A/N: Unrequited Liley - Lilly contemplates fear and hope. Slight bittersweet Moliver at the end- not because I like Moliver per-se but I don't particularly like any other option of Miley without Lilly….Moliver is the only one I can stomach .

It's a bit….longer than I thought. And certainly more a downer than I started out doing- rain does this to me I guess.

Disclaimer- I don't own 'em- I just borrow and play.

"All we have to fear is fear itself' is the great quote by Franklin D. Roosevelt. And there is certainly much to fear when one is crushing madly on ones best friend.

Fear - of rejection

Fear- of Miley's reaction

Fear- of losing my best friend

Fear is what stops me from flat out kissing Miley when she steps off that stage, still in full Hannah get up, no matter how much I long to.

However, there is always hope.

Hope… when she smiles at me after every show, and hugs me close as soon as she is finished.

Hope … when her eyes turn a whole shade darker when ever I talk of anyone that has hurt me in anyway.

Hope… when she gets changed into Hannah Montana and her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she winks at me.

Hope…is what drives me to write a letter expressing my love and hope, attach it to a rose -one that is yellow with a red tip- meaning Friendship turning into love, according to the poor florist I spilled my story to, being careful to not spill the gender of the friend I was falling in love with.

Hope … is what is shattered when I see her kiss Oliver passionately in the hallway in school, as I stand just on the opposite side of the hallway, my plans to be early thwarted by my own letter causing me to stay up well into the morning, causing me to oversleep.

Hope…is what dies as the rose I'm holding slips from my fingers.

Fear…that I won't be able to be as happy for them as I should be .

Fear… that I will betray my own secret when Miley asks what is wrong.

Fear…that I will lose her friendship when I admit I ever crushed on a girl

Fear … that my parents will reject me when I tell them my heart has been broken by a girl

Fear… of my own sexuality

Hope…when I see a small notice on the bulletin board for a "Sexual Minority Support Group"

Hope…when I call the number during lunch, hiding in the janitor's closet, which is the only secluded place I have

Hope…when the kind counselor on the other end reassures me that my fears are natural, as well as my feelings and attractions.

Hope and Fear…walk hand in hand .