A/N: I don't know, but I felt like writing this… it was a random inspiration. I don't know if I'll ever finish Losing Sanity, sometimes I just become disinterested in stories, but this one is definitely going to be Liley, just gonna take a while though :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.

"Hello? Miley?" My voice was melancholic.

"Yeah?" she sounds annoyed that I'm calling her.

"I've been trying to call you," I'm upset she hasn't picked up her phone once until now.

"I know, my phone's been shitty lately," excuses, excuses. I hear a crowd of people shout through the phone.

"Where are you?" I asked after hearing the laughter and chatter of people around her.

"Movies," she quickly replies.

"But—"

"Gotta, go, bye," she hangs up.

"—we were supposed to hang out…" I finish my sentence, dropping the coffee I was going to bring her as a surprise. Her favorite, Peppermint Mocha Latte, they come out around Christmas.

I shove my phone in my pocket, and take a deep breathe in, so the tears wouldn't fall. I hate how she can make me feel like this.

I stare at the split coffee on the sidewalk. It's inching its way towards the edge. I angrily kick the coffee cup, somehow feeling that it would make me feel better.

- - - - - - - -

"Where have you been Lilly?" My mother questions me as I walk through the front door.

"Work, where else?" I reply to her snotty. I drop my sweater on the counter, along with my car keys.

"You got off at 9."

"And I'm home at 9:15, is there an issue?" I ask heading for the stairs.

"Let's add another day to your grounding for your attitude," she calls up to me.

I groan and slam myself into my bed. I'm upset, angry, disappointed. I'm tired of people and the way they treat you. I stuff my face into my pillow, hoping that I would be able to suffocate myself. But I move my head, and breathe. I'm not brave.

- - - - - - - -

"Are you coming?" Oliver asks over the phone.

"Yeah, I'm leaving now," I reply, I pick Oliver up in the morning to take him to school, he still hasn't passed his road test. Scratch that, he still hasn't even finished Driver's Ed.

I rush out the door, forgetting my english paper in the printer. Pushing the gas pedal, I turn my keys, and hear the noise of a car not wanting to start. Great. I just had to buy this car; I just had to look cool. It's a 1966 Mustang, finally I hear the engine roar, and I release my foot off the gas. Teenage Wasteland by The Who begins to blast through the crappy stereo I own.

I lightly press the gas a few times, trying to warm up the engine quicker. With these old cars, it's best to make sure your engine is warm, or the car might stall. Finally I hear the engine become quieter, telling me it's ready to go. I feel the car lurch as I pull it into reverse.

"What took you so long?" Oliver's annoyed.

"Just get in the car, and stop complaining, you're lucky I even pick you up. You can take the bus," I'm tired of his shit. He's never grateful. No one's ever happy to have me around anymore.

"What's with you?" Oliver asks climbing into my car, and slamming my door, "You're always a bitch now," his words boiled through my blood like venom.

"What's with you?" I ask raising my voice slightly, "Why do you have to always fucking talk? Just shut up while I'm driving," I slam on the gas, sending the car immediately to 20 mph.

Oliver grips onto the dashboard; afraid I'm actually to crash my car.

- - - - - - - -

"Lillian, where is your assignment?" Mr. Pipolo asks me, he's standing in front of my desk, with his arms crossed.

"I just had it… I know I printed it out," my voice trembles a bit, this paper was half my grade, and this was the last day I could hand it in. It's already three days late.

"That's a zero, Miss. Truscott."

- - - - - - - -

Oliver and Miley have the same period lunch, but I don't. I get to eat by myself everyday. It's exciting. I dip my chicken nugget into the ketchup, and I'm about to take a bite when I see Miley walking in the front of the cafeteria. My heart lurches, thinking she actually came here to see me. She stops in front of our vice principal, Mr. Ramses.

She didn't come to see me.

I stare at her, while I keep eating my lunch. She does know this is my lunch period… right? Someone approaches her, and she smiles and hugs them, laughing lightly. I feel a tug at my heart, and hotness in my eyes. I stand up and throw away the rest of my lunch; suddenly I'm not hungry anymore. I sit back down, and still watch Miley. She's done talking now, and she's walking to leave… but she turns her head, and her eyes land on me. She doesn't wave. She just gives me a small smile.

- - - - - - - -

"What're you doing after school?" Oliver asks me, we have our last period together, and sometimes I drive him home, but most of the time I have other things to do.

"Play rehearsals," I reply, and walk away from him without saying goodbye. There's no point anymore.

I walk into our PAC (Performing Arts Center) and place my backpack on one of the chairs in the audience; I sit down, and wait for the rest of the cast to come.

"You're Lilly, right?" her voice was sweet, reminded me of Miley's…

Her face is beautiful too, "Yeah," I think my mouth is dry.

"Well I'm Jenny," she smiled sweetly, "I just wanted to get to know some of the other people in this play," she shyly sits next to me.

I think we're gonna get along just fine.