Dreamer.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hannah Montana or anything that has to do with it.
A.N: This is just an introduction and that's why it's so short, if there is a next chapter, it will be much much longer. (: All depends on if I get any positive feedback on this. This story doesn't really follow the storyline of the show at all, so don't expect it to.
Lilly's P.O.V-
My pulse quickened, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, going a million miles a minute. I could see nothing, no one, my body was overcome with cold sweats as I kept falling, just waiting for the impact of crashing down to kill me and stop this feeling; I was anxious for death. I felt gravity pulling me hard to the ground and the crash was inevitable now but before I could hit the ground, there was a flash, I saw only her face. "Miley!" I swung my upper body upwards abruptly as I screamed her name, I struggled to catch my breath as I realized it was just a dream, well, a nightmare. This was exactly the ninth time I've woken up screaming her name, the mute girl from my dreams with those piercing blue eyes. I've never met her in my life, I've never seen that beautiful face except for within the realms of my torturing mind. 'Miley,' could not even exist for all that I know, yet she consumes my mind and is quickly becoming an infatuation; it scares the shit out of me.
It's the third day of my summer vacation, I've finally graduated from High School but as always, something feels like it's missing. I just wish I could have that 'accomplished, complete' feeling that everyone else has right now. For me though, it's just not enough. I moved out of my moms house a few months ago, as soon as I turned eighteen, which means of course that I'm now living with my best friend Oliver, just like we'd planned since the age of ten. "Hey Lils, damn, wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?" I heard his smart-ass comment as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, I knew why he made that remark, I looked like a wreck, my hair was every where, under my eyes were dark and I was walking like a zombie. "Very funny, I just haven't gotten much sleep lately." Even though Oliver was my best friend, I haven't told him about these recurring dreams of mine, I was just so insecure about it, he would probably think I'm going crazy; but who knows, I actually might be. I could tell by the look on his face that he was curious, maybe even worried, and if I can't talk to my own best friend about this, who could I talk to? I needed to get it out, to have someone try and rationalize it for me, make me feel more sane but I just decided to ignore it for right now, maybe these dreams will just stop.
Miley's P.O.V-
I've been watching Lilly for a while now, and before you jump to conclusions and assume I'm some kind of stalker or serial killer, I'm not; in lack of better words, I am basically programmed to watch her, I have to make sure she is safe. A few months back, after the unexpected death of her mother, I was sent to watch over her, and anonymously help her through the healing process. That's right, I was sent, I'm not exactly what you would call human. I have the appearance of a human, but with perks, like how I'm physically flawless, both internally and externally; I'm the daughter of a god, Morpheus and an angel. That's where I inherited my ability to enter dreams, as I've been doing with Lilly. I haven't nearly mastered it yet though, I have little control, when my emotions are so fixated on one person, I'm dragged to their dreams. For some reason, this powerless, human girl has me too emotionally attached to her, even though she doesn't know me, I do know her; it's just a dangerous position, only once has a being of my kind ever truly loved a human, and from all of the stories I've heard, he was stripped from his abilities and immortality. As long as I don't make myself known to Lilly, I know I'll be strong enough to disregard these unwelcome feelings. Since I've been ordered to watch over Lilly, I've really done nothing but exactly that, my existence here, for now, revolves around that girl.
I kept my concentration directly on the road, watching from a nearby tree, sheltered by the leaves surrounding it as Lilly drove home, her usually rout from work. I was concentrating a bit more tonight though, knowing how clumsy humans are with the awareness of their surroundings, because it's snowing worse than it had this season. I leaned my head back against the bark of the tree and eased my concentration, she was close enough to home for me not to worry. Then it hit me, that discomfort in my chest, the sharpest pain you could experience; something was happening to Lilly.