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Full Summary: Whatever happened that night tainted my future. Liley. Rated T. Lilly P.O.V.

Warnings!: I'll take the time to state the warnings and things to look out for when reading this story. First of all, it is a femme slash fanfic. Secondly, there are mentionings and situations that will have to do with drugs and alcohol. There will be genres of angst, romance, hurt/comfort and tons of drama.

Now, enjoy the story!

Can't Be Tamed
Chapter One: It's My Life

I wasn't exactly of legal age. But I was going to have my fun with some alcohol tonight at that party. Maybe a little something extra also. I don't really know what I'm feeling to be honest. Feeling down was a little bit of an understatement at the moment. I couldn't really explain it. Not even if I tried. Damn. "Hey Lilly," Miley said in her bubbly fashion as she always did. How could someone be so damn bubbly? Really? I mean, wow. "What are you up to?" I glanced down towards my lap, where a glimpse of my math text book and i – pod were sitting. Ah, my i – pod. Miley had gotten it for me last Christmas. I loved it. Of course it was pre – loaded with all of 'Hannah' songs, but that didn't matter to me, I loved 'em all.

"Nothing much," I began with a soft sigh as I glanced down to my math. Blech. I hated it. "Just trying to accomplish this lame, lame attempt at completing my homework. I mean, when are we ever going to really have the use of multiplying and diving fractions? Give me one good situation. Seriously." Miley giggled that innocent little laugh of hers. I loved making her laugh. Even if half the time, I didn't exactly realize that I was being funny but hey, it worked for me.

"That might be true, seeing as I can't find a use for them outside of school, otherwise known as torturing high school students for the rest of their lives. Cheer up 'Buttercup'. Things will get better. You'll see." She told me as she headed over towards the mirror, fixing her hair and applying some more lip gloss. As if those full, rounded lips needed anymore gloss. They were already perfectly shiny enough. Did everything she did have to be flawless?

I think so.

"Yeah, they love to torture us, don't they?" I huffed as I set the text book aside. I wouldn't actually mind to settle down for a nap. Especially before that party tonight. It would take some energy out of me for sure, so I had to be energized. Then again, there wasn't much time on my plate. So scratch that thought. Anyway, I have bigger issues at hand. Now, what to say to Miley? She had no idea about this party… not at all. It's my escape for tonight. By escape I mean, well… you'll see.

"I heard that some chick was throwing a party tonight." The gorgeous brunette stated as rubbed and pursed her lips together, still checking out her reflection in the mirror. Damn it Miles you're perfect enough already! Move your cute little ass out of the way so I can score some mirror time, would you? Thanks kindly, the friend who needs more work than you do.

"Yeah, I don't even know her name. Probably some sophomore trying to be cool." I stated with a swift roll of my eyes. I had been doing that a lot more lately, I wonder if Miley ever noticed? Probably not. All tied up with her own affairs such as Hannah and all.

"Oh I wouldn't doubt it, but Traci invited Miss Hannah to yet another party. I suppose Lola wouldn't be up for a crashing party opportunity, would she?" Normally I'd be all over that idea, but no Miles, not this time. Tonight, I'm doin' me.

"Nah," I got up and walked over to the mirror / vanity that was right there in our barn bedroom. I have to admit, it gets really cold out here sometimes. Especially since it was nearing the winter season so we'd lock up the barn and sleep in the house. It was November actually. Getting quite crispy cold at night. I noticed that her face seemed to look rather disappointed. Surely the fact that I didn't appear interested in Traci's, nasal shindig wasn't upsetting her, was it? No, no Miley, don't be upset. Please? "I've got … other previous engagements that I plan on attending. I'm sorry, maybe next time?" Was it just me, or did it seem like I was making things worse by opening my mouth? She set down her lip gloss finally and shifted her gaze from the mirror over to me.

"Yeah, next time. No worries." She assured me with a smile, or at least tried to. Oh Miles, I know you better than that. "So, what are these previous engagements you're heading off to?" I shrugged at first, probably confusing her a little bit. I had to think of something and quick. I couldn't tell her that I was indeed going to this party tonight, because then she'd want to go with me and blah, blah, blah. No thank you. Tonight I was out to forget all that had been troubling my mind lately. I needed this alone time. Some 'Me Sanctuary' if you will.

"Well, I was uh, talking with my Mom on the phone… and she suggested that I should visit my cousins for a bit tonight. They're lonely I guess so she suggested for me to spend time with them." It sounded kind of unlikely, but I was really hoping that she'd buy it. Even just for now. Oh please… don't let her see right through this lie.

"Oh," She stated in a solemn manner as she reached for her length fortifying mascara. "Well alright then Lilly, I guess I'll see you tonight? I should be home around midnight for sure, knowing her parties and such I'll be in bed with a bag of Cheetos before nine." I laughed, because it was funny. Just the way she worded things sometimes was absolutely cute and hilarious. It made me think of something. It led me back… to some thoughts I had previously engaged my mind in. Ahh, now those were the thoughts I wanted to have. Mhm.

"Yeah, it depends on whether or not I'll be coming home. I'll uh, text you alright?" I watched her nod, her now blond locks joining the rhythms of her movements. She went back to putting on some more make up as I walked over to the bed and shoved my books and such into my backpack. Then I shoved my i – pod in my purse. Hoping to listen to it whilst I walked over to the house party tonight. It would keep my mind occupied.

Within a few more minutes, she had left the property altogether with her dad and the limo. I threw my purse over my shoulder, put on the best smile I had and bam, I was ready to go. More specifically, I was now ready for a night I might never forget. Or might not remember...

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