I'm finally able to get this up. Yay! Haha. It would have been up a lot sooner if it wasn't because of my stupid laptop. Blame the apple store, guys! Lol.


But anyways.. heres the newest chapter. It's pretty long, and pretty eventful. It's gets things going... more. Haha. Anyways, I hope you like it!

Oh and P.S. - I realized that this entire time I'd be spelling reckless wrong. Apparently, there's no "W". Wow. I feel like an idiot. Hahaha.

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Ding dong.

Lilly scrambled around her room, panicking. She was frantically looking for her purse and her cellphone, which were completely M.I.A. She sighed, standing in the center of her bedroom, until her eyes came upon her computer desk. There sat her silver enV. She sighed, rushing over and grabbing it.

Now if only she ould find hcer purse..

Ding dong.

She groaned in frustration, "I'm coming!" She yelled down the stairs. She took one last glance around her room, and to her dismay, did not see her purse anywhere. She threw her hands up in the air, "Oh, forget it!" She shouted to no one in particular, rushing towards the stairs.

She really regretted wearing heels.

She took a peak in her hallway mirror before answering the door. She faked a smile, seeing if it would make her look any prettier. She frowned. It wasn't working. Atleast her curls were still in place.

She opened her front door, only to find it being Derek. She was a bit relieved. She sighed, "Oh, it's just you."

"I think just me is pretty awesome." He shrugged, walking around her and into her house. "What took you so long?"

"I thought.." She trailed off, turning her head to the right only to find her purse hanging on the coat rack. She grabbed it, and held it up for Derek to see. "I was looking for this purse."

"Riight." He nodded his head, and that was the moment Lilly noticed how Derek currently looked. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants, and white button-down, black striped, Quicksilver shirt. His light brown hair was swept across his face, like it always was, but it actually looked like he spent time making it look like he didn't just wake-up. The only thing that set him off was his black converse high-tops. Lilly chuckled.

She walking over to him, grabbing the fabric on the top of his shoulder and pulled lightly on it. "For someone who didn't want to go.."

He hit her hand off his shoulder, "I just didn't want to stand out being the only casual one there."

She grinned, "Of course."

Ding Dong

Startled, Lilly jumped back and took a deep breath.

"Whoa," Derek laughed, "Why are you so antsy?"

She shot him a death glare, which stopped him from saying anything more. She made her way over to her front door, opening and revealing Oliver. His hands were placed inside of his pants pockets and he was bounching slightly on his heels. He looked.. nervous.

She smiled, "Hey." She opened the door completely, letting him inside.

"Hey Lilly." He grinned, right before stepping inside her house. "You look.. wow."

She had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Thanks. You're looking pretty decent. For once."

He just chuckled, making his way down her hallway when he noticed Derek standing there. "Oh." He said, stopping and almost bumping into him. "Didn't see you there. Hey."

"Hey." Derek nodded.

"Oh." Lilly chimed in, walking in between the boys. "Derek's coming with us. I forgot to tell you." She shrugged, directing it towards Oliver.

"So you got two dates?" Oliver raised his eyebrows. When neither of the two said anything, Oliver chuckled. "I'm kidding!"

Lilly laughed loudly, clutching her stomach. "Oh, that's a good one." She said, receiving weird glances from both Oliver and Derek. She took a hold of Oliver's shirt sleeve and starting walking towards the door. Her smile completely dropped, "Let's go."

- -

Miley sighed, leaning her head against the leather-padded seat of their rented limo. She was being crushed in between Chris and Colleen (who was being surprisingly nice to her lately), while the rest of the limo was filled with good-looking people who's names she didn't have down yet. Oh, and then there was Kristine.

The night had already started out terrible. Chris' mother was intent on taking enough pictures of the two of them to fill an entire photo album, and using the manners her father taught her, she obliged. Not to mention all the pictures Kristine and Colleen had her take with them. Which Miley really didn't want to take, because standing next to them, who both looked ridiculously gorgeous, she felt completely plain and average-looking.

They arrived at the dance, everyone entering the gym with a loud chorous of "woo's!"

Miley just followed behind, her heels already giving her blisters and adjusting the straps of her flowy, light yellow, dress.

Things only got worse once she was inside. A loud rap song she couldn't recongize was blaring through the speakers and boys and girls were grinding in the middle of the dance floor. She suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Chris, who refused to leave her side the entire time, bent down to her level so she could hear him. "Do you want to dance?" He asked over the loud music.

Miley furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the boy in front of her, "What? I can't hear you!" She exclaimed, even though she could hear him perfectly fine.

"I said! -"

"You know what," Miley cut him off, "I have to pee. I'll be right back."

She quickly sprinted away, hoping on one foot and taking off one heel, then the other. She threw them down onto one of the seats and plopped down into it. Her eyes scanned the gym, stopping abrutly when they passed Lilly and Derek. She took notice that they both looked pretty amazing. Lilly's hair was down in lose curls, and she was wearing a white-and-silver, knee-length dress. Her eyes then darted to their third companion, Oliver, who looked cute, as always. She saw him say something to Lilly, and then she said something back, a playful smirk on her face. It was something sarcastic, she bets. Derek laughed, but stopped right when Oliver sent him a death glare.

Miley couldn't help herself from giggling. She sighed then, wishing more then anything to be over there with them right now.

"Miley!"

Miley's head whipped around upon hearing her name. She saw a radiant blonde wearing a knee-length red dress running towards her.

"Hey, Kristine." Miley smiled once she reached her.

Kristine's face was beat red from all the dancing and she had no shoes on. If it was anyone else, you'd say "gross!" But this was Kristine Mullen. She never looked gross, she could get away with anything.

She pushed her side bangs out of her eyes, "You don't mind if I steal your date, do you?" She bit her lip in anticipation, "Because he's looking pretty bored." She pointed over to an area of the gym, where Chris was standing. He did look pretty bored.

Miley shrugged, "Go for it."

Kristine's smile brightened, "You're the best, Miley!" She bent to Miley, who was still sitting and gave her a small hug. "Save me a dance!" She giggled, before running off to Chris.

Miley sighed, atleast she was rid of Chris.

She stayed seated and looked around the crowd-packed gym. She couldn't help but think,

Now what?

- - -

Lilly couldn't believe it. She was actually having a good time. With Oliver.

She never, ever, in her entire lifetime, thought that would happen. Derek went off somewhere, saying he had to use the bathroom. He hadn't returned in a while, though. Lilly knew that was the whole point to him leaving.

They hadn't even danced yet. They were just talking. Lilly wasn't much of a dancer, anyways. Especially to fast, upbeat songs. They weren't really talking about anything important, but she couldn't believe how.. normal Oliver was. Sure, he could get a little cocky at times but underneath he's just as insecure and scared as the rest of us.

"You wanna dance?" Oliver asked suddenly, placing his cup down on the refreshment table.

Lilly then realized that a slow song had now come on. She nodded, "Yeah, I would." She smiled.

He took her hand and lead her out to the dance floor, carefully placing his hands around her waist. Lilly wrapped her arms around his neck, and they swayed to the music.

And then, to add to the night of things she never thought would happen, she found herself maybe, kind of, a little bit, liking Oliver Oken.

- - -

"That should be me!"

Miley rolled her eyes, and looked over to where Colleen was pointing at.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Lilly and Oliver were slow dancing. And it was cute. Not like 'gag-me' cute. Like, 'cute-I-wish-that-was-me' kind of cute.

But Colleen already made that clear.

Miley put an encouraging hand on Colleen's shoulder, "You could have any guy in this gym, Colleen. So go pick one!" She smiled.

Colleen stood up straight, "You know what, you're right."

Miley pounded her fist into the air, "Yeah!"

"I could have any boy!"

"Yeah!" Miley shouted once again.

"And then Oliver will see me with another boy, and he'll get jealous. And then he'll run back to me!" She giggled excitedly.

"Yeah!" Miley encouraged once again, then widened her eyes in realization. "No! I mean, no! Colleen thats not -"

Colleen cut her off, "Thanks, Miley!" She exclaimed before running off into the crowd.

Miley groaned. Could this night get any worse?

Apparently, it could.

Miley started walking aimlessly around the gym, on her way spotting Kristine and Chris with eachother's tounge's shoved down their throats. She cringed at the image, and tried to shake it off.

But that wasn't the only disturbing image she saw. Moments later, uponing getting away from Kristine and Chris, Miley saw something that she never thought imaginable.

Colleen was making-out with Derek.

She thought her eyes were going to bulge out of her head. She couldn't stand this stupid dance anymore. She ran into the bathroom, and right over to one of the sinks. She turned it on and splashed some cool water on her face.

"Ah!" She screamed, letting out her frustration.

She turned to her right to see a girl from her class, Joanne. She was a tiny little Asian girl with jet black hair. She never really talked much, Miley guessed she was shy.

"This night turned out so wrong!" Miley exclaimed, Joanne blinked. "First of all, I get stuck going to stupid Homecoming with some boy I barely even know, nevermined like! And he so happens to be my bestfriends, excuse me, ex-bestfriends crush. So now she hates me! BUT THEN, she gets to go with Oliver Oken! So then Colleen's mad, and now she's making-out with Derek. Derek! Since when did he make-out with girls? Did I miss something here? Oh yeah, and Kristine stole my date! Not that I really care.. But still." She took a deep breath, "This whole thing is a mess."

She turn to Joanne, who was just staring at her, completely silent. She put a hand on her shoulder, "Thanks, Joanne. You're a great friend."

Joanne sood there awkwardly, a frightened expression covering her face while Miley exited the bathroom.

"I'm so out of here."

Miley said to herself, smirking. She pushed open the gym doors and stepped outside into the brisk night. She didn't know what she was doing, where she was going, or who she was going to see, but anything was better then being stuck in the gym, with people she used to know and people who think they know her. It represented a world in which Miley did not want to be a part of. But the worst part of it all, was that she created it. This was her fault.

She couldn't deal with that.

- - -

"What the hell?"

"Derek?"


"Colleen?"

Lilly burst out laughing, Oliver stood frozen in place, and Colleen and Derek seperated quickly. Derek turned a bright crimson red color that Lilly didn't know was possible, and Colleen was wearing a triumphet smirk.

Lilly patted her friend on the shoulder, "You really are the man, Derek."

He narrowed his eyes at Lilly, swatting her hand away. "Lilly!" He hissed.

"Atleast try to play it cool!" She laughed, and Derek crossed his arms, mumbling something unintelligeble.

"Oh right!" Oliver shouted at Colleen over the loud music, "You're not over me my ass!"

Lilly and Derek stopped their conversation and were now watching the scene in front of them.

Colleen placed her hands on her pink-satin covered hips. "Um, you're the one who dumped me, remember?"

He groaned, "You're so. So.."

"I'm what?" She hissed, "Say it!"

"You're so difficult! You're impossible!" He let out a frustrated sigh, "Grow up, Colleen! Stop playing these stupid games!"

Colleen's smirk decreased into a straight line across her face. She looked stone cold, and like she was going to attack Oliver at any given moment.

"Whatever." She mumbled, and tears suddenly flooded her eyes. She turned her head away, breaking eye contact with Oliver. A stray tear starting falling down her face, and she quickly wipped it away, running and pushing through Lilly and Derek.

Lilly bit her lip, and looked at Oliver with a look of sorrow.

He looked away from her staring eyes, shoved his hands in his pockets, and took off into the crowd, leaving a confused Lilly behind and an even more confused Derek.

- - -

Miley didn't know why she was here. She was at the pier, walking along the empty boardwalk. It wouldn't be open again until the summer, and it was only November, but the calmness made her feel at ease. Having no one around was soothing to her, and something she's been dying for. Alone time. It felt good.

"What are you doing here?"

She turned around, startled, at the sound of another voice.

"Jake?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as the sandy-haired boy grew nearer.

"Yeah." He nodded, "Why aren't you at the dance?"

Miley raised her eyebrows, "I could ask you the same question."

He shrugged, "Didn't wanna deal with the drama."

Miley sighed, looking out into the ocean. "Yeah, same." A big gust of wind came at that exact moment, and she held her bare arms tightly, shivering.

"Are you cold?" Jake asked, taking notice to Miley's state of dress. He took off his Varsity Hockey jacket and handed it to her. "Here."

She was reluctant. "No, I'm fine."

"No, seriously," Jake edged on, forcing the jacket into her hands. "Take it."

She smiled shyly, but put the jacket on anyways. "Thanks."

Jake nodded, "No problem." He sat down on the boardwalk, his feet dangling barely an inch above the sand below them. Miley followed suit, sitting next to him.

"So," He started, "Why'd you leave the dance?"

Miley bit her lip. She definitely wasn't going to tell Jake Ryan about everything thats happened in the past two weeks. She's look pathetic. She shrugged, "Drama."

"Way to be vague." He chuckled, his white teeth gleaming.

Miley rolled her eyes, "Well, I don't exactely trust you." She admitted, avoiding eye contact. "If you don't remember.." She trailed off, her voice low. "You kinda, well actually, you completely screwed me over."

Jake fumbled with his fingers. "Right. Listen, I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay, I guess." She sighed, "I shouldn't have been so reckless."

At this, Jake laughed. "You're what, sixteen, right? Shit happens."

"Tell me about it." She agreed.

"Did Kristine do something?" Jake asked suddenly, taking Miley off-guard.

"What do you mean?" Miley asked, furrowing her eyebrows.


Jake shrugged, staring down into the sand. "You know.." He sighed, "To make you leave."

"Nah." Miley shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "She was too busy hooking up with Chris."

"Wait." Jake looked at her, his faced covered in confusion. "She was hooking-up with someone else?"

Oops. Miley suddenly felt her face grow red hot. Should she not of said that? What if she just started a huge fight between Jake and Kristine?

Jake merely shook his head, "That better not happen anymore after tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Miley asked, curiousty getting the better of her. "What's tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Jake grinned, "Is the day that I ask Kristine to offically be my girlfriend."

Suddenly, it all clicked. "Ohmygod!" Miley smiled, "That was the surprise, wasn't it?"

Jake nodded, "Yep." He knocked lightly on the top of Miley's head, "Way to use you're brain there, Einstein."

Miley giggled, rolling her eyes.

"There was no Bruins game, was there?" She asked.

Jake looked at her expectantly, "Do you seriously think I'd be here right now if there was a Bruins game?"

Miley nodded, "Point taken."

- - -

"I'm sorry."

Lilly desperately wished she had pockets right now to stick her hands into. She always had a habit of biting them when she felt awkward or nervous. One of those moments was right now.

She shook her head, "There's no reason to be."

Oliver sighed, "But threre is. I shouldn't of took off like that."

"It's okay, really." Lilly assured him.

He shrugged, "I don't know.. You're not mad, are you?"

"No!" She exclaimed, "Of course not."

"Good." He grinned, "Cause' it'd suck if the prettiest girl in school hated me." He stopped briefly, "Again."

Lilly rolled her eyes, "You're so full of shit."

"Hey, I think my charm is pretty good."

"Not so much." Lilly laughed, opening up her front door. "Tonight was fun, Oliver, thanks."

"Wait!" He grabbed her shoulder lightly and turned her around. "Do I atleast get a hug?"

She sighed, "Fine." She wrapped her arms around his torso lightly, but he hugged her tightly, giving a kiss on the cheek before letting her go. He grinned, walking off. "See you in school, gorgeous!" He called out.

Lilly rolled her eyes once more, but none-the-less smiled.

Things aren't always as they seem.

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