R&R! kinda boring (sry) but important

The house was strange to me now, I remembered skating up the drive to visit my' best friend', this seemed like so long ago. I began to reconsider my' revenge ' but now I was curious. How has this house changed? What made Miley change so drastically? What if the answer lie in this very house?

My knocks sounded so far off and I waited a long time before Robby Ray finally opened the door. It was all I could do to keep from gasping. He was practically faded around the edges.

"Lily, what nice surprise." I smelled a mixture of various liquor on his breath and almost started coughing.

"He-Hey Mr. Stewart. Umm Miley invited me over so ca- can I come in?"

"Course you can. You're always welcome here." He slouched away from the door, it was almost sad. He was unshaven and his hair was a mess. His clothes smelled lie smoke and booze. The house was not the same. I had never felt…. unsafe… in this house before. I almost turned to leave when Miley came down the stairs and spotted me in the doorway. Her mouth dropped. My rage grew stronger and I smiled teasingly at her.

"Lily, what a nice surprise" she said uncomfortably although her eyes screamed with confidence Who the fuck do you think you are?!

"Lily said you invited her over this afternoon, did you forget?" Robby said without interest. He lit a cigarette while her gaze continued to pierce me.

"Dad please, not in the house. No I didn't forget I was just expecting her later." her eyes flicked to her father and she smiled. He put out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table and coughed several times before nodding at Miley.

"Lily," Miley said drawing my attention away from the pathetic man. "Why don't we go upstairs?" I nodded, a little afraid. This was not the same house and these were not the same people but I still didn't understand why I was physically afraid of her. I followed her up the flight of stairs, surprised at how well she could dash up them in 4-inch heels and tight denim mini skirt.

Once we reached her room, she closed the door behind us and turned ferociously to me.

"What the hell are you playing at?!"

"Oh I just thought I'd stop by you know check on the family, see how things are going.'

"Well, now that you know, you can leave." She stepped out from in front of the door with her arms folded across her tight, low cut, halter top that showed her belly-button underneath.

"Hmmm, thanks but I think I'll stick around a bit longer to…observe. " I didn't know where this confidence was coming from and would have gladly left at that moment but I stood my ground, also folding my arms across my chest.

Looking slightly defeated, she unfolded her arms and walked past me, not looking at me. I watched as she walked over to her bed side table and set two pictures, that I could not see, face down on the wood. She turned back to me, again piercing me with her gaze.

"What exactly did you hope to accomplish from coming here? Trying to get some dirt on me? Hmm? Good luck, after today no one will give a fuck what you say about me." She smirked cruelly at me, expecting me to lash out, when I did not, we stood in uncomfortable silence.

"Why did you turn those pictures over? What don't you want me to see?" Miley stiffened a bit before she spoke.

"That is none of your business."

"That never used to stop you from telling me something."

"That was then." she said "And now is now."

"So?"

"Things have changed. For the better I think." she was trying to gain superiority again by being a bitch.

"The only thing that's changed is you. I'm still trying to figure out why."

"Like I said, it's not your problem."

"I think it is." I was lost as to where this false confidence was coming from. This was not the plan I had in mind. I wasn't going to argue, I didn't know what exactly I was planning on doing but I knew I wasn't going to argue with her. "You have hurt me in unimaginable ways because of how you changed so yeah, I think it is my problem." She looked surprised and angry. She also looked lost for words.

"If you were having problems, you could've talked to me and you knew that."

"You wouldn't have understood, and It is not your problem!"

"I still would have tried to help even I I didn't understand. That's what friends do."

"Well that's your problem right there. You are so convinced that I ever gave a damn about you, I don't so just leave!" I felt tears start to well up in my eyes so I pushed past her quickly so she wouldn't see me and ran out of the house. I felt defeated, school would be hell tomorrow. God I hate my life.