Miley and I sat on my couch at home watching Full House reruns. She whimpered every so often, but tried not to cry. How could Oliver snap at her? Well, maybe he did have a right to, maybe she was wrong to do what she did, but Oliver was her's first.
"Miley it's ok, he's just a stupid jerk" I said, she shook her head. "That's not it Lilly, I don't care that he snapped at me, I care that he's right. How could I try to break him and Darlene up. Maybe I should back off, and let them be." Miley rested her head on my shoulder. I jerked it away, and stormed to the door, opening it, the turning around to confront her.
" No Miley, she's not right for him! You are! I don't care if you, and him, can't see it, I can! Doliver is a stupid name!! Moliver is just perfect!!" Miley sent me a sympathetic smile, and whispered "Lilly?" I shook my head "Don't! Why Miley? Why leave, when everything, just started to go well? When everything was perfect? How could you leave him!? He needed you Miley!! He missed you so much!!" And with that I slammed the door, and collapsed outside on my bench, and let the tears fall.
"Was it him who needed me, was it him who missed me so much? Or was it you?" I looked up, Miley stood in front of me. She was right, I always used him as an excuse, but it was me who needed her, and missed her. "I had no one to tell my deepest darkest secrets to, no one to get me involved in their hair brained schemes, I didn't have my best friend" She sat beside me, and I lay my head on her shoulder "Sure, there was Oliver, but he was a boy, I couldn't tell him my secrets. You know, when you and Oliver were dating, before you left, everyone would always ask me, doesn't it suck to be the third wheel? I'd have no idea what they were talking about. Nothing in the world made me happier then seeing the two of you together, my two bestest amigos. How could I be a third wheel? I was your sticky glue, that's what I always thought myself of. When Oliver had no clue what to get you for valentine's day, I took him out shopping to get you the perfect gift. We shopped, and ate, and talked about things we never imagined we could talk about, but we could, because of Moliver. When Oliver wanted to take you to a skateboarding competition, and you hadn't a clue about skating, you came to me. It was I, who spent all day teaching you the basics, and all night watching competitions on the TV with you. I got you interested in a sport we both thought you'd never be interested in, all because of Moliver. I need to be the ham in between the sandwich, the thing that keeps you together, I need to be your sticky glue. That's why I hate Darlene."
"I'm so sorry Lilly, so so sorry" Miley stood up and walked back inside, we both needed time alone.