A/N: I just want to say my updates will probably be about once a month for a while because of coursework and original writing taking priority. It'll never be longer than a month though unless some sort of disaster strikes, like Exeter has a huge fire and the whole city burns and I'm too shocked/hurt/depressed to write. This chapter is the first time I've had Miley singing a non-Hannah Montana song, but it fits so it's still good :P R&R?

Chapter 7:

Lilly was sorting out her bedroom simply because she had nothing better to do. Of course by tidying what she was really doing was moving things around and getting distracted by anything and everything that she found. Under her bed she found a screwed up piece of paper from when she hadn't long started writing songs. Opening it up she found she'd also scribbled it out, but it was still clear enough to see what it said. On one side:

It's me looking back at you now
You think you've got it figured out but
You're so typical, you're so predictable now

You're riding up the elevator
Shirt tucked in right
No space, head case
Up against the street lights
This is your world
Walking high and mighty
Got news for you and
You ain't gonna like it
A five second replay
Yeah, this is what you look like

She flipped it over to read the other side:

You're so predictable, yeah yeah
You're so typical, you're so predictable, yea yea
You're so typical, you're so predictable, yeah

Heavy breath, crooked heart
Shoes tied up straight
Same old push and pull
You got no time, you can't be late
This is your life, breaking teeth for smiles
One for the game, one just for the cycle
Well, all those hours in the mirror
The more you say I hope you hear

You're so predictable, yeah yeah
You're so typical, you're so predictable, yea yea
You're so typical, you're so predictable, yeah

She could remember writing it; it was a few weeks before the homecoming dance. She wrote it about wishing she could show Miley how she looked to the few people who didn't care that she was Hannah Montana. She wrote it about trying to explain how she'd become just like all those other pop stars. Lilly remembered how one for the game had been expressing that she understood Miley's need to change slightly to fit the situation she was thrown into, while one for the cycle was showing how Miley took it further than necessary.

Lilly screwed the piece of paper up again and threw it into the bin. She didn't plan to make anything of those lyrics, it didn't feel right anymore. Miley didn't seem that bad now and she didn't feel the way she did when she wrote it. It didn't need to be kept.

Lilly grabbed her skateboard for the first time in a while, left her room in the state it was in and headed to the skate park. As it always had skateboarding took Lilly's mind off of everything. The competitive edge she always felt in the stake park re-entered her. Even though she was the only one there she tried to be better and better. Faster, more difficult moves. Anything.


Miley sat cross legged on her bed and strummed her guitar. She sighed in frustration and took the pen out of her mouth only to stare at the blank piece of paper beside her. She looked, helplessly, around her room for inspiration, not holding much hope that she would find any there. Her eyes locked onto a picture of herself, Lilly and Oliver which was still stood on her chest of drawers and she strummed her guitar again.

These four walls, they whisper to me
they know a secret, I knew they would not keep.
It didn't take long for it to get out.

She paused, wondering where to take that. She ran back over what she had only to cross out the last four words and replace them with the room to fill with dust, and continue with and these four walls came down around us.

Once she got started parts of songs quickly came to her. She found herself subtly writing an apology to Lilly in one verse:

Yeah, it's difficult watching us fade
Knowing it's all my fault my mistake
Yeah, it's difficult letting you down
Knowing it's all my fault
you're not around

While continuing to work with the idea of the four walls and breaking down in another

It's hard now to let you be, I won't make excuses

I've made my peace
didn't take long for me to lose the trust
'Cause these four walls were not strong enough

And after working out the chorus:

Must have been something sent me out of my head
With the words so radical
And not what I meant
Now I wait for a break in the silence 'cause it's all that you left
Just me and these four walls again

she managed to piece it all together. She ran through the whole song to check she was happy with it before allowing herself to relax and smile about it. Finally. Finally she had been able to write a song which said some of what she was feeling about the whole situation.

She dropped her guitar and after grabbing her bag bounced downstairs.

"Someone's happy" Robby Ray commented when he saw her.

"I wrote a song" Miley smiled. "I'm going for a walk to celebrate. See ya later" and she literally skipped out of the house.

Miley took the long way to the beach, to enjoy the cool breeze of the evening. She felt calm and relaxed as she walked along under the stars.


Lilly stayed at the skate park for a couple of hours only stopping once or twice to get her breath back. She ignored the fact that it had gotten dark and kept going, attempting moves she'd never succeeded with before. Which come the end became a bad idea as one misjudged angled caused her to slip and fall from the highest point of the tallest slope.


Miley approached the skate park just in time to hear Lilly scream…