2 weeks later

Robbie Ray handed her the package, and she took it nervously, staring at it for a moment. "She would have wanted you to have it" he replied, and Lilly nodded, smiling at him.
"Thank you" she murmured as he wrapped her in a tight hug.
Robbie Ray grinned at her, pulling away and tapping his cowboy hat. "We'll see y'all in a bit" he said, waving at Nick before him and Jackson hopped in their car.

Lilly stood there for a moment, holding the brown package Mr. Stewart had handed to her. "Lilly?" Nick asked, snapping his fingers in her face.
Lilly jumped slightly. "Yeah, yeah" she mumbled, walking into Mr. Stewart's house.
Robbie Ray and Jackson were leaving for the Christmas Holidays, and asked Lilly and Nick to watch his house. As much as Lilly didn't want to be here, she thought that they deserved a break. Robbie Ray had asked Joe to stay with Lilly, but she refused, so Nick agreed to stay with her. It was a little stupid, seeing as Nick lived next door, and he could go back there at night, but Lilly couldn't help being grateful that someone was staying with her. Miley would be here too of course, Mr. Stewart already put Miley's crib in Miley's old room.
Nick watched her for a moment, before following.
Lilly collapsed on the couch, staring at the package. Nick sat next to her, staring at it as well.
"You going to open it?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrow at her.
Lilly nodded, sliding her finger under the tape and taking out a pink fuzzy diary.
Nick chortled. "What's that?"
"Miley's diary" Lilly whispered, running her finger down the front. She couldn't read this, diaries were meant to hold your secrets. But then again, she already knew all Miley's secrets right? So it couldn't be that big of a deal. She reached into the bottom of the package, pulling out a tiny gold key. She stared at it for a moment, and then set it on the table, slipping the diary back into the package.
Nick watched her place it on the table, and part of him longed to read it. He wanted to know if Miley used to write about him, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't want to know.
"You ain't going to read it?" he asked, standing up and locking the front door.

Lilly shook her head. "I think I'm going to go to bed" she replied, standing up, grabbing the diary and running to Miley's room. She locked the door behind her, and turned to face her room. Everything was just like she left it; it almost looked like she was still there. Clothes were tossed carelessly out of her closet, and shoe was hanging off her mirror. A few magazines were scattered around her unmade bed, and her Hannah wig was placed in plain sight. Lilly frowned, the only thing that had changed, was a stack of cardboard boxes in the corner. Mr. Stewart was going to pack up her room, but probably couldn't do it.

She nervously sat on the bed, sinking into the many cushions. She could feel it. She could feel Miley, and she really wondered if it was possible for Miley to be watching her right now.

Lilly ran a hand through her blonde curls and picked up Miley's diary again. She grabbed the key and nervously opened the lock. She opened to the first page, scanning it quickly. It wasn't that old, a few months or so, when they first started High school. She flipped to a slightly recent page, the page before the car accident.

Dear Diary,

Let me rephrase that.
Dear Lord; or whoever is there watching over me and laughing,
Its getting hard to bare. All my happiness has died. My heart broken in a million pieces, my dreams thrown against the wall and my hopes crushed like the simplest bug. It's all been taken away from me. Whenever I try to tell someone about how unhappy I am, their comments are always the same. 'You always seem so happy!' and my reply stays the same as well; anyone can smile. School is horrible, I'm completely terrified inside, for reasons I cannot point out. I have given up on everything, seeing as I have lost everything. My family is all I have, I would give my dad and brother anything, in return for a full day of their love. Thought everything has become hard and horrid; I'm still here, aren't I? Sometimes I wish nothing more than death…I need your help Lord, please don't let me be in pain any longer…
Always and Forever,
Miley

She felt her hands shake, the journal falling from her hands and landing with a soft thud on the ground. Lilly quickly wiped at her face as tears filled up in her eyes. Miley was unhappy? What could Miley be so sad about? And why didn't she tell her?
Lilly bit her lip, slowly standing up. Maybe, the car accident was planned, maybe Miley wanted to die, so she got someone to hit her? No…nobody would agree to that, it was sick. Lilly covered her mouth with her hand, crying quietly. What the hell was going on?

Maybe that was what the dreams were about. Miley was trying to tell her why she was sad…Wait, no, Lilly! Snap out of it! Miley can't try and tell you something, she's dead, remember? You're never going to see her again…Wait, yes you will, when you die, she'll be there waiting…Right?

Lilly fumbled with her shoelace, trying to calm herself. She stood up and grabbed the key from the coffee table, before leaving Mr. Stewarts house and locking the door behind her. She wandered slowly down the steps, shoving her hands in her pockets. She zipped up her sweater and walked a little faster. She tried not to think about what Miley wrote in her diary, but she couldn't help it, it was consuming her.
She walked up Oliver's steps, ringing the doorbell nervously.

"Oliver?" she squeaked when he opened the door, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You ok?" he asked, staring at his friend for a moment. She shook her head and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the steps and towards the beach.

"Lilly, can you tell me what is going on?" Oliver asked when Lilly had stopped in front of Rico's.
Lilly paused, her breath quickening. "Was Miley happy?"
He pulled his hand away, staring at her for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Was she happy?! It's a simple question, Oliver." Lilly snapped, and Oliver looked hurt.
"Yes, she was happy…why?" he answered, not looking at Lilly now.
Lilly paused. "I'm sorry for snapping, but Oliver, are you positive?"
Oliver shook his head and shrugged, sitting down on a beach chair. "I'm not positive, but she seemed happy. She was always smiling…she was always herself." He replied.
Lilly sighed. "She's a good actress. Really think about it, did Miley ever seem…sad?"

Oliver took a deep breathe. "Well, she was sad when you left, if that's what you mean" he replied, looking at her again.
Lilly pulled a chair up next to him, sitting down. "Kay…" she murmured, closing her eyes and thinking.

"Why? Lilly, what's going on?" Oliver asked, taking her hand and watching her.
Lilly bit her lip again, frowning. "I don't know. I just wanted to know if she was happy" she lied.

"You're crying." Oliver commented, frowning slightly.

"Allergies" Lilly replied, wiping her face.

"You don't have allergies Lilly…" Oliver said slowly, and she whimpered.

"I know" she whispered, tears falling more quickly now.

Oliver looked at her sympathetically, before pulling her into a tight hug.

"Oliver…were you in love with Miley?"

A/N; Oh my gosh. I'm so terribly, incredibly, sorry. I should've updated so much sooner, but I didn't. xD I'm really sorry, I'll try to update more frequently, because I know how annoying it is waiting for someone to update. I'll explain more why it took me so long later…Read and Review 8D