A/N: So, I want to apologize for not uploading in a very long time. I have not had a lot a time to write. But in good news, since it is Summer Vacation you can expect to see a few one-shots soon. This is a Moliver, not a Liley. I haven't written a Moliver in ages and I am trying to instill hope in our ship. For my Liley subscribers there is going to be a Liley soon! Please read & Review!
"Lilly, it's not what you think!" the brunette screamed out.
The once quirky, bubbly friends who were once stained in love were filled with hate.
The blonde cried out, "L-l-liar! I saw you and O-Oliver shoving your disgusting tongues down each other's throats! I can't believe you would do this!"
The pop star had guiltiness building up inside of her. She didn't mean it to happen. She couldn't control herself when she kissed Oliver. Lilly Trustcott stormed off leaving her once best friend alone on the beach.
"Lilly! Stop! Please! Listen to what I have to say!" Miley pleaded.
The blonde didn't return and never planned to.
A year later…
A year passed, since the incident. Lilly slowly forgot, but didn't forgive. She became what she wasn't. She was not a skater girl, but a popular girl. After the incident, Amber and Ashley confronted her and as they became talking more, Lilly Trustcott became one of them. She never made up with either Miley or Oliver. She despised both with a fiery passion. As for Oliver, he made new friends. But none of his new friends would ever compare to Miley and Lilly. Oliver didn't speak to neither of them since. Although, it seems bad for Lilly and Oliver, compared to Miley, they have it good. Miley Stewart isn't normal. Miley Stewart isn't Miley. She's crazy.
The former pop star enters through her high school doors. It's the beginning of a new year, a fresh start. She had no friends, but she assured herself she would make a few before the next month. After all, she does know a few people. She scanned the hallways for a familiar face, but no success. The bell rings and the students head for class excitedly. Miley sighs and heads to her first period with her heart shattering with every step she takes.
The moment she steps into the classroom, she could tell by the looks of everyone's faces, they were just talking about her. Faces are staring, their blank eyes looking through her. She hangs her head low and trudges her way to a seat. She just hopes, she won't be talked to.
"Miley?"
The brunette peaks her head up and tries to find the voice. A boy with black short hair with chocolate brown eyes blinks at her. His dark attire that consisted of a Slipknot band t-shirt, dark skinny jeans, converse, a studded belt, and a dark eyeliner startled her.
The boy blinks once again, "Miley is that you?"
Miley tries to run her memory and her brain just can't function. The boy who actually talked to her was very attractive and Miley couldn't believe he just spoke to her. The brunette choked out a 'yes'. The boy embraced her for a bone-crushing hug and kissed her head. He had tears in his eyes. He loved her, he truly did love Miley Ray Stewart. The boy looked Miley in the eyes. He loved her eyes and especially her smile. He missed it too.
He then apologized, "Miley, I can't believe it's you! I'm sorry for not calling you. I'm sorry for everything."
The boy closed the space between them and crashed his lips onto hers. Miley couldn't speak, breathe, or move. She knew him. She knew him well. It was Oliver Oscar Oken, her donut best friend.