Authors Note: This is my very first story, so don't be too cruel. But constructive critism is much appreciated! I really hope you enjoy my story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, because if I did Lily and Oliver would be together very soon, and have many more moments than they already do.
"Oliver," she said quietly, "I can't do this anymore." She looked down at her feet. She couldn't bare to look at him, fearing what she would feel coming from his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he replied faintly.
Refusing to meet his gaze she slowly said "I'm leaving you." She turned around to leave, but he spoke out surprisingly; "Alyson wait!" she turned around again. He swallowed the saliva currently collected in his mouth and said in a small whisper, "Why?"
"I never feel like I'm good enough. I feel like your family and friends are always comparing me to someone. I don't know who she is, but apparently she's better than me. Who is she?"
"She happened a long time ago. It's all in the past now, it doesn't matter anymore."
"It does matter. Who is she, and what happened?" He remained silent. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. He hated seeing her like this. "I'm tired of competing," she sniffled. "Goodbye Oliver."
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"She said everyone was always comparing her to someone she couldn't compete with," Oliver confessed to Miley. "And then...she left."
Miley felt guilty. She knew it was true, and she knew who the other girl was. No one had ever gotten used to those two not being together. Not spending every waking moment with each other. Miley herself didn't even know how it ended.
Authors Note: Well I'm very sorry it was so incredibly short! Next chapters will be longer, I promise, because I have already written them. It also gets better, I promise that too. So please Review and I will continue writing.