At Fault

"Those who can't sing teach"

I don't own Hannah Montana.

Lilly's POV

Loliver.

Drabble of sorts.

Rated K+

I can't blame Oliver for it.

I mean, it wasn't his fault that he was good at singing, and I wasn't. It wasn't his fault that with practice he could carry a tune, play the guitar, and actually be good at it.

And, no, I can't blame Miley for having an awesome voice, or for me having my own God-awful voice, or for me being tone-deaf. I can blame her for being her, Hannah Montana. I can blame her for the incident in our freshman year when she inadvertently convinced me I was a natural born singer, only leading me to embarrass myself in front of out entire class, and sending many niners home with ear-bleeds.

I can also blame Miley for encouraging Oliver to pursue his music after high school, following her as Hannah Montana around during her post-graduation European tour. I can blame her for helping him record and produce his album our last summer together. Hours spent in a stuffy studio listening to him sing the same song over and over again when the two of us should've been outside doing, you know, couple-y things.

I can't blame her for me choosing the smart path, and continuing on with college, instead of following my two best friends around the world, though what would one year off cost, honestly? Not much.

I can blame her for me being the only one spending hours pouring over textbooks, and staying up trying to finish an essay, I should've started weeks before. Because if it wasn't for her, Oliver would be right beside me.

While I can't blame her for Oliver falling in love with Europe, I can blame her for taking him there.

Oh, and I can so blame her for never taking Oliver to Italy when he asked her to in out sophomore year, so he could've gotten it out of his system. That being said, I have every right to blame her for that skank he met there, the one that broke us up.

And that skank, I can blame everything else on. How we all lost contact, how Hannah's label decided to drop him, how his rep and career went down south before it ever really got a chance to kick-off.

But I won't blame any of them.

I can't blame any of them.

I'm to blame.

If I'd just decided to take a year off school. If I'd just been more encouraging, tried hard to stay in contact. Tried to cure me of my tone-deafness as Oliver miraculously did. If only I'd just not let it all get to me.

But I didn't…or did, depending on the situation.

And, now again I'm at fault for letting it all come back to get me. How easy would it be to cut all the loose ends, no strings attached? Go on with my live without him? Easier said then done, because as he stood on doorstep to my apartment, watching me, waiting for my response, all I can do is wrap my arms around him, all forgiven, and tell him "I missed you."

Oh, confusing.

I don't know. Idea based off the episode "You Gotta Lose This Job" if you can't tell. Has nothing to do with teaching, but it seemed like a good quote to use, especially coming from that episode. And random ideas…. Yes.

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PunkRockEmoPrincess/Still Standing