So recently, I've become obsessed with The Veronicas. That's where this story came from. Anyways, it's Liley. I hope you like it.

Btw, you should go listen to When It All Falls Apart by The Veronicas. It's an awesome song.

Disclamer: Yeah, you know Hannah isn't mine.

"Are you serious?!"

Miley Stewart looked down at the vomit staining her shirt. She wouldn't have been mad if it wasn't an old shirt of her moms that she couldn't replace. She turned and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She went into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door, muting the sound of the music coming from down stairs.

"Shit!"

She should have known. Her whole day had been like this.

Her problems had started when she left for school that morning. Her car, the one she had just gotten for her eighteenth birthday, was broken into. Whoever did it took her radio, and her steering wheel. When she got to school around third period, she had a test, which she failed. She had needed that test to pass the class, which she needed to graduate. When she got home from school, she checked the mail, and got a letter from the only college left that she had applied to that hadn't already sent a rejection letter. She had been rejected, again.

Now she had no car, was in danger of not graduating, and she didn't even have a college to go to if she did graduate.

She also had vomit on her mom's shirt. It wouldn't be that bad, if her mom wasn't dead and it was one of the only things of hers Miley had.

Miley peeled off the shirt and threw it in the sink. She should have been enjoying herself. It was her party after all. But with all that was going on today, she was depressed.

Miley turned on the faucet in the sink and left the bathroom to find another shirt. She entered her room to find to people she didn't know making out on her bed.

"Get out!"

The two people looked up at Miley. She picked up a book from off her desk and threw it at them. "I said, get out!" she yelled, picking up a text book. The two people jumped up from the bed and ran from the room. Miley went to the door and closed it. She picked up an old black t shirt from the floor a pulled it over her head.

There was a knock on the door.

"Go away."

A head poked around the door. The head belonged to Miley's boyfriend Jake.

"Are you sure I can't talk to you now?" he said.

Miley smiled and said," You can come in."

Jake walked in a walked over to Miley and wrapped her in his arms. "I heard you got puked on by some drunk kid downstairs," Jake said.

"Yeah, I came up here to change my shirt."

There was an awkward silence.

"Umm....Miley?"

"Yeah?"

"I think, I think I..., "Jake started.

Miley was beginning to get annoyed because she knew Jake was stalling. "Jake, just spit it out."

"Miley, I need some space."

Miley backed away from Jake.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I mean..."

"Your breaking up with me", Miley said. She could feel the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"Umm...yeah."

Miley turned away from Jake.

"Get out", she whispered.

"Miley I'm sorry. It's, just that-"

"No", she said interrupting him, "I don't want to here it. Just leave."

"Miley..."

"Go."

Jake walked over and kissed her cheek. Miley pushed him away.

"Leave."

Miley listened to Jake's footsteps as he walked away.

When Miley heard the door close she collapsed on her bed. Everything was falling apart, and she didn't know what to do. So she decided to cry, because it was all she could do.

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