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Miley's P.O.V

Life, it never works out the way you:

-think it will

-want it to

-believe it will

-dream it will

-know it will.

Something always happens to screw it up.

But even if it's screwed up, good does come, and then, you think, maybe it's not the life I wanted, but it's pretty darn good, and it's obviously the life I was chosen to live.

You can't question it, you just live it.

My name is Miley Stewart. By day, I'm your average person, facing problems, challenges, and normal everyday things.

By night, I'm Hannah Montana, pop sensation, rocking it up!

I have two best friends, and they've been my best friends since I was ten years old

---A/N: did they become best friends at age ten? I'm pretty sure they did…----

This was Lilly and Oliver Oken, who were now married and had kids of their own.

I find it cute how they are together, with four kids.

I have a daughter, too, and yes, I do have a husband, a husband who is lazy and doesn't give a damn about his family.

I've come to accept it. I don't know why. I guess it beats being alone, and my daughter, Mia, short for Amelia, loves her daddy, and I don't want to take him away from her.

I don't know why she loves him, but she does.

No, it's not the perfect life I've always wanted, but I have my daughter, who I love, I have my friends, I have my dad and my brother. So I'm happy.

I am happy.

I promise.

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"Hey Mia, how would you like to visit daddy and Jackson?" I asked the five year old. She blinked up at me, huge cerulean eyes sparkling.

"Uncle Jackson! Grandpa Robbie!" she squealed, and I nodded and bent down, picking her up.

"Hey Mike, I'm going out." I said coolly.

"Eh whatever," he responded, and I rolled my eyes. At least he didn't know I was Hannah Montana. I packed my Hannah stuff into a bag, and swung it over my shoulder.

"C'mon, sweetie, let's go." I gently put her into the car, and buckled her up before going to my side. I reversed out of the driveway and quickly but carefully drove to my daddy's house.

When I arrived, I got my daughter, who was sleeping, and carried her inside.

"Miley! Mia!" my dad wrapped me in a hug, and I hugged back as best as I could.

I always loved my dad's hugs; they were warm and always made me feel better. We pulled away and I walked in, setting Mia on the couch as she slept. I pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead.

"So are you right to watch over her, daddy?" I asked and he nodded.

"I've raised you and Jackson, I think I will be fine," he said with a chuckle and I smirked.

"True…you did raise Jackson."

"You were never easy either, Miles. I remember how hard it was to potty train you."

"I like to sing-"

"I like to dance, I can't do it with POOPY IN MY PANTS!" a voice shouted, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hello, Jackson." I felt him put his arms around me, and I swiveled around, hugging him back.

"EW!" I shrieked, pulling away.

"What?" Jackson smirked. I glared at him again, putting my hands on my hips.

"You've been doing the plumbing, haven't you?"

"Yep." Jackson grinned.

"That's it!" I tackled him to the floor easily and pinned him down.

"OW! DAD!" Jackson screamed.

"Shut up or you'll wake my daughter. Now, promise you won't ever do that to me again."

"You know, this is quite funny, Miley beating Jackson. Then again, it was always that way." Robbie said thoughtfully.

"Fine I promise." Jackson said in annoyance and I let him up. The door opened, and in filed Lilly, Oliver and her kids.

They had two daughters and two sons.

Emily, Peyton, Dave and Mitchell.

Jeez, my dad and brother were in for one heck of a night!

"You ready to go? I cannot wait!" Lilly squealed, and even Oliver looked excited.

I was more excited.

I haven't sung for three months, and I missed it.

"Yes! Just let me say goodbye to Mia!" I walked over and smiled at her. She was such a mini me, not just with the looks but with how she acted. I was grateful for that, I don't think I'd have been able to stand it if she looked like her father. I kissed her gently, and played with her hair before walking out with Lilly and Oliver.

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"Hey ya'll, I know I haven't sung for awhile but here I am!"

The crowd screamed. I was still kind of surprised that Hannah Montana was still popular, after all these years, but that was a great thing.

"Okay! I'm going to dedicated this to a special girl named Mia!"

Without you, I'd be so lost

Without you, I wouldn't know what to do

Without you, I wouldn't know how to love

What would I do without you?

Baby girl, you're my everything-you're my world

I hope you never go, and I wish you to know

Without you, the world would be so small

Without you, I would not know how to stand so tall

But with you, makes everything so worthwhile

But with you, I've learned how to always smile

Even when things go wrong

You've taught me to move along

You've taught me what's right

And in the darkness you always bring the light

Baby girl, you're my everything-you're my world

I hope you never go, and I wish you to know

Without you, the world would be so small

Without you, I would not know how to stand so tall

But with you, makes everything so worthwhile

But with you, I've learned how to always smile

Oh without you, my world would be so cold

Oh without you, I'd be so old

Oh without you, I wouldn't know what to do

Oh I'm so glad I'm not without you!

Baby girl, you're my everything-you're my world

I hope you never go, and I wish you to know

Without you, the world would be so small

Without you, I would not know how to stand so tall

But with you, makes everything so worthwhile

But with you, I've learned how to always smile

The crowd clapped and screamed, their hearts wanting more. I smiled and gave a wave.

"Alright what one do you want to hear next?" I asked. I listened as they all called out their response, but the song If We Were A Movie had flying colors.

I swallowed.

This song had been about Jake…

And I certainly did not want to sing it. But…I didn't want to let down the crowd. I forced a smile onto my face.

Besides, I was Hannah. Hannah didn't have any problems.

Uh oh there you go again talking cinematic

Yeah you! You're charming, got everybody star struck!

I know, how you always seem to go

For the obvious, instead of me

But get a ticket and you'll see!

If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

You'd fall in love with in the end

We'd be laughing, watching the sunset

Fade to black, show the names

Play that happy song!

Yeah.

Wish I could tell you there's a twist

Some kind of hero in disguise

And we're together is for real

Now playing!

Wish I could tell you there's a kiss

Like something more than in my mind

I'd see it, could be amazing

Could be amazing!

Those two verses got to me in the most. But still I sung on, wishing that somehow, Jake Ryan could hear my desperate plea to him.

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Should I continue?