AU.

So many things are left unsaid.

Many by choice, other's because we were afraid.

Maddie, I want to tell you everything.

Honestly, don't expect an update on this. This is kinda an experiment of mine. I do not like writing with rules, and I thought maybe writing a HM fic with no limitations might be easier.

I'm not quite sure if my theory was right.

I don't expect this to make much sense, and whether I continue with it depends on whether I have anything to write about.

Okay, I don't like giving away too much in summaries, especially if it's just gonna be repeated in the actual story. But here's what you might need to know:

This is Lily's story.

Think of age this way:

Lily's 15, and in the 10th grade. Any one else in her grade is 15 or 16. Jackson is 17, a senior.

Miley is Hannah Montana here. And while Jake is in this story, he's a no body by celebrity status. For the sake of the story, forget the whole Leslie "Jake" Ryan, Mr. Zombie Slayer shizz.

Lily grew up in New Jersey with her dad and they moved to California. Lily has an older brother (16) named Dylan.

Lily refers to two girl who lived in New Jersey: Riley and Maddie. Riley and Lily are kinda like Miley and Lily (no, I didn't name her Riley because of Miley. I picked a random name) seem like your typical best friends. Maddie and Lily are more like Oliver and Lily. You know there friends, to the world looking at the two, that's all they appear, but there's a lot more history and dedication between the two then what's seen on the surface. Er, I don't kmow if that makes any sense. They're around 15 or 16.

Than there's Logan.

I have nothing to say about him here.

There will be a few ooc, but they won't contribute much to the plot, so you don't really need to know anything about them that isn't said in the story.

Yes, there is femslash. Don't like, don't read.

Do I honestly need to put a disclaimer?? I didn't think so...

Rated T for a lot of reasons.

You know what they say about chewing gum while the plane lifts off, and lands? How it helps your ears? Like, they don't pop so bad or some shit like that?

Well who ever said that must've been on crack, because I popped a piece of gum in my mouth before the plane took off, and now all I can hear is "...".

Shit.

I've spent most of my time staring out the window, and honestly, clouds really aren't so interesting once you're actually in one.

Oh, how I wish I wasn't here.

"..." .

I could be listening to my music, but no, I couldn't hear a damn thing. I could be talking to those cute guys in the next aisle over, but I wouldn't be able to tell what they were saying. I could be watching the movie and understanding what the hell was going on. If only I could hear.

Or I could be home back in Jersey and I'd be able to HEAR, and Maddie and I would be starting our first day of sophomore year, and we'd wear those stupid Jonas Brother T-shirts Maddie bought us when she dragged us to their concert in the summer.

Riley never got that.

"You hate the fucking Jonas Brothers. Why the hell would you go to their concert? Why would you even keep the damn shirt?" she'd said.

Riley was always like that. You stuck to the rules. Even if you were the one who made them up. You didn't cross the line, even when you were the one who painted it. You said you didn't like something, you didn't like it. End of story. There was no way getting around it.

Our friend ship was her constantly judging me, asking me why one day I said I hated something, than the next day was all about it.

She never got it. But she was my best friend. Always had been, or at least that's how the world saw us, and I never bothered to correct them.

Maddie and I, we were different. There were no rules. It didn't matter that we didn't like the same bands, or wither we dressed the same way. That one day we claimed hatred to a TV show, than next week it was our new obsession. Together, we were us, and that's how we liked it. It didn't matter to the world we were just two friends who were nothing more than friends who sometimes talked to each other in class, and texted each other during lunch period.

No one ever knew what happened between us.

"We're gonna go to the beach and have hot lesbian sex using our cell phones as vibrators."

That was her favorite thing to say whenever I asked what she was gonna do after school. I always was involved in her plans, even if they were just in the moment fantasies.

But it wasn't like we were some object that could only express our emotions in each others beds while the rest of the world slept.

No, not at all.

We'd never do something like. We hardly even hugged.

But there was just something about us.

We were best friends in our own world.

In everyone elses, we were just these two teenage girls.

And now, I was on the other side of the country, in complete silence.

"..." .

I sighed and looked up at the 'ceiling'. The Buckle Sign was flashing.

Oh shit, we were landing.

I grabbed my carry on, and stared out the window.

Goodbye Maddie.

Hello California.

Hello new beginning.

Rawr. I do not know if I will update. I like this story, but that's because I know what's gonna happen. At this point, none of you have a clue. I guess whether I update depends on wither I get any reviews, and if I find any time to write, and still keep in interest in it.