In A Blink Of An Eye
Chapter 2 – I Guess I Blinked
Rated - T

I thought we were perfect. Maybe it was just a dream, a really humongous fantasy dream, where it seemed so real, that when you wake up you have to find facts to prove it wasn't real.

That's what it seems like. Or maybe it was just a big, fat, ugly joke. Maybe every time they try to set me up with a date, they laugh at me when I turn it down. I can just hear Oliver now,

'She's not going to go on a date Lilly-bear, she wants you.'

And the reply from Lilly that makes me shudder every time I'm stuck in my room thinking about them,

'But she's never going to have me. I love you Ollie-poo!'

I groan loudly, almost snarling before sitting up and rapidly punching my pillow. It doesn't quite help, though.

You know, just because another, not as large opportunity opens, does not mean I have to lose the other opportunity I left behind.

It was only a month! One fucking month! ONE MONTH!

Why did she do this to me? One night, two perfect kisses. One month, one lost best friend. I play along; I even got to get back together because maybe she just wanted to kiss a girl. Just to see what it felt like. Maybe she was a little drunk from her date. Maybe she was lying to me the whole night, just to make me feel better and when I was out of the way, she made her move on the real best friend she wanted.

I'm beyond glad school is over with in one week. One week of pretending like my heart isn't broken. Just one week and then I'm gone for the summer, the whole goddamn summer.

Then they can laugh it off, have Loliver vacation time, while I'm partying in a different town each day and you know what the best part is? I'm planning on not telling them. I'm planning on waking up, getting on the Hannah tour bus, kissing L.A goodbye, then falling asleep again in my Hannah tour bus bed, smiling in my sleep.

Letting my fantasy run wild, pretending like they're actually going to be running around finding out where Jackson, Dad and I disappeared to, peering into an empty Stewarts' home with only the recently released poster sticking to our door.

But I know they won't even realize I'm gone for days.

So, I count down the hours until I can escape my rapidly deteriating life. Escape in to Hannah's rapidly growing life. Fame, fortune and screaming fans whole idol me… Hannah, because what I want is Lilly.

I stretch, changing into sweat pants, rolling up the bottoms, slipping on a tank top and planning on taking a leisurely walk on the beach, waiting for the call from my manager. Don't worry; I got my dad to okay it, already. Jackson doesn't know yet, but if he doesn't want to come, I'm sure I can still post my summer tour dates to my door and have him pointing and laughing in my fantasy dream thing where Lilly and Oliver find out I'm gone. I smirk, biting back a bit of dramatic maniacal laughter, when my features fall to a dead glare and frown when I find Lilly, who's arm is around Oliver's back, talking to my dad. A chill runs up my spine as I see that serious, we need to talk look on my father's face. He stops dead, after, like a minute of hushed whispering when he spots me glaring at him.

"Miles!" Both Lilly and Oliver turn around at the same time, Lilly's arm weirdly falling from it's place as she spots me. I clench my teeth at the worried looks on both their faces.

"You didn't…" He looked taken aback, probably from the glare burning a hole in his face and the way I practically spit out those two words.

"I thought they should know, I mean your going to be gone for 4 months-" I put my hand up, pinching my nose.

"I told you not to!" I spat, even icier at the ground.

"Mi-" Is all I heard before I spun around on my heel and walked out the back doors, slamming them hard and loud. I took off at a run down the beach, running as far as I could before I collapsed in the sand, my hands shaking, tears streaming down my face.

I could've pretended for one week, like I didn't love her. It would've been easier if she wasn't paying much attention to me, but the care in her voice, in the one syllable I heard before I sprinted out is going to make it much harder. She broke my heart, ripped into a million little pieces, stomped on it then had Oliver stomp on it.

I just don't understand what happened.