I have always been alone in this world, with no place to fit in. I mean I do have friends, but will they accept m if they found out? Probably not since, they are the in crowd. I guess it is better to keep it a secret.

"Why did you call me here?" Oliver asked lying on the bed next to me.

"There's something I've been trying to tell you forever. But somehow where I ever I get to saying it, Miley barges in."

"Okay, just say it." Oliver swallowed hard. I knew what he was thinking, but that's not it.

"I am in love with Miley." I blurted out before I could think about if it was okay to tell him.

"Ok." He said looking at me in a weird way. I sat down next to him.

"What if she finds out?" I murmured.

"I'm not sure what will happen."

Oliver nervously eyed the birth control pills sitting on my black dresser.

"Yeah, um... Those. My mom doesn't know that I'm a lesbian. And like the rest of the world, thinks we're together."

"Oh."

I saw his eyes linger to the breast pocket of my blouse. I knew what he was looking at, not my boobs! My hand also found its way to there.

"Yes." I said putting my hand on the familiar red envelope.

All of my friends are the school sluts. They dress is short shorts and extra mini skirts, not to mention tops that so too much cleavage. Good thing what I'm wearing fits in with what those sluts wear. I decided to wear my white with pale green and blue, long-sleeved, collared, buttoned down shirt. You know, it looks like a man's shirt was taken and tailored to fit a girl. I decided not to bother buttoning it up, so I put me pale green cami underneath it (the one that shows a LOT of cleavage). I paired my tops with an extra mini, jean mini skirt and my green converse… I may be a lesbian, but I'm a hot lesbian.

"What would you do if your friends found out you were a lesbian?" Oliver asked while we walked to school.

"I'm not sure, go crawl under a rock." I replied half as a statement, half as a question.

"That's not cool." Oliver said teasingly.

"They'll probably think it's so gross and think I'm so kind of disease."

"You're over reacting."

"No. I'm not. You know what they did to Jhonny Grogan when he came out."

Poor Jhonny, They were SO mean to him. Sierra put fake love letters in his locker from the most popular guy in the school (Miley's boyfriend), Jake Ryan. And when he thought, Jake liked him. Sierra, Emma, Sanford, Mandy, and Brenna made fun of him. He got SO upset that he switched schools.

"Oh, yeah." Oliver murmured sadly. "How can I forget Jhonny was one of my best friends?"

"Exactly, what do you think they would do to me if I came out?"

"I don't want to know."

I grabbed Oliver's hand. We were only two blocks from the school, this is were all the buses drive by. And since people think, Oliver and I are a couple (EWWWW!) we always hold hands when we get this close.

"How do feel about being my cover?" I asked trying to change the subject."

"Fine. You've been my best friend since we were four. I would do anything for you."

"Do you think it's weird when we hold hands?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Of course. HELLO, I don't like guys. Remember!"

"Oh right."

I looked around to find myself standing outside of Grove Ridge High School. Sierra, Miley, Brenna, Sanford, Emma, and Mandy were running towards us. I also noticed that I was squeezing Oliver's hand extra hard.

"Sorry." I said easing my grip.

"Hey, beautiful." Sierra said giving me a peck on the cheek. I kissed her back.

It was a simple thing the populars do, we give each other kisses on the cheeks, it means nothing. Like it also means nothing when we spank each other, we do this for fun and attention in the hallways.

"Hey Lil." Miley said giving me a short, wet kiss on the cheek. "What's wrong, hun?"

Hun, we just call each other that for fun. Like baby, sweetheart, sweetie, sexy, beautiful, etc.

"I was just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

"Doesn't matter." I looked at Oliver because he knew exactly what I was thinking about.

"If you ever want to talk about it. Okay hun?"

Why would I want to talk about how I like you with………you!?!

"Okay, sweetie. I just…um.. Don't want to talk about it right now, 'kay?"

"Okie Dokie."

I collapsed on my bed, Oliver and my cat, Lacey, beside me. All teary-eyed and mad I reached for the red envelope in the breast pocket of my shirt.

Why can't love be easy??? Why can't Miley and I be together and everyone accepts it!?!? Will this ever be easy for me!!?!!

I took the letter out of the envelope. It said:

Dear Lilly,

I know what you are. I don't know how Cleo could of missed the signs, they were

so obvious. You were always into sports and very good at everyone you attempted

to play. You always dressed sporty, until you "friends" changed you. The girl

you became one day, wasn't my Lil. It was some clone that monsters created.

I was sad to see my little girl being forced to change from her true self to some

monster clone. I wish you could be back to what you were, but only change

back if you really want to. Hope you find the girl that will complete you.

Love you forever and always,

Oliver could see how much I was crying, I never cry in front of him. He could tell that I wanted the only one that truly understands me.

"He's here, watching over you, in heaven." Oliver embraced me as I cried into his sleeve.

Your Daddy

P.S. I know you're scared, but I'll be home soon. Somebody has to fight for

this country, as you fight to be accepted.