Disclaimer: - I do not own Hannah Montana. I don't own any of the characters (that I have written about so far). I only own my story.
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The door opened, Miley and Oliver jumped back alarmed.
"H… hey Lilly. How'd it go with Jackson? You okay?"
Lilly gave Oliver and Miley a discerning look, folded her arms and walked away down the corridor.
"Lil, what happened in there?" Oliver shouted to her. He started to go after her, seriously concerned. Maybe there was part of the conversation that he missed. Or maybe it was the whole thing.
"No, Oliver – wait. I'll go after her."
"You sure you wanna do that?"
"Yeah. She's my best friend and I need to make sure she knows that."
Oliver tried a smile, but couldn't manage it. His brown-haired friend headed off to find Lilly and he slumped down against the beige wall, pulling his head down to his knees. He sighed, "God Lilly, what are we gonna do with you now?"
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"Hey, wait up." Miley caught up with Lilly who stopped but didn't turn around.
"Come on Lilly, just… Listen to me." She put a hand on her friend's shoulder. It was shrugged off.
"I'm sorry. It's not enough, I know. I suppose I just didn't want to believe that my big brother was capable of something like that. I love you so much Lilly, but he didn't seem like the guy that would do it. I believe you, okay?"
Lilly gave in and looked at Miley; her eyes were filled with ice.
"You didn't have to listen at the door."
"Oh. Sorry, I just… I thought that it was the only way I'd find out the truth, with proof. I heard what he said, he did it. You never deserved any of it Lilly. I didn't want to think you'd lied to me but he's my brother. Well, he was. Not any more – not after this."
Lilly smiled. It seemed like she was accepting what Miley had said, forgiving her.
"It's okay. I missed you, y'know? Weird thing is, I missed Jackson too – the old Jackson, not this one."
"Yeah, I've missed the old Jackson too."
Lilly bounded and jumped onto Miley, squeezing her.
"Okay Lilster, you can let go now."
She didn't. She just squeezed harder.
"Choking… choking to death, Lilly."
Miley made fake suffocation noises and pretended Lilly was hugging her to death.
"Hug me back."
Miley managed to get Lilly to release her arms from her sides and then extended them around her friend. She rubbed her back a bit.
"Sorry, Lilly."
"Sorry Miles."
They both let go and Miley pulled Lilly over to the couch. They slumped down on it and just relaxed a bit after the day's events.
"So…?"
Lilly sent her a questioning look, raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips.
"So… what?"
"So you and Oliver! What's happening there?"
Lilly blushed, covered her face with a cushion and then started to giggle uncontrollably.
"Go on, spill. Since when?"
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A/N: I'm leaving it there. :) I've lost interest in this fic. Which is strange and unusual.
But yeah, go check out my new one Hands Down. Which I absolutely love :)
