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A/N: This idea came to me a while ago, I just didn't know what show to put it with, and then I was like wait a second, and chose this one because it makes sense. So please read and review and tell me what you think about it. I want to know if people are interested in this and if not I'll stop this one. So yea, please read and review!

Why Did Destiny Choose This?

Chapter 1

So here, I cry

I'm sitting on a red couch with gold flowers sewn into it. I'm here with my head leaned back against the peach colored walls, and my feet planted onto the white marble floor, with red carpet. Why did I ever get myself into this? Why am I so stupid? Tear stains mixed with mascara ran down my face. My nose was stuffed and the only way for me to breathe was though sighs. In my hand were about 40 crumpled up tissues.

My dress was a halter, and a pretty light green color. It went down to mid-calf, and had a slit slightly above my thigh. There was a little flower pin on the lower left hand which matched the dress. The bottom was slightly wrinkled due to the fact that I was bunching it up during the entire wedding and part of the reception. Most people would ask: "Why are you crying during a wedding reception? The wedding's over, no more mushy happy crying. It's time to be happy and celebrating now!" I know I really should be happy. After all, one of my best friends just got married to the girl of his dreams. The girl that he's fallen head over heels for. That girl that's name, is Becca Weller.

They had been together for nine years now. Ever since we were in middle school, they were inseperable. It was always "Look! It's Becca and Oliver!" or "Aren't Oliver and Becca just the cutest couple ever?" I'll admit that they were probably made for each other. The great creator himself probably made them as a pair only to meet each other during their teen hood, and fall in love with each other. But seeing her with him was what brought me to tears. It was what caused me to create my mask, just so that people couldn't see my true feelings. My mask was a smile. A smile that hid tears and the most horrible heartache. The mask was worn ever since he told me that she was the one. The one for him, his soul mate.

Flashback:

It was a beautiful day. It was the kind of day Malibu was famous for. The sun was shining, and clouds were no where to be seen. From my campus dorm, the ocean's waves could be heard. The soft sound of the water rushing back into ocean was probably the most calming thing in the world. I was sitting on my bed, looking through pictures of Oliver and I. Pictures that held memories that were so dear. There was a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I yelled. Oliver opened the door, and poked his head inside. He had smile on his face that could light even the dimmest kind of darkness there was. I smiled.

"Hey Oliver, you sure look happy today." He nodded, and shut the door behind him. He walked over to my bed and sat down.

"Those were from a while ago. You still have them?" He asked pointing to the pictures that I held so carefully in my hands. I looked down, and nodded. I glanced back up at his thousand watt smile. It was still there and growing with every second. I thought that this was the moment. The sure moment that he would leave her. That was so selfish, but I wanted him to love me so badly. I wanted him to love me just as much as I loved him. It was an aching pain that had constantly been bothering me. It prevented me from sleep, and concentration. Oh, was I wrong.

"Miles, there's something I need to tell you." He started. "It's about Becca." I felt the smile on my face grow larger.

"Yea, what?" I asked. He looked around uneasily. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time he looked like a little boy who had just received the best Christmas present in the whole world.

"I'm gona ask her to marry me. Today. Miley, I think she's the one. I know she's the one." I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. It felt like it was going to be dissolved, and forever gone. Like I would no longer feel anything. I felt tears start in my eyes.

"That's great Oliver!" I hugged him. He hugged back. It never felt the same again. Whenever he held me, there was something different. It was a feeling that kept on reminding me I would only be his friend. His best friend and nothing more than that.

"So, you think I should do it?" He asked as he pulled away. His expression was eager, like waiting for the answer that would make it or break it. I nodded. Tears flooded my eyes.

"Definitely, after all you are Smokin' Oken. Who would ever turn you down?" That was just about the biggest lie I had ever told in my life. Forget about that Hannah endorsement for that stupid perfume. Forget about when I maxed out my credit card and never told my dad. Forget about being Hannah! This was truly the biggest, worst lie, in the history of all the lies I ever told. Oliver smiled.

"Good. Thank you so much Miley. Why are you crying?" He asked. He put his hand up to my face, and wiped away the tears that went down my face.

"I'm just so happy for you Oliver." I answered. This caused so many chains of lies to form. Lie after lie after lie. Thus, the mask was created. It was another lie, and it hid everything.

End of Flashback

I picked my head off the top of the couch, and slouched down. I sniffled, and looked around to see in anyone was watching me thinking "What in the world is wrong with that girl?" There was an old couple walking hand in hand to the elevator. The smiles on their faces were sighs that they were happy to be with one another. It showed that they wanted nothing in the world, than to be there that very moment with the person that they loved the most. I turned by head down to my hands and picked away at a cuticle. Looking at the couple was just too much to bear. I was like a huge reminder that it would never be me and Oliver. We would never be the cute little old couple that was a match made in heaven. We would never be the funny couple that had those small fights about the stupidest things like where the mugs were, or what was that we had for dinner last night?

I brushed my hair off my face. It stuck to my face with salty tears. I tucked the stand of hair behind my ear. I let out a long and shaky sigh. I remembered when Oliver used to be the one to do that for me. In middle school, whenever I had my heart broken, he was there to wipe the tears away, and brush my hair to the side so that it didn't stick to my face. I remember like it happened yesterday. The day when Jake told me that it was over.

Flashback:

My cell phone rang. I was walking along the beach with Oliver and Lily. It was a nice day out. Only a few clouds loomed over the sky. It was our thing, to just walk around the shoreline with no reason. Lily was her hyper self. She was running around saying hi to any random stranger. Almost all of her replies were odd looks. Sometimes she would get a "Hi!" back, but it rarely ever happened. I took out my phone from my pocket and flipped it up.

"Hello?" I stopped walking. I heard Jake's voice from the other end of the phone. It was kind of staticy though.

"Jake? Is that you?" I covered my other ear with my hand. Oliver and Lily stopped and turned to look at me.

"Oh! Is that Jake!? Tell him I said 'Sup?' It's our thing." She put on her dorky smile, and put her left hand on her hip. I swatted at the air as a sign for her to be quiet.

"Yea Miley? I'm sorry but I have really bad reception here. I've been trying to call you for almost a half an hour." I heard him say. I smiled. Knowing that he was trying to find me was one of the best feelings in the world at that time.

"Oh, well you've found me! What's up?" I asked.

"Tell him I said 'Sup!' tell him tell him tell him tell him!" Lily continuously poked me on the shoulder. A beeping sound came from her pocket. She stopped, and shuffled through her pocket and took out her cell.

"Lilly speaking!" She began. "What... I have to be home now!?... But you said I didn't have to watch here tonight... Fine I will!" She snapped her phone shut.

"Sorry. I gotta go. My neighbor's dog Mippsy is having a fit because the owner forgot to let her out this morning. Bye Oliver, bye Miley. Remember 'Sup?' okay?" She turned around and ran.

"I just wanted to tell you something…" Jake started.

"Oh! Before I forget! Lily says 'Sup?'. She wanted me to tell you that." I started walking, and Oliver followed.

"Yea, okay. Listen I really need to talk to you about something." Oliver leaned in trying to listen in on what Jake was saying.

"Go ahead." I replied. I pushed Oliver on the shoulder, and he backed away.

"I'm really sorry. But I think we shouldn't, no that was a bad start. I think that we should just be friends. For now at least." My jaw dropped. I stopped dead in my tracks. Oliver had a shocked expression on his face.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" He mouthed out. I waved my hand in his face.

"Wait, why?" The static became heavier and I couldn't hear anything.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I can't explain now. My agent is calling me. I'll call you back later okay? I'm really sorry Miles." The other line went dead. I still held the phone up to my ear. My eyes started tearing. I shut the phone, and held it in my hand. Oliver came over and hugged me. I put my hand to his arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"It's okay Miley. You deserve better than him any way." Oliver said. I sat down on the sand. The thing was, it wasn't okay. Jake never called back. One day he just showed up at school with a new girl on his arm. He never talked to me, and pretended I never existed. He acted as though nothing ever happened between us, and that everything that happened was a lie. No matter what, Oliver was there. He would be my shoulder to cry on, literally. He would wipe my tears away with his soft hands, and then tell me everything would be okay, even if he didn't know what was going to happen. But it would never be like that again, because it's different now.

End of Flashback

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, not caring if any make-up got onto my hand. I put the tissues I held down on the couch. I lifted my hands up to my face, and slowly my tears subsided. I tried to block out the loud music that came from where the reception was. There was no pointing listening in on it, if there was nothing to be happy about. It just made the pain worse. I put my hands down and crossed my arms across my chest. Why am I doing this any way? Why am I sitting here crying? I shouldn't even be here. It was true. The only reason I was there, was because when we were little we made a pact. It was a pact that Lily, Oliver and I would be there for each other. We'd be in each other's weddings, and we'd have to attend no matter what. It was mandatory. I couldn't break it. I couldn't let Oliver down.

I heard the clicking of someone's high heeled shoes. I looked up to see that Lily was standing before me. She kneeled down to eye level.

"I hate seeing you like this." She said. She took a tissue from the small pile next to me, and dabbed at me eyes. She knew about Oliver. She was just about the only person I had ever told.

Flashback:

Lily was staying over my house. It was around three o'clock in the morning but neither of us were the least bit tired after a gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

"What do you wanna do!?" She screamed.

"I dunno, what you wanna do!?" I yelled back. Both of us were practically bouncing off the walls.

"I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know!!! Let's play truth or dare!!!" She recommended.

"Yea!" I answered. So the game went on. There were some stupid random questions, but then Lily asked it.

"Who do you like? Do you like Oliver? Do you do you do you!?" I couldn't lie. It was a secret of the game. When we were around nine, it was a promise, that we had to answer truthfully, or else we were allowed to make a fool out of each other. I nodded.

"Oh My Gosh Oh My Gosh! Really!?!?! I Knew it I knew it! Knew it knew it knew it!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

End of Flashback

I noticed that Lily's dress collected around her ankles when she squatted like that. Her dress was the same as mine, simply in a different color. The flower was falling off. I lifted my hand to try and fix it, but she swatted my hand away.

"This is not the time to be worrying about my appearance!" She returned to fixing my make-up. I shook my head.

"Thanks Lily, but you can stop." She got up, and took a seat next to me. She put the tissue she had in hand in the pile.

"Okay." She put her arm around my cold shoulders, and rested her head. I placed my head on hers.

"I'm sorry. Sorry that you have to deal with this." She whispered. I picked my head up and looked at her.

"Why? It's not like it's your fault. I'm the one that should be sorry. You have to put up with me." She shook her head, making her crystal earrings rattle.

"No. That's what I'm here for Miley." I managed to crack a small smile, and I put my head on her shoulder.

"Thank you so much Lily. Thank you." I whispered. Lily smoothed the hair on the top of my head, and put her head down. What would I do without Lily? A few minutes passed by, and I calmed down. The tears subsided, but my eyes were red and puffy. Then I saw someone open the door from the hall, which led out to a corridor, and then the lobby. It was the person I honestly didn't want to see that the moment. Someone who could make me feel even worse if possible…

A/N: Okay, so that was pretty long. Longer than any chapter I have ever written. Please read and review and tell me what you think 'cause I'd really like to know:D