Lily looked out of the window of the plane in a foul mood. She hated lying to anyone, especially Miley.

Miley, Lily thought longingly, though her Miley was sitting right next to her.

Stop! Lily scolded herself.

She's not your Miley, and you don't want her to be. You love Oliver, just get over it.

She also hated lying to herself. She knew deep down that she had some unresolved issues with her and Miley's friendship.

They were crazy close, some people (Oliver) even said they were too close. He was joking of course, but every time he said the thought popped into her head.

Or not close enough.

"Lills?" Miley waved her hand in front of Lily's face, pulling her out of her reverie.

Lily turned to see the angel she was lucky enough to call a best friend and immediately looked away, caught off guard; seeing her face reminded her of the lies she had told her earlier that afternoon.

*Flashback

Lily bounced into the bathroom humming under her breath. She stopped when she saw two girls making out on top of the washbasin area. She looked from one to the other, embarrassed. They didn't say anything, so she continued with her little Prada suitcase, a birthday gift from "Hannah", towards a stall.

"Hey, why don't you join us?" One girl said, smirking.

"Uh, sorry, I have a boyfriend." Lily said, slightly emphasising the word "boy".

"Oh come on Lola, that mike guy? Everyone knows he's just a beard." The same girl said, still smirking infuriatingly.

"Yeah, even though he can barely grow a moustache", The other girl said nastily.

Lily was startled they knew her name, let alone her boyfriend's hair- growing habits.

"Uh, excuse me?" She said carefully.

The two girls looked at each other mischievously, and hopped off the surface. Lily grew wary.

"Relax, we read a lot of gossip. But honey, we can show you a better time than any boy, that's just in our nature. But you know that, being BFFs with Hannah and all" The first girl said, walking towards her and pushing her hair back.

Lily wanted to back away and abandon her toilet trip, but something, a burning curiosity held her there, under the spell of these two acne- ridden teenage girls.

The girl slid her hands round Lily's waist and down to the waistband of her red skinny jeans. She teased Lily, not really doing anything, until she suddenly ripped at her top, willing it to come off. Something snapped inside and Lily regained her senses, backing away quickly.

"Oh not so fast straight girl" The girl said with the same horrible smirk underneath her smudged neon pink lip gloss. She had a gleam of something else in her eye too, Lily thought she could see menace in the mix. Two other girls came out of a cubicle holding hands. What the hell was this? She started to rush backwards towards the door, but the other girl had got behind her and she tripped over her feet.

She landed on the floor, her bag spilling everywhere. She tried to clear it up but the first girl kicked her bag away. Lily had had it now and was about to give the girl a piece of her mind, or her fist, but then she saw Miley appear through the white washed oak door.

Miley.

*End flashback

"Lily, are you ok? You're not still upset about those girls are you?"

Lily smiled. She was glad for the twin- like telepathy she and Miley had, but even more glad that she couldn't know exactly what she was thinking.

"I'm fine." Lily eventually replied, taking Miley's hand.

Lily fought back a gasp as the addictive electric current Miley gave her flowed through her. She dropped her hand.

Lily sighed. This was going to be a long flight.