"Oliver, can we please leave?"
He looked at the pleading girl next to him, his vision cloudy and his eyes heavy. He didn't want to listen to her. "No." He said flatly.
She shook her head, tears threatening to fall. "Why?"
"Because," He started, as he took a long a hit. Inhale. Exhale. Smoke surrounded them. "I'm having a good time."
She crossed her arms uncomfortably as she watched her boyfriend undergo the effects of being high. "I don't like this," She told him, having the slightest bit of hope that he might actually care.
He shrugged, and offered her the only thing he could. "That's 'cause you've never tried it," He persuaded, a sick smile on his face.
She stared at him, a look of disgust on her face. This time, she let the tears fall. One slowly trickled down her cheek, "I'm leaving," She said, standing up from the beaten old couch.
He didn't try to stop her. He didn't care that much. "Call me!" He shouted as she walked away, only turning back to give him that look that said, 'I fucking hate you.' He laughed, as if it was all a joke. Everything was a joke to him now.
"Dude," His friend, Ben, slurred slightly. His eyes were glazed over and his breathe reeked of liquor. "That's the... what is it?" He chuckled, "Like, millionth girl I've seen you drive away?"
Oliver merely laughed, as he took another, long hit. He held it in until the smoke burned his throat. "Nah, man," He shook his head, "It was the third. The third girl."
Ben shook his head, "She was hot." He noted, "Pretty damn attractive."
Oliver shrugged, "You win some, you lose some."
Ben raised his eyebrows. He had this spacey look on his face, "What the fuck, man?" He burst out laughing, "Do you even know what you're talking about?"
Oliver grinned, that same lopsided grin he's always had. "No fucking clue."
Ben took a seat next to him on the couch, the spot were Oliver's girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?) had just been sitting. "Dude, why can't girls just, like.. I don't know, deal with this shit?"
Oliver shook his head, "I ask myself that every damn time."
Ben laughed, "I got this new motto."
Oliver looked over to him, waiting to hear it. His eyes were so heavy they were about to drop.
"You fuck em', then you leave em'." He grinned, "Really the only thing they're good for. Hey, let me get a hit?" He asked, motioning towards the joint in Oliver's hand.
Oliver passed it over to him, not saying a word. He thought about what his friend had just said. His motto. "That's bullshit," Oliver said as Ben was taking a hit.
Smoke filled the air, "Huh?"
"They're good for more then that."
Ben smirked, "So, you're saying that girl who just left you here is, what, good for more then sex? You're fucking soul mate or some other shit?"
Oliver laughed, "Her?" He shook his head, "Hell no."
Ben positioned himself on the couch so his back was leaning against the arm rest, "Then tell me man, what girl is?"
Oliver looked down at his hands, and let out a short laugh. "She... I don't know," He shrugged. "Doesn't matter anymore."
Ben's face fell and lit up at the same moment, as if the whole conversation now had turned into a total buzz kill. "Dude.."
"Forget it," Oliver stood up. "I think I'm gonna head out."
"C'mon, man." Ben said, "If you leave, you're gonna go home and get all chick-flick on my ass and lay in bed wondering where the hell you went wrong."
Oliver turned back to his friend, "Thanks, that was really helpful."
Ben sighed, "You know I was just-"
"-It doesn't matter." He cut him off, "I'm leaving. I'll call you tomorrow.. or something."
--
"I feel like I'm losing you," A very hollow-looking Lilly told him softly, a stray tear slowly rolling down her right cheek.
He took his thumb and gently wiped it away, "I love you, Lils. You're never gonna lose me, cause' I'm not going anywhere."He grinned.
She looked unconvinced. "Oliver.."
"Come on, Lilly." He pleaded, "Don't you trust me?"
She sighed, and he knew he shouldn't of put her on the spot like that. "I do, it's just.."
"Just what?"
She took a deep breath, "With that new kid, Ben around.. and the smoking. Smoking, Oliver?" At the mention of the drugs, her face filled with not anger, but concern.
"You know I'm not the type of guy to get sucked into that stuff," He defended. "And I thought you liked Ben?"
"I do like Ben, I just don't exactly agree with his lifestyle.. I mean, we're graduating soon, Oliver. I just don't want you to get lost." The tears were flowing now, "I love you."
"I love you too," He smiled, kissing her softly on the mouth. "It's gonna be fine, I promise."
She looked uncertain, but nodded anyways. She entwined her fingers with his, and that said more then any words could of.
--
"What she up to these days?" Ben asked, two days later. He knows Oliver hates talking about it, but Ben has to push him a lot, otherwise the boy goes insane. "Lilly, I mean, not the latest girl – what was her name again?"
"Katie... I think." Both boys laughed.
Oliver sighed, "I don't know, man. Last time I checked she was traveling the country, being Hannah fucking Montana's personal assistant... or manager, or something."
"Wow," Ben nodded, impressed. "Must've taken a lot to get that job. I'd be Hannah Montana's personal assistant any day," Ben grinned, "If ya know what I mean."
Oliver forced a laugh, "You're a sicko."
"So, you're saying you wouldn't fuck Hannah Montana?" Ben asked, his eyebrows raised. "Girl's a dime piece."
"Yeah, yeah," Oliver rolled his eyes. He found nothing too spectacular about Hannah Montana, but maybe that has to do with that fact that she's actually his old friend, Miley Stewart.
"But, really man.." Ben started, and Oliver knew exactly what he was gonna say. He's heard it all before. "You need to move on. It's been-"
"-Two years, I know." Oliver snapped. Ben sighed. "I get this god damn lecture every couple of months, and does anything change?!"
Ben shook his head, "No, I guess not."
"And it's not gonna," Oliver let out a loud groan, "Especially if you keep bringing it up!"
"Don't put this on me!" Ben defended, "You're the one prancing around, picking up any fucking girl with blond hair and blue eyes." Ben nodded as Oliver's eyes widened, "Yeah, you think I don't see? They may look like her, Oliver, but they're not her. Stop fucking pretending and get your head straight."
Oliver snorted, "You're telling me me to get my head straight?! The reason she left was because of you!"
Ben stopped, his whole body still. "My fault?" He said sharply, but quietly. "I didn't make you smoke, I didn't make you drink, and I sure as hell didn't make you lose her. That's all your fault, buddy."
"Shut up," Oliver spat. "Just get out of my house."
"My fucking pleasure," The door slammed on the way out, as Oliver fell back down on his couch. And he knew he shouldn't, but it became like a habit now. He hated these moments; These moments when he reached the bottom. And she's gone, she's been gone for a while, so who's there to stop him now? He lit up, and smoke engulfed his small apartment.
Boston, Massachusetts, 10:34 am.
"Mi- Hannah," Lilly caught herself, which was probably the billionth time she has done that since they were thirteen, and took a deep breath. She was scrolling through her blackberry, checking and re-checking Hannah Montana's time schedule. "Remember, you have to call into to Kiss FM for an interview at three o'clock, okay?"
Miley nodded the best she could as she being pampered with loads upon loads of make-up.
"And," She started, "You have sound check at four thirty, so make sure that interview doesn't go for too long."
"Lilly, I'm not gonna stay on the phone for an hour and a half with them.." She laughed, and Lilly rubbed her temples in aggravation. She was never good at organization, it stressed her out.
"I'm just making sure." Lilly stated, "Everything needs to go perfectly, okay? The concert starts at seven, not seven-thirty, little miss 'I think I'll be late for my Madison Square Garden concert'"
Miley rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on! That was one time!"
Lilly stared at her friend, unamused. "Just, don't be late, okay?"
Miley sighed, "Okay, okay."
"Oh, and-" Before Lilly could rant some more, and before Miley could even fit in a frustrated groan, Lilly's phone went off. And surprisingly, it was her phone, not her special 'Hannah Montana assistant' blackberry.
She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as she read the caller I.D. "Do you know whose number this is?" She asked Miley, placing the phone in front of her face.
Miley shrugged, "No, but it's a Malibu area code. Probably your mom or something."
Lilly shook her head, "I think I would know my mom's number." She defended.
Miley sighed, "Just answer it!"
Lilly rolled her eyes and reluctantly flipped open her old silver phone, "Hello? Yeah, this is her.." Her face suddenly became a sickly color pale, and fell back a few steps until she found her way to the couch.
Miley stared at her in confusion, "Lilly, who is it?"
No answer.
"Lilly?" Miley pressed. Still no reply.
"Sorry, I need to step outside.." Lilly said, making her way through the crowd of Hannah Montana's crew and workers.
"Why on Earth are you calling me?" Lilly snapped into the phone as she regained her posture.
The boy on the other end sighed, "I just thought.."
"Thought what?! I'd really like to know what reason you have to butt into my life right now when things are finally going good and-"
"I'm sorry, okay!?" She heard shuffling on the other end, "I thought, maybe.. If you could give the kid some closure, that'd he'd.. I don't know.. move on."
"Ben, listen.." Lilly sighed, "It's been two years.. I'm sure we've both moved on."
Ben laughed bitterly on the other end, "Yeah, maybe you've moved on."
Lilly sighed impatiently. This was way too much for her too handle at the moment. "You're just being dramatic. Go.. I don't know.. smoke a blunt and relax."
Ben stifled a laugh on the other end, "I can't believe you just said that."
"What?!" She defended, "Or did you suddenly get a revelation and stop being a pothead in the two years since I've seen you?"
"Well, no.."
"Didn't think so," She smirked.
Ben sighed, "Just talk to him?"
"Absolutely not." She said sternly.
"Give me one good reason."
"Oh, you want a reason?" Lilly said, placing her hands on her hip and making her attitude apparent in her voice, "Because he's an asshole,I'm over it, I'm doing good for myself, and I'm in a great relationship with a stable man that doesn't lie to me and cause me the greatest friggin' heart break that a human being can possible feel!" She shouted, catching her breath as she finished.
"...I said one reason." Lilly groaned, "But!" Ben tried to save himself, "Those were all valid points.. So, who's this guy?"
"His name is Mr. Blackberry and I advise you to hang up your phone right now because I'm currently in Boston, and excuse me if I'm wrong, but I doubt that your bill covers long-distance calls."
"Like.." Ben began, "Boston.. Massachusetts?"
Lilly rolled her eyes, "No, the other Boston." She snapped.
"Alright, alright."
"And yet you're still here.."
Ben murmured something on the other line, then shouted: "Dammit!"
Lilly sighed, not interested in what issues Ben was under-going. "Okay, fine, I'll hang up."
"Wait!"
Dial tone.
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Just something new I'm working on.. I have so many ideas lately, I need to contain myself from posting too many stories, haha :)
Anyways, tell me how you like this so far. I'm not sure how I feel about this idea. It's kind of a touchy subject to me, but it makes it that much easier to write.