Disclaimer: For once this is important. This fic is inspired by the book Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin. I don't completely follow the same story, but that's where I got the idea. It's an amazing book, so once you're done with this do read it! Oh, and I also don't own Hannah Montana—I can't believe I still have to inform you of this.

Also, before you even try to figure it out—Miley/Hannah does not exist in this story. Sorry, I love her but yeah… I hope this doesn't stop you from reading (:

"Miss, we can't allow you into the truck."

"Are you serious? Look, you're lucky I actually want to go with her don't make me have to beg."

"I'm sorry. Relatives only. Are you in any way related to her?"

Pause. "Oh! Well yeah… I'm her second cousin. Crazy, I know, but I am. So let me in, will ya?"

Followed by a bunch of busy noise.

I tried to blink my eyes open to figure out what the racket was all about but the mere attempt shot incredible pain towards my skull. I resorted to squinting and snapped a mental picture of my surroundings.

First off, I was lying down in what I quickly figured out to be an emergency vehicle. A girl, who I assumed to be the second cousin from the earlier conversation, sat parallel to me nervously tapping her hand against her knee. As far as I was concerned, I didn't have a second cousin I knew of, so I figured she was a friend who had used the excuse to get in with me. Ambulances can be irritating like that.

She had either black or extremely dark brown (my eyesight wasn't really focused) wavy hair a bit past shoulder length. Her fidgeting pale hands and large chestnut eyes now focused on her cellphone as she anxiously texted. When she'd finished she exhaled heavily through her lush pink lips—which were the only live things on her. The rest of her visible skin was as pale as her hands as if she'd been in the cold too long, a theory she accentuated by the black long sleeve she wore on top of her matching tight jeans. She could either be considered straight-up eerie or perplexingly striking. You know, like a vampire. Either way, I had no idea who she was and why'd she want to be by my side.

She caught my squinting eyes, "Don't even start glaring at me. Look, it'd be best if you just calmly lie down until we get there, okay? I'm trying my best to get a hold of someone." Her voice was just as eerie (or perhaps striking?) as she was, add on to that unnecessarily snappy. She mumbled something else to herself but I took it as my cue to stop analyzing her, so I turned my attention to myself.

It couldn't have been that cold because I was wearing a tank top, something I only did if it was ridiculously hot. I felt something tight around my knees and after slight movement recognized them as knee pads. Skateboarding. That's what I had to have been doing. I then started imagining all the possible circumstances that could have brought me here but another heave of pain approximately 10x worse than the previous one shot across my brain. I uncontrollably cried out in pain to anyone who could hear.

"What the heck? Do something!" I heard my snappy companion shout.

"Not until a doctor sees her. She may need a scan and we can't interfere," the EMT replied with a bored voice as if he got these types of requests all the time.

By now the throbbing had "subsided" to a nagging migraine. Although I still had no knowledge of who she was, I figured the girl had come along for something so I threw my hands to her, wordlessly begging for something to grip on.

She took the cue and put whatever earlier made her snappy aside to caress my hand. Even this she did a bit uneasily as she continued harassing the EMTs. "Dude! She needs help NOW. Instead of just standing watching her die in pain, why don't you put your skills to some good use?"

I smiled in my head—because it hurt too much to actually do so—I liked her already.

"Not until she sees the doctor. Five minutes," the bored voice replied.

"Sorry Lilly," she quickly said my way. "And you guys call yourselves doctors. Lame."

"Actually... we don't."

As much as I enjoyed the smack down of words, the worry built in me. "What-what's going on?" I managed to whimper without destroying what was left of my head.

Both the EMT and the girl sighed. "Don't worry," he said and she repeated as comfortingly as she could manage. But sometimes the more people tell you not to worry, the more you do. I closed my eyes and focused on getting rid of the pain so it would hopefully not kill me within the next five minutes.

What on earth had I gotten myself into now?

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The second time I woke up, I was still in a lying position except I was unmoving and the racket around me and in my brain had defused. Once again, it didn't take much to figure out I was in a hospital bed.

I was about to conclude that my bedside companion from the ride over had also disappeared when I heard her voice. "That's… wow. Okay. Alright. And they said they'll be here ASAP too." I wondered who they referred to. Hopefully someone I knew.

Eventually the voice matched up with a figure as she made her way to the other side of the curtain followed by the doctor. She sat down and I stared at her waiting for her to say something but she seemed to be doing the same thing. The only thing that I wanted to say was ask her who on earth she was—not the best conversation starter, so I looked at the doctor hoping he was feeling a bit more talkative than she.

"How are you feeling Lilly?"

"Kind of freaked out."

"Don't be. You'll be fine; you just hurt your head a bit."

I wanted elaboration on this "hurting of my head". "Uh, yeah, what exactly happened?"

"That'd be a question I believe your friend Mya here could best answer."

Mya. Good, I was getting tired of referring to her as the girl.

I glanced at Mya. "You were doing some trick and lost your balance."

As perplexed as I was, I immediately connected the word trick to skateboarding. "Was I not wearing a helmet?"

She continued staring at me as if I were an alien. "It must not have been tied because it flew off as you fell." I frowned, I always double-checked these things.

"Mind if I ask you some questions?" The doctor asked once he figured my conversation with Mya was over. I shook my head. "Can you tell me your full name?"

I raised my eyebrows as I glanced at the chart he held. Was he just messing with me because it was pretty obvious the answer was right in front of him. "Lillian Rose Truscott," I told him anyways.

He nodded. "Okay, what year is it?"

I considered yelling at him to ask me some helpful questions when I realized the answer that popped into my head couldn't be right. It couldn't have been because if it were I'd be 12. This led me to realize that although I wasn't exactly sure how old I was, I could feel it that I wasn't 12. I glanced at Mya. I felt like I could be more along her age... whatever that was; she looked well into her teenage years. I glanced back at the doctor and told him the only answer I knew, "…2004?" Even before Mya's quiet gasp and the doctor's twisted face I knew I was off. The question was how off?

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The basic gist of it was that I could not remember the last five years. I was a 12-year-old living in the body of a 17-year-old with no recollection of the years in between. The doctors said that fortunately the world hadn't changed to the point where I suddenly had to learn how to operate a robot, so if I were to go on with life normally I should be fine. I think it was supposed to be a joke—doctors have not gotten much funnier in the last five years.

All it did was frustrate me. I get upset when I can't remember something someone told me a few days ago. But five years?! That's enough time to start an entire new life, meet new people, and become someone else, especially at seventeen. What kind of teenager was I? How many of my friends had I drifted away from?

I soon found out that the 'they' Mya spoke of earlier was my mom. (Yes, I know she's only one person and 'they' is plural but people often did that anyways for she represented my parents). Fortunately, after a certain age five years doesn't really change much so she didn't appear like a complete stranger to me. After asking me if I was okay more times than necessary and scolding me about not tying my helmet, Mya said she'd be back tomorrow.

Before she visited me again though I found it necessary to at least know who she was so I could thank her properly. "Mya Diane McIntire," she said with a hidden smile as if it were a crime to, "I'm a… school friend, kind of. I just… happened to be there at the time of your accident and thought I should help you out is all."

"Okay," I smiled. "Nice to meet you Mya. Or.. I guess I've already met you I just don't remember it. Anyways, thank you."

She and my mom exchanged a stiff glance and nod, and then she left. I had a feeling I would have more of these awkward encounters over the next few days, but didn't let it bother me for the moment as I drifted off to sleep yet again.

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As soon as I was allowed to receive a visitor at 9:30am, two came in with a bundle of turquoise balloons huge enough to fill in a bath tub, followed by the same doctor. I sat up and grinned as I recognized the girl as Mya. I thanked her as the guy who'd walked in in front of her attached the balloons to the side of my bed. It didn't completely surprise me that I didn't recognize him. Bits of his short and shaggy black hair stuck out here and there from his black beanie which created a shadow over his face making me incapable of analyzing it. He had a slim and tall frame. Then again, everyone appeared tall to my 12-year-old mind but I found out yesterday that when I stood up I was barely an inch shorter than Mya. He matched Mya in wearing all black and I humorously wondered if they were related and it ran in the family. Although with him, the vampire look was unquestionably attractive.

"How're you doing, Lils?" He had a calming deep voice I could have used during my freak out in the ambulance. And by the nickname, I realized he was someone else I was supposed to know but couldn't remember. Super.

I skipped to the chase on this one, "I'm sorry, who are you again?"

Somewhere underneath his beanie, I could feel his eyes staring at me. I thought it was a simple enough question. I'd lost my memory, and could not remember most people. But he seemed unable or unwilling to answer. Instead his head snapped towards the doctor who'd been silently sitting at the foot of my bed. "How jacked up is her memory? She has to remember me, no matter how many years off she is!" His calming voice quickly transitioned to a mix of upset and bewildered.

I bit my lip, "I-I'm sorry."

"Maybe you just look too different, dude. At least take off the beanie." So far the only person I hadn't heard Mya call dude was me, but I didn't pay attention to that as I watched the guy take off his beanie.

The first place my eyes focused on was his dark eyes, and my body automatically flew itself towards my preschool best friend. Or at least what he'd become. "Oliver!"

"Geez Lils, don't do that to me," his voice returned to the calming one I knew but with a deeper tone than I was used to.

"Well, it's not my fault you look…" hotter, mysterious, enchanting, did I mention hot?? "…older."

The doctor smiled. "Fantastic, having friends you remember can help you jog your memory." I joyfully grinned towards Oliver, which he returned with a tight smile. Seriously, when did it become illegal to smile around here? "Now let's try to spot exactly where you are. What is the last thing you remember, Lilly?"

I thought back. Obviously the last thing I remembered was the ambulance ride with Mya but I knew that's not what he meant. So I thought back even further and reached the end of sixth grade which only felt like a week ago. As my eyes unintentionally drifted towards Oliver, I saw the short, skater brunet I'd grown up with. And at this point in my memory, I last remembered falling for him.

I'm so excited for this story! It should be about 8 chapters long (I wrote a strict outline that I plan to keep this time!!), 10 at the most. I know some of you may be like, why not just have made Miley Mya? Well… just go with it for now mkay? Review….xoxCamy