A.N. We need to find a way to fool reality & go back to the way we used to be..

What the hell is that noise?

I was still asleep on the couch but was woken when I heard someone making a loud grunting, vomiting sound. I was laying on my stomach with my head facing the back of the couch, my eyes opened just a little then I turned my around to the direction of my bed. I was almost falling back asleep until I heard another groan. My eyes popped fully open in fear, quickly I pushed myself up and looked around the room.

Miley! I thought to myself.

I hurried out of the bed and ran to my bathroom where I found Miley's head in the toilet. I was standing in the doorway until I realized her hair was in the way. Gross. I walked over to her, knelt down and pulled her hair back from behind and put it into a sloppy pony tail. I felt her jump a little from my touch but then she relaxed.

"I'll go get a towel." I said.

She nodded while still clutching her hands on the toilet. I went to the closet in the hallway to get a towel so she could wipe herself off. Once I got back into the bathroom, I ran the towel under the sink with cold water then rang out the remainder of water. Slowly I knelt down by her, she turned her head away from the toilet, grabbed the towel and wiped her face off.

"Thanks." She mumbled.

As I was knelt down I sat on the floor and scooted backwards til my back hit the wall. My knees bent as my arms hanged over them. I was just starring at Miley who was sitting Indian style with her elbows on her legs with her head in her hands. Her head started to move left to right slowly while she still had her hands pressed against her face. The room filled with a uncomfortable silence for a few moments until I broke it.

"So.." I dragged.

Her head popped up to look at me. She looked like shit. I'm not gonna lie, but she did. Oh well, this is what happens when you get drunk.

"What happened last night?" She asked.

I shrugged, "I dunno. I came to your friends party where I found you already drunk then.." I thought back to the dancing, which I'm not going to tell her, "I went outside for a minute, came back to find out the cops were there so I ran outside to my car but instead I find you passed out on the lawn."

She gave me a surprise look, but at the same time a look that basically said I know there's more you're not telling me.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I didn't know you drink."

She looked away, "I don't." My eyes grew widen in shock. Her head turned back but she was looking down this time. It looked like she didn't want to talk about it, so I wasn't going to drag it out or force her to. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. As I was doing that my tank top pulled up a little to reveal my flat, toned stomach. I felt eyes watching me so I glanced down to see Miley starring at my stomach. I let out a little cough and she looked away.

"Uh, I'm going to go get you some water and aspirin."

Before she could say okay, her hand covered her mouth as she leaned over the toilet to throw up again. I shook my head and made my way to my night stand to get the water and aspirin I left out the night before. Once I walked back into the bathroom she was standing up looking in the mirror re fixing the pony tail. I walked over to her and gave her the things. Once she took them I walked back out of the bathroom before telling her there was mouth wash in the cabinet if she wanted some. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. This was frustrating. She shouldn't be here, I shouldn't have taken her home and what are all those looks about? Yeah she's gorgeous, with those blues eyes that pop out when she wears light colored clothes, and even her smile that goes on for miles. What the fuck am I saying? Where did this come from? One minute I'm thinking she's annoying as fuck and how she was drunken off her ass then the next me thinking she's pretty? I let out a groan with my head still in my hands.

"Hi." I heard someone say softly.

My head shot up to see Miley standing in the bathroom door way looking at me. "Hey."

"Thanks for everything. I'm so sorry you had to do that though, you really shouldn't have."

"Well I did." I stated.

"Yeah.. Well thanks again. But I'm going to go." She said while walking towards my door.

"You're going to walk home hung over?" I questioned.

She opened the door with her hand still on the door knob and looked back. "I live just a few houses down so I'm just going to walk. Thanks for the ride though." She said while smiling.

I blinked at her confused, "I didn't offer you a ride."

She chuckled, "Right. Thanks though. I'll see you around." With that she walked out the door while closing it behind her.

Seriously, what the hell just happened. I am so confused right now. I was still on the edge of the bed bent over slightly. This girl is confusing the hell out of me more and more. She tells me she doesn't drink, but was drunk off her ass just last night. She's always trying to talk to me, even when everyone else won't. I've only known her for a week or two and she's getting all touchy feely with me. My heart started to race when I thought about the time she grabbed my arm at school.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

I shook the thought from my head and went to my closet. I need a shower, yeah a shower will relax me. Once in my closet I got jeans, a t shirt, bra and underwear then headed to my bathroom. As I got into my bathroom I pealed off my clothes and jumped into the shower.

Days have passed since Miley had woken up hung over at my house. It was Thursday and I was in the garage looking for tools. I skipped school so I could stay home and work on my car since it was making a loud rumble noise. Once I found the tools I needed I went to the car and lifted up the hood. I had my stereo in the garage playing on 95.1 Will Rock, the music echoed from inside the garage. The song made me think back to earlier in the week when I told Miley to leave me alone.

Flashback.

It was Tuesday at school and I was sitting at the lunch table alone again. I ran out of cigarettes so I didn't really have a choice to be anywhere else. I had my Ipod in and was drinking Mountain Dew. I took a huge gulp of the soda and then slammed it down on the table. Ever since Miley had been to my house she's been...friendly. She's been talking to me more, been even more touchy with me by giving my arm a hug sometimes in the halls. And now she sits next to me in English where she sometimes puts her head on my shoulder. Its been four days and she acts like we're best friends or something. Just because I brought her home that doesn't mean I'm her friend. I was broken out of thought when I saw from the corner of my eye someone sit next to me. Of course, it was Miley. She was all smiles when she said something, but I couldn't hear her since my headphones were in my ears so I just ignored her. I felt my right head phone get pulled from my ear. My head snapped towards her.

"Don't touch me." I snapped.

"I touched your headphone, not you." Sarcastically she said.

I grabbed the headphone and put it back in my ear. Once again she repeated it by taking it out.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

I looked forward still while saying, "Nothing.". She gave me like a 'really' look like she didn't believe me. "Seriously, what's wrong?" I repeated nothing again. "Did I do something?" I was silent.

"What did I do?"

I shook my head and was about to get up until I felt a soft hand grab my arm. Shivers went up my arm to all over my body. "Just tell me what I did wrong Lily." I still was looking at her and she still had her hand on my arm.

"Just stop!" I semi yelled while looking at her. She jumped a little, "just leave me alone. Can't you see that I don't want to be your friend?" A hurt expression came upon her face and I could tell I did really hurt her. "Why not? I thought we were friends." Hurt was in her voice too.

"No, I don't want friends nor need them. We were never friends, now just leave me alone." I yanked my arm from her grasp, grabbed my Ipod and walked away. I didn't look back when I burst the cafeteria doors open.

End flashback.

Ever since that day she's left me alone. She hasn't looked at me, she even moved her seat to back where it was in English. It felt weird not having her bug me or touch me. I mean I didn't like it, but I sorta missed it. I guess I got used to it so much. I felt bad though, I hurt her and usually I could careless but the look in her eyes was horrible. I didn't think me being her friend mattered that much to her but I guess it did. Maybe I could talk to her and explain how I don't really do friendships well, that its not my thing. Yeah, but wait. Do I want to be her friend? No. Yes. Maybe. Fuck. I'm not going to lie, I do miss her touching me. Whenever she did it felt.. Right and relaxed me. God, what the fuck is going on with me?

"Ow! Fucking bitch!" I shouted in pain. My hand got cut from a piece of metal from inside the car. I raised my head up and backed away from the car while my left hand held my right. When I grabbed the towel that was on the hood I covered my injured hand with it. I mumbled a few other curse words then looked up to see no other then Miley standing from the back of my car.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said with frustration in my voice.

She walked towards me a little then stopped by the drivers door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I.. Uhm.. Wanted to talk to you."

"About?" I trailed off.

She looked down then brought her head back up. When her head came up she was biting her lip. Cute. "Well.." She began but stopped when I hissed in pain. Quickly she walked over and took my injured hand in her hands, she removed the cloth to see blood everywhere. "Oh my god Lily, we need to get you to a hospital." I jerked my away just a little when she squeezed my hand. "Ow! That hurts you know."

"Sorry." She said, "but you might need stitches." Her hands with still with mine. I was too occupied with her hand still touching mine but realized what she said. Stitches equals needles and there's no fucking way that's happening. "No, I'll be fine." I said while pulling my hand away. I turned my back to her while grabbing my hand in pain. I was mouthing 'ow' and 'fuck' to myself until she was right in front of me.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" I nodded.

She grabbed my arm lightly and was pulling me inside the garage to the door that led inside my house. When we got inside we went straight to the kitchen table and I sat in one of the chairs. "Where is it?" She asked. "The closet by the bathroom." She was gone for a few moments then came back.

"Get up." She instructed. Of course I did what she said. She walked toward the sink and I followed. "We're going to have to get the oil off, so rinse it." She stated. I nodded then turned the sink on while running my hands under the warm water. It fucking stung but I didn't show that it did. Once the dirt and oil was off I went back to the chair I was sitting at. She opened the kit and looked through it, after a few moments she got out Neosporin, wrap around cloth, and a square medicine cloth. I was still grabbing onto my hand but then felt both her soft hands grab on to it and pulled it towards her. She took a clean towel to dry it then started to doctor it.

While she was doing that I couldn't stop starring at her. Why didn't I want to be her friend? She wasn't doing anything bad to me, plus it did seem like she was trying hard to show that she wants to. I was just to much of an ass hole to realize it. But what about her? What if her friends treat her differently because she's friends with a girl like me. I know she's sorta popular so its for sure going effect what people think. She looked up from my hand and looked at me then gave a warming smile. I gave her a small smile in return and looked down. I'm such a dick. I really need to get over myself and stop thinking people are after me. Well, people are but not everyone. Not Miley.

"All done." She cheerfully said.

I looked up at my hand and saw it all wrapped up and bandage.

"Thanks."

"No problem." She said.

It was silence for a few minutes. Neither of us said anything, only the sound of our breathing filled the room.

"Well I better go." She said while getting up from the chair. This time, I was the one who grabbed her arm and stopped her. She was always half way turned around but stopped to look at me with a confused look. I let go of her arm quickly.

"Don't." I said seriously.

"Why?" She questioned.

"Uhm, you said you wanted to talk."

She folded her arms over her chest, "I did, but you don't want to. So I don't want to waste your time." She stated.

"You don't know if I want to talk or not."

"You do?" She said with a hopeful look.

"Uhm, yeah I do."

A smile light smile came on her face and she sat back down.

"Okay, let's talk."

I smiled back a little and took a deep breathe.

What the fuck am I getting myself into?

A.N. So, you like it? I hope so. You guys are awesome for reviewing. It means a lot to me, keeps me motivated. I had Puddle Of Mud on repeat when I wrote this. Good song. Well, review :) I enjoy reading them.