Lillys P O V
"Hello?" I asked as I switched from talking to Oliver to the other call.
"Lilly?" someone croaked on the other side. It sounded like Miley crying.
"Miley?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me Lil," she said.
"Why haven't you called me, like, at all?" I asked.
"I don't know but I really screwed up here Lil," she blubbered.
"Come on Miley, I know you couldn't have done too bad," I comforted.
"It's bad. Lilly, how could I ever let myself love someone who wasn't Jake?" she asked.
Love someone?
"What? Did you find a guy down there Miley?" I asked.
"yeah," she whispered as her crying got even worse.
"Okay, calm down Miley you'll be fine. Just tell me, why is it such a bad deal?" I asked.
"Because, Jake would hate me!" she cried.
"Miley he would never hate you. He would want you to move on," I assured.
"No Lilly. He wouldn't want me to move on to his half brother," she wailed.
"Yes- what?? Did you just say his half brother?" I asked.
Miley began crying harder.
"Hey hey, you're just fine, but tell me what happened," I said.
"Do you remember Jake's full name? It's Jake Austin Ryan," she said. "This guy just told me his full name. Austin Jake Ryan."
"Yeah..." Lilly said.
"And then.. I dropped this bottle I'll tell you about that later, but anyways, he's like 'yeah, that's my half brother'," she told.
"Oh, Miley. I'm sorry, but I promise you that Jake wouldn't hate you," I comforted.
"It's too late. I'm coming back to California," she said.
"Miley-" I argued.
"No, I need to get away from here," she said.
"Miley you need to talk to your dad."
"No. He wouldn't understand," she said.
"Miley, he lost your mom to cancer, so I'm pretty sure he'd understand the situation," I said.
"No. He wouldn't. He wouldn't understand it, because he doesn't know hardly any of it. He doesn't know the full story, and neither do you," Miley said.
"Miley he would just try to- wait. Did you say that I don't know the full story?" I asked.
"Yeah. There's more, but I don't know if now is a good time to tell you," Miley said.
"Miley, I'm your best friend. It's always a good time to tell me anything," I assured.
"I don't know. This is... this is... I don't know what it is, but it's big I know that much," she said.
"Miley come on," I urged.
"Fine, but you have to promise you won't get mad at me," she said.
"Miley," I said.
"No, promise," she said.
"Alright I'm holding out my pinky, shake on it," I said.
"And you have to promise not to tell," Miley said.
"Miley!" I screamed.
"Okay, okay. On my first day here I went to a party where I met this guy, and I might have tried alcohol for the first time," she said.
"Okay... so you had a drink one time, I won't hate you for that," I said.
"No Lil. That was my first, but it wasn't my last. I'm almost drunk right now. I've had quite a bit and the more guilty I get the more I drink," she cried. She began crying even more.
I didn't know what to say.
"Promise not to tell?" Miley blubbered.
I opened my mouth but words didn't come out. I hung up the phone and went to bed. I forgot about Oliver waiting for me.
Miley's P O V
The next morning I woke up with a hang over. It wasn't horrible, but I did manage to throw up. Dad found me on the steps while I was going back to my bedroom.
"Hey Miles. How about you and I go down stairs and watch some TV?" he asked.
"Um.. not now dad, I've got a headache," I lied. Well, sort of lied. hangovers like this do include headaches.
I headed to my room and started to shut the door.
"Yeah well than how about I come in there with you?" he asked. He invited himself in. I had a feeling he knew...
"What do you want dad?" I asked as politely as possible.
"Nothing. Haven't heard from Oliver or Lilly in a while," he said.
"Yeah, I actually talked to Lilly last night while I was at that party," I said.
"Oh okay. I talked to her today," dad said.
I stopped in my tracks from trying to charge my cell phone.
"Uh huh..." I said acting natural.
"Anything you want to tell me Miles?" he asked.
That was it. It was all that I could take.
"Okay, dad just please let me explain," I started. I started to get the familiar sting in my eyes.
"Oh Miles," he said pulling me into a big hug into his stomach. I cried out loud for a minute. I could have sworn that I heard someone outside the door. I knew I must have when a few moments later, Cole came in and hugged me too. He must have had something to do with it.
"I'm sorry dad," I said.
"Miley, there's something that I need to be sorry about too," dad said. I picked my head up out of his stomach and whipped some tears, smearing some eyeliner in the process.
"What?" I asked completely confused.
"I'm sending you to a treatment center in Texas until you can leave alcohol behind," dad said.
Ten minutes later, I silently crept out of the house away from anyone's grasp, running as fast as I could to Austin's house. There had to be someone who would help me.