My disclaimer still stands.

Mikayla's POV

I've been awake for an hour. Miley is still asleep. Yesterday was definitely eventful. It's pretty normal though. I understand that she's hurting. About four months ago I realized something. Miley intentionally hurts herself, not physically, but emotionally and mentally. The worst part, I think she likes it. It's like she enjoys hurting herself.

It's a game to her. In her own sick twisted way, it's fun. I won't lie, it can make you feel better, but why not just get rid of it all together so you'll never have to hurt?

I've lost count of how many times Miley called me, locked in the bathroom, saying we was gonna kill herself.

Flashback

"I can't do this anymore Micky, I can't. It hurts so bad."

" Miley, don't do this! Just, stay on the phone with me! Do not hang up!" I heard the line go dead. Two minutes later, I was at her house. I burst through the front door and flew up to her room. I was greeted by her locked bathroom door.

"Miley, sweetie, please open the door." I knew she was serious about this, but she wouldn't do it unless she said goodbye to me first.

I know, why call the only person who would run seven red lights, run over two squirrels, drive through six of the neighbors front yards, and drive thirty miles over the speed limit, to save her. It isn't the same kind shit she pulls. She doesn't call me like this just to feel like someone cares, she calls me because she cares that I know that she values me before she dies.

"Fuck Miley, open the door!" There wasn't a sound. Oh my god. She did it. No no no no no! I can't handle it. I can't lose her.

In all my rage, I kicked the door as hard as I could. The door was almost knocked of the hinges. I killed it. I kicked the door in. I didn't know I could do that. Oh wait, what am I doing! I'm here grinning like an idiot for creatively opening a door and Miley is probably dead! Way to go Mikayla!

I shoot into the bathroom expecting a bloody mess but find a perfectly clean bathroom. I hear a sniffle and let out a huge breath.

I turn to see her, curled up, hiding in the space beneath the sink. She has a razor in her right hand ready to pierce her left wrist. She's looking at me with a great amount of shock and confusion. Oh yeah, the door.

Now she looks scared. There's a hint of determination in her eyes. Shit. I have to be careful. I don't want to scare her. I kneel down so I'm eye level with her. She has tears pouring from her eyes.

"Hey sweetie, what are you doing with that?"I say that as sweet as possible, trying to hide the panic in my voice. I can't be blunt with her. I can't just walk up to her and say, "Holy shit Miley! You're trying to kill yourself! Man you're fucked up!" Of course I would never say that though.

"I-I can't do it!" She finally starts crying hysterically and tosses the razor across the bathroom, barely missing me, might I add. She throws herself in my arms and cries.

End Flashback

She never told me what happened. The only things she tells me about Lilly is either how amazing she was or that she killed her. She won't tell me how she "killed" her.

She always wonders why I stick around. Why I save her. Honestly, Lilly knew. I'm in love with Miley Stewart. I was in love with Miley, and Lilly knew that. After school one day, Lilly dragged me into the parking lot. She looked me dead in the eye and told me that lying was not in my best interest with her.

She asked if I was romantically in love with Miley. I said yes. The next question confused me and caught me way off guard. She asked me if I ever thought about Miley during… private times. Yeah, I know. I said yes. I most certainly wasn't gonna lie after the look she was giving me.

After my response her look softened. If I was her, hearing that someone else was having dirty thoughts about my girlfriend, I would have punched them. I wouldn't want anyone thinking about slamming Miley up against her bedroom wall, ripping her shirt off, sucking those perfectly round b-WHOA, slow down there Mikayla…

Oh shit… yeah, pretty sure I'm wet… that's not gonna suit well with Miley. Anyway… Lilly just made it known that Miley was hers. She started talking about all of Miley's qualities and the cute things she does. I had no clue that Miley did half the things that Lilly talked about and Lilly knew that.

She talked about her love for Miley. How she was going to marry her one day. They would find a way to have the most beautiful kids.

I started to cry. Their love was so pure. I felt like an asshole for even trying to get Miley to like me. Lilly, seeing my reaction to her talk, put her arms around me. She was trying to make me feel somewhat loved rather than stupid. I apologized to her. I realized I could never have Miley. I would never be able to love her. So I backed off, which was her mission.

Two years later, Lilly died and that was that. Exactly two weeks before she died, she proposed to Miley. I wasn't happy when Lilly died. I was sad. She may have told me to back off but I still liked her. Miley, well, she's Miley. Were doing good, I'm not gonna go messing it up telling her that I've been madly in love with her since before she met Lilly. Hell, Miley thinks I've gone strait.

Speaking of being strait, Miley's dad in an ass. Sure, he forgave her for "killing" Lilly but since then he forbids her to be gay. He says a man is harder to kill. If he knew she was still gay he'd kill her. That's partly why he hates me. He allows me to be with her but if he thinks were getting too close, he kicks me out. He never knew that during those times I would sneak in through Miley's window.

With that last thought I hear Miley stir. It is now that I realize what position where in. She's completely on top of me. Her head is on my chest but what I notice is that her thigh is between my legs as mine is hers. The slight pressure from the weight of her leg doesn't make it any better.

"Morning," she says. I smile. I love her voice. The simplest word makes me smile. Then I remember, I should say something back. It needs to be smooth and mature so she won't know what I was thinking.

"Good morning", I say. Smooth? Mature? I'm an idiot.

She shifts a little bit then I hear her say, "Micky?" Oh wait, that's my name.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"Why is my thigh wet?" With that, I say nothing.

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So, now you get to know what's going on in Mikayla's head. She's definitely more laid back and a bit of a horndog. I know I'm not moving very fast yet, I felt that you need to know them before we go anywhere. Yes, eventually you'll find out what happened to Lilly and you'll get to meet Miley's dad. Till then, press the pretty review button.

A.Y.P.