A/N: Guess whooo?!
I know these chapters are mega short but I can't resist giving teasing you lot! =D
BTW the ketchup thing was because of the first HM episode where Miley is trying to score with that Jonny guy... Lilly also calls her "totally cute" and gives her a friendship bracelet. Aww =]
R&R my lovelies!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I have to give them back once I've finished playing.
Fate
"M-Miley?" The blonde stuttered as she looked into her old friends eyes.
"Oh my lord, Lilly?" Her eyes reflected the same look of shock Lilly could feel on her own face.
"Christ, why are you here?" The ketchup was beginning to coagulate on Lilly's hands and she hastily wiped it off.
"I live here, what in the Sam Heck are you doing here?" Miley hadn't taken her eyes off the blonde.
"I live here!" Lilly let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Something in her chest was leaping madly.
"What, where? Not that old ranch…" Miley's eyes widened even more as Lilly nodded.
"Yeah. I moved in last month. You remembered?" Lilly bit her lip to stop it from quivering as Miley replied.
"I remember everything Lils." The brunette's eyes shined as unshed tears clouded the blue. She slowly reached a hand out to rest on the blonde's but before it made contact Lilly stood up abruptly.
"Miles…" A tear slips down her cheek as she bolted out of the diner, leaving a weeping Miley and a confused Ryan behind.
Lilly ran blindly down the street ignoring the few concerned looks and questions. She didn't stop until she was in her bedroom, lying with her face buried in the covers. Tears soaked into the fabric as her sobs are muffled. Her chest feels like it's been ripped apart and she wrapped her arms around herself to hold it together. It didn't feel right. She couldn't deny that her heart leapt when she found herself staring into those familiar ocean eyes but now she was drowning herself in salty tears. The shock had been too much, it's not that she had wanted to run but her legs had moved automatically. Fight or flight. She should have fought for their friendship five years ago, instead she had let distance and ambition destroy it. Her distance and Miley's ambition. It's not like they hadn't tried; they e-mailed each other and called but it just wasn't the same. The first Christmas after Lilly left for college was the worst. She had gone home especially to see Miley. She had it all planned out. Malibu was odd at Christmas, it was sunny, which never felt right to Lilly. They planned to meet on the beach and exchange gifts. Lilly strolled along the sand and sat outside Rico's, which was closed for the holidays. She was a few minutes early so she took the time to admire the beach. It was still the same as ever. The minutes ticked by and Lilly watched out for Miley. Minutes turned into hours. Finally Lilly admitted defeat. She wasn't coming. The gift she had spent forever wrapping was left on the table as she walked home sobbing. That was the last Christmas she spent in Malibu. She'd hoped Miley would call and make things better but all she got was a text. 'Sorry, Hannah emergency xox.' Hannah. The third party in their relationship, like a wall she came between them and like a wall nothing short of a sledgehammer could shift her. It had been different when she had Lola but Lola was in a box at the back of her closet. Lilly doubted she had the energy to resurrect her.
Slowly her sobs turned into whimpers which sounded so pathetic that Lilly stopped immediately. She was not pathetic. She sat up and went to the bathroom to get a shower. The hot water opened her sinuses that were clogged from her crying. As the water drummed onto her skin a flurry of thoughts whirled around her head. Miley lived here. Possibly in the huge white mansion. She had moved here because fate had showed her this house. What if fate meant for her to meet Miley again? What if this was their chance to reconcile? She had missed her best friend. Five years hadn't helped her move on. There was still a part of her that was Lilly Truscott; hyperactive skater girl, sidekick to Miley Ray Stewart; secret rock star. That side of her had been buried under years of denial but in two minutes Miley had dug it up. That side of her was screaming for her to get dressed, grab her board and see her best friend. She shut the water off, wrapped a towel around herself and went to her room. The light in her closet flared and she made her way along the rails of clothes, picking a pair of skinny jeans and a Blue October tee shirt. She was just about to leave when a box caught her eye. It was the one that had floored her earlier that day. She picked it up; noticing that it was heavier than it looked and brought it into her room. It was fairly large so she placed it on the floor. She pulled on her clothes then sat cross legged in front of it. She tore the parcel tape off and lifted the flaps. In her heart she knew what was inside before she even looked.