Okay, so I decided to write a three-shot (if that's a word), or a two-shot…it depends on how I decide to write it. I have two ways planned, but I only want to use one, so…oh wait disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hannah Montana…I know it's so sad…whatever I'll get over it.

LILLY'S POV

Okay, EW…I mean, I can't stand to see them kiss. I want the girl to be me, but it's not it's…HER. I loved him, and I told her. I TRUSTED her, but she went and stole him away from me. I want to die; I have nothing to live for. My best friends are in love with each other. I just want to leave this planet, and never look back. It would be easier for me, and everyone else.

"Lill-ay! Are you okay?" Oliver asked me. We were at the mall, and they were too busy sucking each other's face to notice that I was sitting there, the whole time. I needed time to think about what to do. I needed to tell Oliver the truth, but he's happy with her. I needed a plan to break them up. As sad as it sounds, I would break them up, so I could have him.

"Yea," I said as a tear slid down my face. I swiped at it before anyone could notice that I was depressed. Yes, I was depressed, not emo, just miserable. I was sad that I couldn't be in Miley's position. I want Oliver to love me, not her. That backstabbing…bitch! She stole him away from me.

"Are you sure?" Miley asked. She always played it sweet and innocent, but really all she wanted to do was destroy my life. I knew what I was going to do…I was going to commit suicide. I will write down my plan and put it in to effect as soon as possible.

"Yea, I'm gonna leave," I said as I stood up. I left, and as I walked home I cried. I open up my empty notebook from last year. I wrote down my plan. It was perfect. I heard a knock on my door, so I shoved the book under my pillow.

"Lilly! Open this door, someone is here to see you," I heard my mom say. I stood up, and opened my door. I walked down the stairs, and saw my cousin Vanessa standing in our living room. I ran over to her, and hugged her. She lived in New York, and I never saw her. When I did, it was the best time. We are both just shy of fifteen, and she knows everything about me. She even knows about my huge crush on Oliver, she even knows how Miley stole him away from me.

"Hey, why are you here?" I asked. It might not seem like a good question, but the last time I saw her face-to-face it was our grandfather's funeral. We were twelve; I still talk to her on my phone at least once a week. We are so close.

"Cuz, I felt like visiting. I'm here for a week," Nessa said. Damn, my plan would have to wait a whole week. I couldn't just go and kill myself with Nessa here. I love her, to death. She ranks just above Oliver, for non-intermediate family. I would take a bullet for both of them.

"Vanessa, your room is upstairs on the right. Across from Lilly's," My mom said as I saw her and my dad haul her luggage in. She must have come alone.

"Okay," Nessa said as she and I took her luggage upstairs, and into the guest room. The room had pale blue walls, and dark blue bedding. It didn't match that well, but my parents insisted that it did. Whatever!

"So…" I said trying to fill the silence that the guest room had. It was an eerie silence that this room alway possessed. Whenever I came in here, I never had anything to say. It was strange. Nessa sat on her bed. I sat on the bed, and laid back. The bed was so comfy…I could just fall asleep.

"So…how are things with Oliver?" Nessa asked. I sat up, and turned to face her.

"Not so well. I went to the mall with them, and all they did was suck face. It was disgusting," I said. I wasn't going to tell her my plans of suicide. I just realized, she cut her blonde curly hair. It was to her shoulder, and it used to be at her elbow.

"Well, if Miley was in your position, she would think that it was gross," Nessa said, and flicked some stray hair out of her face.

"I don't care about Miley's point of view. I care about mine, and how she stole him away from me," I fumed. I was mad, at no one in general. I was just mad at the world, like my life was spiraling downwards. That was til Nessa showed up. Like my spiral just stopped, it was paused. As soon as Nessa left, I would continue to go downwards, and I wouldn't stop until I ended it myself.

"Okay, so do you want me to do your hair?" Nessa asked me. She saw that she was getting on a touchy subject for me. I nodded, and slid down on to the floor. She did French braids in my hair. I had two perfect French braids that I adored. I couldn't get enough of looking at my braids in the mirror.

"Thank you," I said as I looked away from the mirror. My mom walked into Nessa's room.

"Good night, girls. Get some sleep tonight, okay," My mom said before she left us. It was midnight, and we were going to stay up pretty late.

"Sleep…um, NO!" Nessa said. I loved her, she was always sweet, but when she was with teens she was a rebel. I wish I could to that, but I can't. I always have my attitude, and cluelessness.

"Alright, you stay up, but I am pretty tired," I said as I yawned. I was kinda tired, but I wanted time alone to finish finalizing my plans. They needed to be perfect.

"Okay, good night, Lilly," Nessa said as I walked towards her bedroom door.

"Night, Nessa," I said as I left her room, and stumbled into mine. I changed into my pajamas, and went under my covers. I took out my book of plans, and a flashlight. I went over my pans, changed some details, added some info, and took away others. It was two in the morning when I fell asleep.

Okay, so I just decided to have a change of pace. The next chapter will hold surprises, and in the next chapter I will decide if I will make this a two-shot, or a three-shot…review. Please?!? puppy dog pout Please?