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Lilly's P.O.V

'This is the worst birthday ever,' I thought gloomily as I walked home. Hi. I'm Lillian Frankie Truscott. Today is my 'Sweet 16'. Yeah, it's SWEET alright..

I opened the door to be met by my school mates, "SURPRISE!", I grinned broadly, "Thanks you guys. I thought you forgot!" I hugged Miley; she is my best girl friend – She's also world famous pop star, Hannah Montana. I've known her ever since kindergarten, she helped me, I helped her.

"Hewwo. My name is Wiwwy. Whats yours?" a blonde girl with chubby cheeks asked sheepishly.

The brown haired girl looked around, she had been crying, she was finding it hard to make friends, "Miwey." she answered in a heavy Southern accent.

Two girls (Amber & Ashley) came up to Miley and destroyed her sand pit. Miley burst into tears. Lilly frowned at them, "STOP BEING MEAN! My big brother will come and tawk to you! RAWR!"

Amber and Ashley got scared and ran away. Miley smiled at Lilly, "Fankyou."

I smiled and hugged .. Oliver. Miley thinks I like him, which I so totally don't.

Well, maybe just a little bit. Or maybe a LOT. I've liked him ever since 6th Grade, when we were at a party and there were a couple of guys perving on me, he told them to back off – and then, well, let's just say he was knocked unconscious and he doesn't remember that night at all.. I'm not really all that into him anymore, to be perfectly honest with you. But, anyway, I'm gonna stop thinking about depressing stuff and get on to the party.

We played silly games. We played Truth or Dare. We played Spin The Bottle, ect..

"WHERE'S THE BOOZE?!" someone shouted. I know this is really bad of me, but I couldn't help myself. I mean, the 'rents were out all night, I could buy some more..

I got out loads of bottles of wine, and started drinking. "Hey baby, wanna dance?" Drake asked me. Drake was the quarterback of the football team.

He didn't have to ask, I was already grinding on him. He seemed to be really enjoying it.

"Yo! Where the bathroom at!?" I slurred. Oliver took my hand and led me to the kitchen, "Lilly. Are you drunk?"

"So what if I am?" I retorted, "I'm a big girl now." I played with the buttons on Oliver's t-shirt, trying to get it undone.

Some boys came into the kitchen, "Hey sexy. This dude bothering you? I'll fuck him up." I stayed silent.

Oliver drew himself up to his full height, "Lilly's my friend. I'm looking out for her. Making sure that sleazy guys like you fucking back off."

"HA! Hear this guys, he thinks he can fight me! Come on baby, let's go." he grabbed my arm.

I pulled away, feeling scared.

"I SAID, COME ON!" he screeched.

I backed away, trying to find the nearest exit.

"Fuck. I hate when I have to do this.." he lunged his fist at me. I screamed. I winced, waiting for the pain to kick in.. Nothing. I opened my eye, and then the other. Oliver had knocked them out. I felt 11 all over again, could it be that I was falling for Oliver?

Hi. My name is Ashlee. I hope you like my story, I've been waiting 2 days to finally publish it. Constructive Critism is allowed. ^_^