Just some random story that popped into my head. One-shot. Kind of depressing. In Lily's POV. Italics are about two weeks in the past.
She was gorgeous, smart, funny, and everything else good in the world. She was innocent, and it showed in her smile. She was my best friend. And lately, my love interest. Yeah, Lily Truscott was in love with Miley Stewart. I just couldn't help it. She was perfect…
"Miley I have to talk to you", I said. I know I'm making a mistake, telling her this. Especially now that she's with Jake. But I have to do it, she has to know…
I loved the way that her chestnut hair fell down her back in soft waves. And I loved her piercing eyes, they could always tell the truth through the tiniest of lies. I loved her handwriting; it was cute and bubbly, just like her…
I took her hand and asked softly, "Miley, If I were to tell you something that may or may not change our entire friendship, you'd still want to hear me out, right?"
She was always upbeat and in a good mood.
"Of course", she answered, "nothing could tear us apart, you know that Lils!" She said with an cheerful sort of worry in her voice that only my Miley could accomplish. "Now tell me, what's the matter?"
She knew how to make you laugh until you cried, even if you didn't think you could crack a smile.
"Come on Lily, it can't be anything that we can't make it through"… I wondered if she knew what was going on. She always knew with me. That's why she was special.
"Well Miley", I said, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, and my voice and my hands shaking…"Miley, I think… No… I know that I'm… in love with you."
She always knew just what to say. Except that night.
She immediately dropped my hand. The tears that I had been holding off couldn't be held back any longer. They fell freely and silently down my face, and landed on my suddenly cold and empty hand.
All-in-all, she was destined to be a heart breaker…
I looked her into those deep, gorgeous eyes one last time. Although now they were scared, angry, wide eyes, they were still beautiful to me. She turned away, not even pausing to say "sorry" or anything like that. She was off my front porch and halfway across my driveway when she stopped and turned around.
"Lily," she said, her voice barely a whisper, I had to strain to hear her over my pounding heart, "I can never see you again." And with that, she turned back around and walked the remainder of the way down the driveway. I watched her silhouette disappear into the horizon. This was the last time I was going to see Miley Stewart. My heart ached and my tears fell even harder, and less quiet. I knew that when she said she didn't want to see me again, she meant it. I think that's what hurt the most…
And that's just what she did to me.
