Wow, it's been awhile since I last wrote anything for fanfiction. I don't really write ff anymore. But I just had to do this. It came to me. It isn't even very good, but there's a lack of molivers here :(
So it's just a oneshot.
Kind of sort of Anti-loliver.
Enjoy!
I sit in a jet-black limo, off to the happiest day of my life, the future awaiting me. All I can think about though is the past, and her.
A pretty blonde girl in an elegant white dress smiles at her reflection waiting for the moment we will marry, and beside her is the love of my life. I don't regret asking Lilly, not one bit, because I do love Lilly. It's like those people who get put into arranged marriages and say they grew to love each other. They didn't end up with their true love, but they're happily married to someone they're in love with.
I could have never had Miley anyways. Miley was always going to belong to someone else, if it wasn't Jake, it'd be Travis, that one rich kid, or even hottie lamati with a swimmer's body (I can't believe I just uttered those words, it's times like these I question my own orientation). I belong to Lilly. That's how it would always be.
I stare into the eyes of my beautiful bride, and say I do. We kiss. There's not a dry eye in the house. It's a bittersweet moment because everyone knows what I know. Somewhere fate had a glitch. Everyone knows this isn't how it was supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be Lilly, and even Lilly knows that. It was supposed to be Miley, all these years, it was supposed to be Miley.
It was Miley under the blonde wig who had me head over heels.
It was Miley's identical cousin I found absolutely stunning.
It was Miley played the Juliet to my Romeo.
It was Miley who forgot the words to the anthem because of me.
It was Miley who nearly gave up a hit movie for me.
It was Miley who exhausted herself to help me with my radio career.
All this time, it was Miley, and as I'm remembering these moments I realize moments too late. Miley loved me too. I hadn't always been there for her. She had always been there for me.
I look over at her and realize her tears aren't of joy. That isn't a smile. She tries her best to be happy for us, but somewhere inside of her I see the pain. Why hadn't I noticed it all before?
We are at the reception. My bride holds my hand under the table, beside her is the one that got away.
