So...this is about Miley and Lily. It's told from both their points of view, and will switch periodically. I won't tell you who's view you're in, but i will leave some kind of hint to make sure it's easy to figure out! Enjoy!

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I couldn't stand to look at her, so I stared at the ground. She held onto my arms, convinced she had me trapped. But I'm stronger than her. She should know I'm the strong one.

"Lilly. Listen to me. Look at me." The tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared into my eyes. Tried to peer into my soul. If only she could've seen what was there. The sadness, the hurt. The fact that I love her.

"I hate you." I pushed her away. She fell, hard, onto the ground. I knew she would probably bleed, but I turned and ran, knowing that any pain I could cause her wouldn't even compare to the emotional pain she'd caused me.

I ran blindly, letting my feet carry me where they would. The images I saw were blurred, colors mixing, tears clouding my eyes, memories clouding my mind.

Holding her hand, walks on the beach, seeing her with Jake, finding her with…

"No!" I screamed aloud, refusing to re-live the pain she'd caused me. I wasn't willing to feel it again and again. Before long I found that my feet had carried me to an old haunt. The beach. Miley and I had wasted plenty a Malibu afternoon lying on this beach, living the dream. I was lost in thought when Oliver came running up.

"Lilly! Lilly, stop and talk to me!"

"What is it Oliver?" I kept walking, but I sped up so he was forced to jog to keep up with me, but couldn't see my eyes water.

"Lilly! Just stop!" He grabbed my arm and forced me to face him. "What happened?" He stared at me, and I burst into tears. "Oh, Lilly." He pulled me close, and I sobbed into his shoulder.

"I love her Oliver. I really do. And, and…" I stuttered. "She doesn't even care about me at all! I just can't figure her out…"

"It's ok Lilly. I know." He comforted me, held me up.

'Wait," I pulled away from him. "You knew? How?"

"What? How you feel about Miley?" I nodded. "Well, I always suspected. But the way you look at her. The way you stick close to her, and hold her hand whenever you can. I just knew."

"And you were ok with that?"

"Of course I was. Now how about telling me what happened?"

I thought of all I'd been through, looked at Oliver, and started from the beginning.

I ran home, eager to wash my hands. There was blood everywhere, and my t-shirt was definitely ruined. I wish that could've been the worst of my problems. Lilly, my Lilly, I had hurt her. Did she hate me? I'd heard her words, worse, I'd felt the sadness, the hurt in her voice. As I thought about it, my knees buckled. I loved Lilly. I just was afraid to show it. But, what I'd done, it had been…an act of love.

I picked myself up off the ground and opened my door. No one was home, and for that I was grateful. I went inside and washed the caked blood away. I inspected the shallow cuts, and figured the best thing I could do was pout a little gauze on my palms. As soon as I was done, I text Oliver and told him to find Lily. He text back and asked me where she was, and after thinking about it, I text him back and told him she'd be on the beach. I just knew it.

I sat and waited, hoping he would have the sense to text me back when he found her. All I could do as I waited was think. Lilly and I, we hadn't always been like this. At one time she was just my normal friend. I'd had feelings for her, but they'd been small. I'd hoped she would grow to like me eventually. But lately, it hadn't seemed like she would. So I got desperate.

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So i hoped you enjoyed, please favorite and review!! Ill do my best to crank out chapters, seeing as i have the first like, five written out. /let me know what you think!!