Mikayla's POV

These gowns are so stupid. Nobody likes them. But that's irrelevant to what's going on. It's the last parts of the graduation ceremony and they're announcing the S's. I've been following along since they started, anticipating Miley's name. She almost didn't make it. She almost gave in.

My mom hasn't stopped crying since she made breakfast for me this morning. She went on and on about how her baby is graduating and gonna be a cop. Oh, I didn't tell you? Yeah, I want to be a cop. Dangerous? Yes. But I had a good inspiration.

Miley's ass of a dad didn't even show up. I'm glad he didn't. He doesn't deserve to see her graduate. I get that she needs support but not from him. She has Sasha, who hates me. She has me, who she hates. She also has my mom, who is all that really matters. "Miley Stewart" I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I hear that name. That beautiful name. She walks over to the podium and shakes the principles hand. People are screaming and clapping but it's silent to me. She makes eye contact with my mom, who is crying by the way, and I see Miley's eyes get wet. Sasha's trying to get Miley's attention for acknowledgment but Miley doesn't even try to see her. Then, for a split second, her eyes avert to me and everything stops. It's just me and her. I watch a single tear fall from her eye. There it is. That's my acknowledgement. I know that as soon as this is over she hates me again but I don't care. There's a part of her that still loves me.

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I swear my moms never gonna let go of Miley. We've been in the school parking lot for fifteen minutes while my mom hugs Miley and goes on and on about how proud she is. I just stand behind her with a smile. Sasha ran off to say goodbye to people. My mom finally gets off of Miley and wipes her eyes. She kisses Miley's forehead and gives me a smile before walking off, leaving me and Miley alone. We'll Sasha will be back soon so it's now or never.

"I'm sorry" I say. She locks her eyes on mine. "About what I said. I was horrible to you and you deserve better than that. I don't expect you to forgive me but I just wanted you to know that I didn't mean what I said and I'm sorry" I continue. Her look softens and she nods. Not an I-forgive-you nod but an I-understand nod. I'm completely fine with it, as long as she knows.

"I know Lilly's proud of you." I say just above a whisper. It's extremely risky saying that but it's true. Miley's lip starts to quiver and her eyes fill with tears. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

Miley's POV

I don't get it. I hate her for what she did but this… this makes me want her to hold me. After all this, after everything that's happened she can still make me happy. Is Lilly really proud of me? Is she happy that I graduated?

I let a few tears fall before throwing my self in her arms and sobbing. She's tense at first but relaxes after about two seconds. It feels so nice to be here. In her arms. I missed it. I don't care how much Sasha loves me, she will never be Mikayla. "Is she really proud of me?" I ask, my voice cracking. "Of course she is" is the only reply. I hold her tighter. "How do you know?" I ask. "Do you trust me?" She asks. I don't know. Do I? I did, but now, I'm not sure. "Do you trust me?" she repeats. I nod slowly, burying my face in her chest. "Lilly is very proud of you" she says slowly. I believe her. Though I'm still mad at her, I believe her. I let go of her and wipe my tears.

Her eyes are wet. She has so much love in her eyes. No one will ever look at me the way she does. I miss her but I hate her, I think.

Mikayla's body tenses and her eyes aren't on me anymore. I turn around and see my lovely girlfriend glaring at Mikayla. "Let's go Miles." She says then turns to walk away. I nod and follow. I look back and see Mikayla smile sweetly at me. She nods. She knows things can't be like they were.

I turn back around and catch up with Sasha. "You can't forgive her Miley. Not after what she did you. Things can't ever be what were." She says coldly. I want to say she's right but… maybe they can.

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Mikayla's POV

I went through hell this past week. I lost my dad, my mom betrayed my trust, and I lost the girl of my dreams. I went through hell and got burned, but one thing made it all worth it. When Miley collapsed in my arms yesterday, I swear I heard angels sing. It hurt knowing that that was probably the last time I would ever touch her, but I'm glad I could.

I'm packing for Canada right now. It's 12:00 pm and we leave at 2:00. I actually didn't start packing till right now so as you could imagine, I'm flying around my room, grabbing everything I see and chucking them into suitcases. Why am I doing this? Because I have OCMD. Obsessive compulsive masturbation disorder. It's OCD with an M. Duh. It's a disease I swear. I can't help it. Really, sometimes it just subconsciously happens. One minute I'll be reading or something, then two seconds later, I'm exploding all over the place.

Flashback

I just got home after grabbing some groceries for my mom. I'm in the driveway sitting in my car. Im about to get out when I feel a familiar throbbing down south. No, not in my car.

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My windows are fogged up and my chest in heaving. Wow. That, was amazing. It's gonna suck to clean my car but it was worth it. I look down. I lied, so not worth it.

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That day really sucked. My mom was pissed because the milk was warm.

"Mikayla, lets go!" my mom yells from downstairs. Wow, I managed to pack my whole room in five minutes, then waste time thinking about how I can't stop touching myself. I'm definitely a superhero.

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So, we have two charter busses fired up and ready to take us to Canada. I'm leaning against one of the busses talking to a few friends from math class. Miley's with Sasha and her friends. It's sad, Miley's just expected to fit in with Sasha's life. "Okay –pause- everyone. It's time –pause- to load up." I hear. Everyone scrambles onto the busses trying to get the best seat.

It's two to a row and I'm alone. Fine by me. Slouch down a little, relaxing for the long ride, but then every muscle in my body tightens. Miley and Sasha get on. Why? WHY? They brows around and spot two empty seats. The one next to me and another next to a pervert in our health class. Sasha gives me a dirty look and I simply smile. I'm not moving. Miley also shoots my a dirty look and I smile again. She was tempted to smile back but with Sasha right there she bit it back. Sasha walks up to the seat next to me like she's gonna sit in it but I stop her. "Sasha, are you really gonna let your girlfriend, who you love and would protect forever, sit next to a pervert who would take her if she fell asleep?" I ask in a sarcastic concerned tone. Eat that Sasha. "No, silly. That's why I'm sitting here instead of her. Wouldn't want you to rape my girlfriend" she reply's out loud. BACKFIRE. The whole bus bursts into laughter. I just smile and look at the floor.

When the laughter dies down. She leans down incredibly close to me and looks me in the eye. "You make her uncomfortable in any way what so ever, I'll make your life hell. Again." She says through gritted teeth. I glare at her. What? Again? "Hell? I've been there and back this past week and it's not so bad. You won't make a difference." I say sternly. "Really? So how is your dad?" she says out loud again. What the hell is she getting at? I just look at her. "Last I heard he dumped your whore of a mother after she cheated with your doctor." She says with a smirk. She did not just go there. I tighten my jaw. I stand up and I'm inches from her face. She's the reason my dad left.

Miley's eyes are wide from shock but then her look hardens. That's like talking about her mom.

What's stopping me from punching her, oh that's right, nothing. "I guess we know where you get it from huh?" She says again. I clench my fists. She's dead. "I know you got laid only once by the doc's niece and all, but do you really need masturbation as much as do it?" she says again. The whole bus just went from horrified to laughter again. My eyes well up with tears. I relax my hands and jaw. She wins. I glare daggers at Miley. She may have not been connected to this but she's with Sasha.

I sit back down and let the laughter overtake me. A few tears slip out and I faintly hear Sasha tell everyone that now I'm gonna cry about it. She tells Miley that she can sit next to me now because I'm no longer a hindrance. Miley sits next to me with a hard look on her face. I guess this is how she felt when I said what I did about Lilly. No wonder she hates me.

I lean over and rest my head against the window. In the reflection I see Miley look at me then her eyes go down. Her hard look gave way to a concerned one. Why?

I feel a slight breeze. Oh shit. My shirt came up a little revealing one of my many still visible welts my dad gave me. I quickly pull my shirt down and Miley's look gets hard again.

Can't wait for the rest of this trip.

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We're in Canada and it's so fucking cold. We're getting our rooms assigned to us. Yes, I'm a little better now. The bus ride was just another part of my newly jacked up life. Sasha was assigned with some girl, leaving Miley all alone. She'll probably get paired up with some random girl. Seriously, what are the odds she'll be paired with me?

Miley's POV

I am so mad at Sasha and Mikayla. Mikayla for what she said and Sasha for the way she treated Mikayla. And the way she talked about Mrs. Marshall was enough to make me want to punch her. That's like calling my mom a whore. I'll talk to her about it later. What does she mean by "Dumped your whore of a mother"? Did her dad leave? God I hope not. And what was up with the welt Mikayla has? It was like she got hit by a belt. No matter, as long as I don't have a room with her.

"Mikayla Marshall, you're with Miley Stewart" I hear. What? NO! … NO! I am not… NO! "Don't even think about arguing" I hear again. This is gonna be a long trip.

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We spent our first day in Canada just chillen. It's 12:07 am right now and we're back in our rooms. These rooms are really small. There's two beds on opposite sides of the room so there's about 6 or 7 feet between them. There's a bathroom around the corner next to the door and that's it. It is so cold. Mikayla's laying on her bed reading something and I'm just sitting here shivering. I'm also super tired.

"It's late" I say hoping she'll get the hint and turn off her lamp. I need total darkness to sleep and she knows that. She looks over at me then back to her book. She sighs then closes it. That was nice… I think. She turns off her lamp and snuggles down into her covers. I, however, am freezing no matter how far I cram myself into me sheets. It's ok. Sleep Miley, just sleep.

12: 53 am, I hate my life. It's too cold to sleep. "Miley" I hear. "I know you're awake" I hear again. "What" I snap. I see her turn and lean on her elbow facing me. "You could get in bed with me." she says. "What?" I say turning to face her. "You're freezing, I'm cold. We're surrounded in blankets and nothings working." She says. As tempted as I am, I can't Sasha would kill me. I could just not tell her. Wait, what am I thinking? I hate Mikayla. There's no way I'm getting in bed with her, even if it does mean hypothermia.

1:46 am, I'm gonna die. "Miley, this is ridiculous. We're both dying because you're being stubborn. Just come here" She says loudly. She's right. I can't handle this much longer. Cursing under my breath, I get up and hop over the cold floor. She pulls the covers back and I just look at her. "Well?" she says. I'm frozen in place. It's been forever since we've done this. "Come on Miles I'm freezing." She whines. I love it when she does that. Wait… I do? "Relax. I'm not gonna rape you like your girlfriend thinks I am." She says with a smirk. I hesitantly climb in and… I'm in heaven. Not just because I'm warm but because I'm with her. She wrapped her arm around my torso and now I feel all safe. Just like I used to. No one can see me. No one can hurt me.

Mikayla's POV

Ok, so, how I managed to score this, I have no idea. But it's amazing! Ok so maybe I wasn't cold at all. Yupp, I was totally warm but you gotta admit, it was brilliant! That's not the point though. The point is, she's where she's supposed to be. Here, in my arms, safe.

"Micky?" I hear Miley say. She used her pet name for me! Oh this is good! "Yeah?" I answer calmly. "What happened to your dad?" She asks. Oh boy.

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"I'm so sorry." Miley whispers. I just got done explaining the whole story. That was tough. "Eh, I kinda deserved it," I say. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't have to. "We should go to sleep" she says quietly. "OK" is all I say.

She was tearing up through the whole story. From ,my mom cheating to my dad's belt to the mistake and the almost abortion to now. Well, like I said, all that matters is that she's here.

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Miley's POV

I wake up all cuddled in to Mikayla's arms. It's 9:47 am. Mikayla's awake but just laying here holding me. I don't think she knows that I'm awake. Oh well. I haven't slept this well in forever. I don't think Mikayla has either. It's so peaceful. I still hate her… I think. Wait, of course I do what am I saying?

I hate her but I don't want to move. We hear a knock at the door. "Miley, I'm coming in to make sure you're still alive" that sounds a lot like Sasha. Oh Shit!

Mikayla shoves me out of bed and I fly across the floor. She is abnormally and weirdly strong. Why did she help me? I hop in my Freezing cold sheets just in time for Sasha to walk in. "Good, you're alive" she says and glares at Mikayla. Sasha walks over and gives me a good morning peck on the lips. When she steps back I see Mikayla looking like she just got punched in the gut. Weird.

Sasha looks over at Mikayla and glares again. "Whore" she says then turns to leave. I watch her exit then look back at Mikayla. She looks so hurt. So fragile. Like on the bus. I've never seen her so broken. So weak. She was always so strong for me. Maybe that's why she's weak, she has nothing to be strong for. Ugh! No Miley, you hate her.

Mikayla's POV

So last night was incredible, of course until Sasha came in and wrecked the whole thing. No matter, it's a new day.

We met some dudes who want us to go to a party tomorrow so I guess we're gonna go to that. So far, other than the freezing temperatures, Canada's not so bad.

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Hello my lotus blossoms. Just as promised, another chapter. This chapter is only a building block to some meager drama so stay with me. Mikayla's feeling the thrust of what happened to her perfect family and Miley's troubled in trying to hate Mikayla and love Sasha. In other news, I only had like two reviews last chapter… it's understandable because I've been gone so long but come on, share the love! Tell your friends ,your friends dog, your gerbil, and all your gerbils friends. Till I return for chapter ten, share your thoughts.

Tomatoes: You are by far one of my favorite readers. Your review made me laugh and brightened a potentially dark day. But I got another chapter up for you. Let's try to keep the pants dry this time shall we? Keep reading.

Mattsurf: My intention was to have you on your toes, glad it's working.

lita rocks: Glad you're a fan. I'm one of yours as well. Seriously! Your story, "You got it bad" is AWESOME. I recommend everyone go and read it.

ALSO, Tomatoes, I can't reply to you because… can't believe I'm about to say this but, this laptop has a parental block on it to block anything mature, and something on your profile is rated m so it blocks me so I can't reply. I know, stupid. Otherwise I would have automatically hit the reply button. Same goes for Lileylover.

No worries, I'm gonna get a new laptop soon so I don't have to deal with this one. This one's a jerk. So yeah, that's pretty much why I can't reply to certain people.

ALSO, props to farmerg1214 for the Canada and snuggling idea.

Happy Easter.

A.Y.P.