in large letters.

Opening the envelope, she pulled out a piece of paper.

'You got the first clue, this one should be easier: Where our yelling turned in to something more.'

Miley instantly remembered: Many years ago, after yelling back and fourth at each other, he'd kissed her for the first time.

She got in her car, and sped off towards Rico's.

--

The beach side snack shack that Miley and her friends had spent many of their days at was still standing in its original home.

Rico had expanded, he had them all over California now, but this one remained his home. He lived not far, and was often here.

But when Miley got there, all she saw was two of him employees, working.

Walking over there, she asked the guy, "Hi...is there anything here for a Miley?"

He nodded, and handed her another envelope. "And this, is on the house." He added, handing her a smoothie...strawberry banana, her favorite. "From Rico," He explained.

Miley shrugged. "Tell him thanks!" She called, thankful – her coffee was long gone.

Back in her car, after sipping the sweet cold goodness, she looked at the envelope.

The word 'YOU' was written in large letters.

"Will you..." Miley mumbled, pulling out the paper inside.

'Now you're heading for your final destination: We've gotten caught here by a certain someone many times.'

Again, she instantly knew her destination: Her childhood home, where her father had caught her and Jake getting friendly more times then she could count. No, they hadn't had sex, but they did make out very intensely.

She knew that Jake wanted to take it all the way but he was a gentleman, and respected her wishes without complaint. To her anyways. He may be complaining to Oliver behind her back – guys talked about that kind of thing, right?

She left her car on the beach parking lot, and walked back past Rico's, taking the short walk to her father's home.

She opened the door, to find about twenty five people in her father's living room and kitchen. There were balloons, streamers, and confetti.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILEY!" was yelled at her.

And there was Jake: tall, blond, handsome, and grinning triumphantly at her. "I got you!" He said happily, moving forward to kiss her on the mouth. "Happy birthday, baby." He smiled, hands resting on her hips.

"You...you planned this for me?" She asked.

"Well, Lily, Oliver, Jackson, and your dad helped. But it was my idea!"

"Awww," She said, kissing his cheek. "Thank you!" She said, hugging Lily after Jake, then hugging and kissing on the cheek Oliver, and then her brother and father.

There was a lot of people there, from Rico to Sarah.

"Traci made me promise I'd bring you to her house later." Jake said. "I think she planned a big party."

"She did." Lily said, "She invited me and Oliver – I'm sure reluctantly."

Miley shook her head, and turned to Jake. "What's the rest of the words, Jake?" She asked. "I got a 'WILL' and a 'YOU.' Will I what?" She questioned.

He took her shoulders, and turned her to face in the direction of a banner that read, "Happy Birthday, Miley!"

Rico pulled a string, and another banner fell over it, covering it.

The banner now read, 'Marry Me, Miley?"

"Will you Marry me, Miley." Miley said softly. "I-is this some kind of joke?" She asked, turning around to look at Jake...to find him down on one knee, holding a black velvet box, opened to reveal a silver ring. There was a diamond in the center, and tiny diamonds going down the band. On each side of the big diamond, in between the tiny normal diamonds, there was a tiny pink diamond.

Her hand rose to her mouth, which had dropped open.

"Jake..." She managed to breathe out.

"We've been through so much, Miles..." He whispered. "We've made it through that, we can make it through anything. Do me the honor of becoming my wife...and marry me?"

Tears were streaming down Miley's face as she began to nod. "Yes...Yes Jake, of course. I'd love to be your wife."

He grinned, pulling the ring from it's cushioned box and she held out her left hand.

With a smile bigger then ever seen on his face before, he slid the ring on to her ring finger; a perfect fit.

Standing on two legs now, he reached up to wipe tears away, before she threw her arms around her neck. He held her tightly, lifting her up and spinning her around as everyone around them clapped, Oliver and Jackson whistling as Jake kissed her deeply. Well...almost everyone clapped, but Miley was too happy kissing and hugging Jake, and showing all her friends her new ring to notice her father wasn't the least bit happy.

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-Jen