This chapter has overlapping parts of last chapter but it's still an important part of the whole story :) Thanks to everyone who is reading. I would really appreciate some feedback, I need all the motivation I can get!


[Lilly's POV]

Every time I think of you,

I always catch my breath.

And I'm still standing here,

And you're miles away,

And I'm wondering why you left...

My head and my heart are on two different pages. My head says, "Give up, she's never going to forgive you," but my heart tells me, "Keep trying, you love her way too much to walk away without a fight." I'm not quite sure if there's even anything left to fight for. What's the point in fighting a loosing battle? Miley has pretty much made it clear that she wants nothing to do with me; she decided to up and leave for six months and she won't answer my calls, not like I expected her to anyways.

Wait a minute... Miley won't answer my calls. A light bulb clicked in my head and I was on my way to Oliver's house before I had even developed a plan. I reached Oliver's in record time and frantically knocked on his door.

He opened the door, appearing somewhat shocked to see me. "Lilly you're here." He stated, receiving a nod in response. To anyone else it would have sounded stupid, but I knew why he had said it that way. Ever since I had found out that Miley left, I had locked myself in my apartment and refused to talk to anyone.

"I need to talk to Miley," I said, stepping through the door and closing it behind me.

"Have you tried calling her?" He asked, with a clueless look on his face. Any other time I would have smacked him for being such a dumb-ass, but I let it slide.

"Only like a thousand times," I replied.

He gave me a quizzical look. "Then how am I going to help?" He asked. I didn't answer, only stared back at him. I could see in his eyes that my words had started to click with him. "Oh no Lilly, I don't think that's such a good idea," He stated firmly.

"Oh c'mon Oliver. I need to talk to her. I have to explain things to her. Please? Just this once," I begged.

Oliver's expression softened and he couldn't ignore the desperation in my voice. "Fine, but what if she still won't talk to you?"

The thought had never occurred to me, and I didn't have a logical answer. What would I do? Definitely cry; then what? Would I do something extreme? I couldn't find a suitable answer so I just said, "I don't know."

Oliver seemed to understand what I was feeling and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Here," He said, handing me his phone.

I took the phone from him and clicked on Miley's name from his directory. The phone rang twice and still no answer. I was growing more anxious by the second. By the third ring, my hope had almost entirely depleted. And on the fourth ring, I knew this was a lost cause. Her voicemail picked up and my heart dropped into my stomach as I was forced to hang up the phone. I looked up to see Oliver giving me a sympathetic look. Just as I was ready to accept defeat, his phone vibrated in my hand. Miley was calling back!

My stomach did somersaults has I hastily grabbed the phone back and answered on the second ring, but no words left my mouth.

"Oliver?" I heard Miley say from the other side of the phone. Suddenly I was overcome with fear and didn't know what to say. Miley had called Oliver back, not me. I tossed the phone to Oliver and motioned for him to say something.

"Miley?" He said, checking to see if she was still on the line.

Oliver put his cell on speaker just in time for me to hear Miley sadly say, "Hey."

I moved closer to where Oliver was standing. It hurt even more to hear Miley's beautiful voice in such a sad tone, and to know that it was all my fault. Oliver looked at me as if asking me what I should say. I mouthed 'talk to her' and then shrugged my shoulders.

"So um, how are you holding up?" He asked.

"I... don't really know," Miley answered, and even through the phone I knew that she was holding back tears.

Oliver switched into best friend mode, "I'm really sorry Miley, for everything, really." I knew he meant what he said and I was grateful that he didn't feel like he was trapped in between us.

Miley already had a response prepared, "Oliver really I don't blame you. I guess I was kinda mad that you didn't tell me, but that doesn't matter now. It should have never happened in the first place, then there'd be nothing to tell."

I looked to the ground. Miley was right. It should have never happened, and then we wouldn't be in this mess.

Oliver didn't look for me to give him his next words, but I wish he had said anything else, "She's really upset Miles." My head shot up and I gave Oliver a horrified look, and he returned it, knowing he had said the wrong thing. "I mean-," He tried to rephrase his words but Miley began practically shouting into the phone.

"She's upset? After what she done to me, she's upset? She has no idea what that word means. She broke my heart Oliver, smashed it into too many pieces to pick up," Miley's voice came out angry, but I knew she was more hurt than mad.

Tears began to pool in my eyes at hearing her sound so broken. Oliver looked at me and I turned my head, hoping he hadn't seen the tears threatening to spill.

"I'm sorry Miley, I didn't mean to say it the way it came out. Its just, she really is worried about you and I know she's tried to call several times," He offered up.

"Tell her her concern is not needed. I would like my space from her so it would help if she would quit calling because I am not going to answer," Miley said, harshness evident in her voice.

I don't deserve a kind word from her, but hearing her say that now, in such a harsh tone, is worse than any punishment I could ever imagine. Miley had shattered any hope I still had of talking to her in a single sentence.

Oliver looked at me as if to say 'sorry' and I nodded. "I'll tell her. Can I still call?" He asked.

The other end of the line was silent and I was suddenly fearing that this would be the last time I ever heard Miley's voice. I held my breath, waiting for her response, "Yes, you can. But, you had better not let Lilly call from your phone or I will not answer your calls anymore either, understand?"

I let out a small sigh, hoping that Miley hadn't heard it. Oliver again looked at me for a response. I mouthed 'okay', although I was anything but "okay", I was falling apart.

"Okay Miley, I won't. Take care of yourself okay? Just remember that you have people back home that care about you," Oliver said, including me without actually having to say it. I was thankful for that atleast.

"I will Oliver," Miley said, her tone dropping from anger to sadness again, "Right now it just hurts because I still love her. But whoever the girl was, I hope she was worth it because it has destroyed everything between me and Lilly."

My heart skipped a beat at hearing her say she still loved me, but then it felt as though it would stop beating altogether when she said the last bit. Everything in me wanted to speak up, to let Miley know I was on the other end of the phone; to let her know that I loved her and I was truly sorry for everything. I wanted so badly to make things better. But I remained silent because I knew if I wanted to know how she was, it would have to be through Oliver.

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better," Oliver said, looking truly saddened by the fact that both of his best friends were hurting so bad, and I hated myself further for putting Oliver in this situation.

"Tell me... Tell me everything will be okay in the end," Miley said weakly.

Both Oliver and I knew Miley too well to think that she'd listen to such a bullshit line. "Would you believe it if I told you that?" Oliver asked.

Miley let out a small laugh and it momentarily filled me with warmth to hear her beautiful laugh once again. "I guess you're right," She agreed, then added, "I should probably get some rest before my next concert."

"Okay, good luck. Oh and Miley, things will be okay ya know," He told her earnestly.

I heard Miley let out a shaky breath before responding, "Thanks for checking on me Oliver. I'll talk to you later."

I knew the conversation was drawing to a close so I quietly sat down on Oliver's couch and put my face in my hands. "Don't hesitate to call if you need me," Oliver said, hanging his phone up and putting it in his pocket.

I looked up to see him standing next to the couch, concern for me evident on his face. I no longer tried to conceal my tears as I let myself break down once again. Oliver immediately took the spot next to me and wrapped his arms around me, trying to comfort me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and he rested his head against mine, "I'm sorry Lil."

"I knew how this was gonna go. It's just entirely different to hear her actually say it," I confessed, through tears.

"What now?" He asked.

"I'll let her have her space," I reluctantly said, more tears making their way down my face. "But I will never stop loving her."

I sat in silence as Oliver held me, my head still resting on his shoulder. I could only hope that the future would offer up an opportunity to win Miley back. Even though I have no choice but to give Miley some space, under no circumstances do I intend to give up on her; on us. I'm sure Miley knows that, and I'm sure if she's really done with me, that she'll do anything she can to prevent me from talking to her. But Lilly Truscott has never been a quitter. I just pray that I can keep myself from falling apart.

And it's my heart that's breaking,

Down this long distance line tonight...


"Missing You" by John Wait

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