A Hannah Montana Fanfiction

Title: Gone.

Summary: When a tragic accident happens, Lily is the only one who does survive. How will this affect Miley & Oliver? From multiple points of view. Please read & review.

Author's Note: This is my first Hannah Montana Fanfiction. So, please, be nice. Thanks.

Chapter One: The Funeral.

Miley's Point of View

Tuesday

4th November 2008

"Recent reports tell us that Hannah Montana has cancelled all of her upcoming concerts for unknown reasons. Everyone who has brought a ticket to any future Hannah Montana concerts will get a full refund" Came through the speakers of the TV. I quickly switched it off. It's all Hannah Montana's fault. Hannah Montana is over. Forever.

"Miley, Hun, Are you ready?" My Dad called as he came down the stairs. I turned around and saw him step off the last step in a black suit.

"Yeah." I said quietly. I picked up my crutches and made my way to the car.

"Miley!" Oliver yelled as I got out of the car, he hugged me with his unbroken arm.

"Hi, Oliver." I said with a small, fake, smile. We silently walked into the church, with Dad behind us. We walked up the aisle and I looked into Lily's open coffin, her body was still and pale, I wanted to touch her, just one last time. I reached out and softly touched her cold, smooth cheek. Oliver kissed his hand and gently touched her forehead. That's when I lost it; I broke down and cried into Oliver's shoulder. He rubbed my back and I looked up at him, a tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away.

"Let's sit down." He said softy and guided me to a seat in the second row. I sat down and Dad sat down next to me. He held my hand as we waited for the service to start. After what seemed like forever, the priest took the stand and started talking. I was trying to listen, I heard him speak, but I couldn't make out what he said. I was too busy looking at Lily's open coffin, she looked just like she was asleep, like I could shake her and she would wake up, and everything would be okay. I wish.

"Now, Lily's friend, Miley, is going to say a few words." The priest said. I grabbed my crutches, stood up and made my way to the front. I pulled a sheet of paper out of my pocket and put it on the stand in front of me.

"Lily was my best friend; she was the best friend I have ever had." I said, trying not to cry "She was always there when I needed her and every time I had a good time, she was with me. She made me laugh when I was crying and happy when I was sad. She never did anything to hurt anyone else." I took a deep breath "I don't know where she is now, but it has to be better then here, I don't know if she is looking down on us and seeing how many cared about her, all I know is that she wouldn't want us all to be upset. And all we can do is hope and pray that she is safe now, and no more harm can ever come to her. Rest in Peace, Lily. Thank you for being the best and most amazing person I have ever known." Then I cried, and, as quickly as I could went back to my seat. When I sat down, Dad put his arm around me, and Oliver gave my hand a friendly squeeze.

The funeral went on and all I could do was cry, then they started playing 'I miss you' and people started walking out. Lily's Mum and Dad came up to me, Oliver and my Dad. And, even though they were divorced, they looked more together than ever.

"That was a beautiful speech you made, Miley, Lily would have loved it." Lily's mum said to me.

"Thanks, I'm really sorry about Lily." I replied.

"So are we." Lily's Dad said.

"My condolences." Dad said to them and they walked away.

"Are you going to the beach?" Oliver asked me, it was clear he had been crying.

"No, I think I'll just go home." I told him.

"Me too." Oliver said.

"Bye, Oliver." I said and gave him a hug, while I balanced on my good leg.

"See ya, Miley" Oliver said. And I got in that car where Dad was waiting.

The car trip home was completely silent apart from the radio people guessing what had happened to Hannah Montana. I turned it off and looked out the window.

When we got home I went straight to my room and sat on my bed, I looked at the photo on my bedside table of Lily and me hugging outside Rico's at the beach. I held it, starred at it and just cried for ages until I fell asleep with the picture in my hand and my head on a soaking wet pillow.

A/N: So, How was it? Should I continue, please review.