I'm also putting out a new chapter for 'Friends For Love' my other Liley fic.

I know it has been quite some time since I've updated, but I hope ya'll are pleased with the new installment. P.S. there will be another one in like two days, who knows with my accounting homework. lol but it will definitely be less than a week.

This chapter is about Lilly's past and the creation of their relationship.

4 years ago(It's around 4 AM and Lilly is coming home from the club)

I open the door to my apartment barely sober enough to stand. I take a step forward but fall back slightly, which conveniently closes my door. I really keep trying to walk straight but my body is on a whole other level of high. I went out with people I probably shouldn't have started hanging around to begin with.

They were what I liked to call bored kids. They weren't necessarily from bad families or bad kids, they were just always bored, thus the name. And bored kids are the easiest to influence and the kids most likely to pick up a really bad drug habit. I was never a bored kid, I don't spend all of my time trying to waste time, I just on occasion need to forget all of the bullshit my life is sitting on. Everything I was doing was just completely dumb and stupid and all I kept waiting for is some one to stop me. Some one to say 'Lilly, What are you doing? Stop.' But no. Skipping classes, going to classes high or drunk, spending all the money to my name on weed, liquor, and coke. Partying until it was time to party again. Just bullshit.

And in the brief moments of clarity I had, I would feel the utter and complete feeling that I was alone. Miley called once every two weeks, sometimes and Oliver called almost once a day for a while and now knew what I was doing. My sister would email me not realizing my Internet bill hadn't been paid for months. I was glad my utilities were included in my rent so I didn't smell and live like a complete addict.

But now I wanted another fix my high was fading and I wasn't going be able to sleep if I didn't get another hit. I throw my clutch on the floor and fall to the ground. I lay there for a second, trying to make my eyes not see double. Like usual, I get angry and this time I turn over my coffee table getting myself up from the floor. I rub my nose and make my way towards the kitchen. I open most of the drawers until I find my razor. Now the search was for my stash. I check all of my pockets, slowly retrieving the small baggie from my back pocket. A small smile must be creeping on my face as I pour the contents carefully onto my kitchen counter. I pick up the razor and start cutting it up then making two lines. I brace myself knowing hitting for the third time tonight wasn't a good idea. Not like the first two times were either. I steady myself against the counter then…I remember seeing the coke was gone and trying to get to the bathroom…and then it was black.


Trying to open my eyes all I could see was complete white. I thought I was dead. My head started to throb and I thrash with pain. All of a sudden the white starts to part into shapes and I feel some one grabbing and holding my arm and calling for a nurse. They let go of me and I can now see…Miley? Her eyes are wet and my brain can't comprehend why, I then realize I am in a hospital. Things are still fuzzy as what I can tell is a nurse, is trying to ask me something. I close my eyes then slowly open them. Everything getting clearer now a doctor and two nurses are surrounding me. I look around them to see Miley crying. My heart begins to feel…like it was broken and poisoned. The doctor flashes a light in front of my eyes, I bat it away, and I try to get out of the bed. They grab me and stare at me.

"Do you know what your name is?" he asks and I actually have to think for a second.

"Lilly, Lilly Truscott" I say trying to calm down.

"Do you know where you are?" he asks me but I keep looking for Miley.

"A hospital?" I say as a question.

"Lilly, Lilly?" he asks repeatedly for me to look at him.

I turn my attention towards him. He's thirtyish tan with big blue eyes and super short hair.

"You overdosed. You are at Seaview Hospital. You were in a coma for about 36 hours. We need to know what you did the other night."

My first reaction was to lie. You know defend myself but I look at him then slowly look over to see Miley with a worried expression, one arm wrap around her waist and her other hand playing with collar of her shirt.

"I didn't….I, I just…" raspily comes out of my mouth as a nurse quickly gets a cup of water bringing it to my lips. I swallow and feel a shooting pain in my head. "My head. My head is killing me." I say grabbing my head with both of my hands.

"Lilly?" he says to get my attention, "We are not giving you pain killers because you're tox screen came back with an unusually high count of opiates and other pain relievers." He says too calmly staring at me with no pity. "Do you remember what you took the other night?"

I let out a long breathe and look down at my hands.

"It's better if we know exactly what you did so we can aid in your recovery."

My brain is killing me so badly I can barely make out what he's trying to say to me. I lean my head back against my pillow.

Miley leaves the room.

Another shooting pain travels through my head and drains in my heart.

Miley POV:

The pain of seeing Lilly is too much. Her confused weaken state makes her unrecognizable to the Lilly I love. The guilt of not being able to be there for her. To make the effort to comfort her. It made me feel just as helpless, that confused.

Somebody stops me in the hall by wrapping his arms around me. My knees crumble and my eyes relinquish any strength they had holding back my tears. He kneels not being able to hold himself up as well. I can feel his tears but he doesn't sob like my body does. We part slightly allowing me to notice its Oliver. Both of us having nothing to say and no idea what to do.

"She's…" I say.

"Yeah…" he replies.

We embrace each other again.

"Um…vodka…a vicodin, um…some weed…." I say every single word covered in my own disappointment.

"Is that everything?" he asks already knowing the answer is 'no'.

"More vodka and,… and coke." Barely letting coke audibly get out of my lips.

"Anything else?" he asks like he's pissed off, but to be honest I was pissed off at myself. I still wanted the drugs though. I'm starting to think I didn't actually see Miley, that maybe I was just hallucinating.

"No…" I state looking at the room's door.

"Look we need to know what you…" he says in the same tone.

"I told you already." I say honestly. He gives me a look.

"Your drug panel revealed that you had…" he continues looking at what I assume is my folder.

"If you already know then why are you asking me! You already think I'm fucking lying!" I yell, making my head hurt even more, making me lash back against my bed. "God, you can't give me a Tylenol!"

"As I said, your tox screen revealed…" he says in that same annoyed tone.

"Thank you!" I say contentiously raising myself and pointing at the folder, "I know that says I was high and doped and above the legal alcohol limit. I know!" I finish laying back down.

"I am not the one who passed out nor am I the person you should be yelling at. I go through hundreds of cases like you in weeks. I also know your head is in splitting pain because you did a lot more coke then you told me you did. I also know that you waited between smoking weed and popping pain pills and snorting coke. I also know you are going to tell me you are not addicted and can stop any time. And with what appears to be your tolerance, I highly doubt that you aren't. Now, are you going to answer me honestly or would you like to detox from your shitty habits without any medical assistance?" he says getting right in my face. I look away from him.

He keeps looking at me.

"I think…I think that night, I wasn't sure what the pills were. I took them anyway. My friends wanted to smoke so I took a couple hits, later I did the coke and then did some when I got home. " I say looking back up to him.

He finishes writing and then leaves the room. My meal comes and after barely eating anything I fall asleep.

I wake a look around. I could see a woman staring out the window in my room it must be late afternoon. She turns toward me, it's Miley. Ours eyes meet. She shuffles to the side of my bed and pulls a seat closer. She places her hands on my left hand and her face is held with a frown and her eyes glossy and red.

I lay my head back down, staring at my hand in hers.

Miley POV:

"Are you okay?" I ask knowing the second those words left my mouth that it was a dumb question. She just smiles at me and nods a slight yes.

The nurse comes in and puts the food down. She looks at me, "Could you make sure she eats more than half of this?"

I look at Lilly who looks angry at herself then I stumble a response out, "Yeah…sure"

Lilly eats the orange slices and a fourth of the sandwich, which obviously is not enough. She doesn't look at me. She just stares off in any direction I am not.

"Come on, you got to eat more." I say. She picks up her sandwich and takes a bite. She finishes the whole sandwich. Sucks down her whole apple juice cup and even eats a one of the cookies.

I just got into town when Oliver called me frantically. I got here as soon as the ambulance arrived. The stretcher holding a pale, sweaty, and overdosed Lilly. I remember stupidly asking Oliver 'What happened to her? Was it dehydration or something?' and him looking at me 'They say it might be, that it was drugs.' He replied his eyes worried on Lilly.

After they had stabilized her she fell into a coma. Oliver stayed while I tried to get in contact with Lilly's sister. Oliver hadn't said a word, he sat at Lilly's bed side and I sat there too. I sent Oliver to get some sleep and maybe some clothing for Lilly. I thought it was better considering he looked like he was about to lose it, not like I was any better. Then she woke.

"Lilly?" I ask wanting her attention, while it was still just her and me. I move the eating table away from her lap and take her hand in mine.

"Miley." She says looking at me. My eyes lighting up and my heart straying from the pain but then she says, "don't" releasing her hand from mine, shaking her head side to side.

"Lilly…" I say almost crying. Come on Miley don't.

"Just go." She says coldly.

"I'm not going anywhere." I say now crying, looking at Lilly's face. She looked angry. Her hair was oily and her frame scrawny.

"Stop crying." She says looking back at me but not directly in my eyes.

"Wha…Lilly, can you just tell me?" I say trying to control myself but finding it nearly impossible.

"Tell you what!?" she says now looking at me with firey eyes. "Now you want to know? What a great friend you are?!" I can see he head is starting to bother her again. She looks at the ceiling.

I say lowly sitting down, "I know, I know that I'm not exactly. That I haven't exactly been there. That I haven't cared enough. I'm sorry, I just…" her eyes tilt towards mine. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry this had to occur for me to…know. To know all of that, to know all of this." I finish without sobbing.

"I made a lot of mistakes." she lifts her head. "I don't know if I can change…or if I want to." She says honestly. My first reaction is to yell at her, to say things like, 'You want to overdose again! You're going to die! We can do this together.' But I refrain. I'm glad I do because she continues, "I know, what am I thinking?" she smiles, "I need help." She laughs to herself slightly, "I need a lot of help." I smile a sad smile back at her. "Before I say this,…I just want you to know…I love you."

She didn't tell me anything about what drugs she took, what drugs she took, why she did them. She just told me she needed to get better and that she had to do it by herself. To which I contested but then she told me we would both be better this way. I contested again but then Oliver entered, she told him and he also contested. Oliver and I last saw her boarding a plane to Massachusetts to live with her sister while in treatment. We asked her to keep in contact but she didn't.

Eight Months Later

(Miley sits at a L.A. café in her blend-in clothing, which consist of a UCLA bruins blue sweatshirt with black skinny jeans and black flops. In her over sized Marc Jacobs sunglasses, she sips her coffee at an outside table writing down some new lyrics.)

Miley POV:

A couple members of the UCLA lacrosse team enter the café with who I can only assume are their girlfriends. It was hard for me to see couples even if they were straight couples. My first girlfriend broke up with me for…get this, not being gay enough. Well that wasn't exactly the reason, but I guess I kind of saw her point along with the fact she hated how often I was gone and the whole Hannah Montana thing. So I guess if you wanted to boil it down, our break up was mostly about me.

Two tables in front of me appears a gorgeously tanned, black haired girl in basketball shorts, a white tank with a black hoodie with fake Dolce & Gabana sunglasses. Not that I'm saying anything, I mean they're nice, I guess. I slightly shorter blonde comes out with two drinks and a bottle of water. She had straight-legged black work slacks on with a red 'Yeah Yeah Yeahs' concert tee. My phone vibrates; I check it to see its Oliver asking me to go with him to a new Hollywood club. I just put it down and decide to respond later. The blacked haired runs her hand up and down the blondes arm and whispers in her ear. Great…another couple…a hot gay couple. Double sad face. I try to write something after my slight stalking.

You're everything to me, you're everything I need, now in love I beleive… wow that's not cliché. Double cross out.

After five minutes like that I find myself writing the word 'fail' all over my page.

I look up to see the blonde walking towards me, oh god, hopefully they don't know who I am. I try to look like I'm really into my writing.

"Hey, I know this is a little weird but…I noticed you have a blackberry and my batts running low, you wouldn't happen to have your charger on you. I promise I won't steal it, I just have work after this and…are you alright?" she stops.

No way that's Lilly. It's just a coincidence she sounds and is the relative size and shape of the Lilly you know/knew. I can feel my jaw is almost on the floor as I ask my voice thrown slightly, "Lilly?"

"Um.. yeah, Do we have a class together?" she asks smiling.

Without any regard I get up and hug her. I hug her tightly not wanting to ever let go. I take off her sunglasses and look into her eyes and hug her again. Her girlfriend has gotten up and stands besides her looking pissed but before either of them say anything I take off my glasses and let my hair down.

Her girlfriend says "Oh my god." While Lilly seems in complete shock. And I can't tell if it's exactly a good shocked.

"Miley…" she says with a slight smile. Her girl friend looks to her, "You know Miley Stewart?!? Way to tell me." She jokes, but Lilly's eyes are stuck on me.

Lilly turns to her girlfriend, "Hey, could you give us a second? Please?" she asks and "sure." she politely retracts back to their table.

Lilly goes back to shocked mode as I figure it's my turn to speak.

"You look great Lilly." I say smiling. "How are you?"

"Miley" she shakes her head in disbelief, "Oh my god. I mean, thanks." She says blushing. Her face stays stuck in shock. "I'm good, back in school. No drugs. Six months." She says kind of saddened that it isn't eight months coming out of her mouth. "You're here." She says smiling and from what I can tell, getting a little glassy eyed.

"Yeah" I say in my own state of disbelief. I hug her again. This time a little more intimate. "I'm so happy you're doing well. I'm proud of you." I say looking her in the eyes for her to know I mean every word.

"Thanks." She says it like she doesn't deserve it.

"Do you think maybe…I can come back into your life?" I ask kind of worried about the answer. Her face stays fallen.

"I think I kind of need you…back in my life." She states. Her face looks as if it was recounting our last encounter. It makes me go back as well and remember the utterly cold feeling I had not knowing and wondering if she was alright.

I start up the convo again, "Who's she?" I ask trying not to sound jealous…not that I am, why should I be.

"Megan." She says looking back at Megan smiling and waving.

"Girlfriend?" I ask, knowing I maybe shouldn't get so quizzical seeing her for the first time in nearly a year. But I still have so many questions.

"Uh, not really." She says looking down.

"Really?" I ask confused cause they had just looked quite cuddly.

"She has a girlfriend…we're kind of just sleeping together…yeah" she says kind of embarrassed, which is kind of cute.

"Oh…" I state. Awkward. Although it could be worse, I guess.

"Is it true? I don't know, I read somewhere online that you're like…gay." It is cute how she whispers the last part and her face kind of scrunches up.

I nod a yes and look at Megan, "I see you still are." I say joking, trying to keep the conversation light. She lets out a laugh as well after scratching her head.

"I did not see that coming or slash being true." She says not to insult, we both laugh.

"Yeah…Maybe, I mean I don't know if you'd want to maybe hang out and catch up tonight, or something?" I ask because there were a lot of other things I needed to say and hear. This wasn't where and what I wanted and needed to know from her.

"Uh, yeah maybe we could go to your place? I have a dorm." She asks shyly.

"Yeah, yeah totally." I give her my number. "Seven good?"

"Yeah, that sounds great." She says smiling looking down at her phone.

"I'll make dinner." I say maybe too excited. I calm it down nad I pick up my coffee and pad. "Just call me and I'll give you the directions and stuff." She nods. I grin wider, "Alright…I'll talk to you later." We hug and release.

"Yeah."

I wave to Megan. "Bye Megan, Lil." And walk away. As I do I hear Megan squeal. Her squeal makes me feel good but as soon as it fades I feel the nerves creep up on me.

I was going to be alone with Lilly for the first time in eight months. A Lilly who had been away because of drugs. The Lilly who had previously overdosed on drugs.

Tonight is either going to fill my void or push her further away, keeping her eight months plus away from me. I will do anything for that not to happen.

And I think that's why I should put off telling her I've become completely in love with her.

Whoah that was long.

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