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A/N: Damn. It's been a while. I didn't know it was this long though. So, sorry. I kind of, and when I say kind of I mean REALLY, had huge writer's block. The idea of this story popped into my head unexpectedly and I just typed it up right away. Hopefully it's good enough for your liking. Read, review, and tell me what you think. Happy Reading.


Chapter 10

Through out the whole concert Miley was always throwing glances my way. Only I saw it though, since I knew her so well and she's just a great performer like that. They were curious glances. Shocked, surprised, and confused with a hint of hurt in them. I knew she was wondering why I was with Joannie of all people, especially after what had happened, but I just ignored her looks and enjoyed the concert.

I tried to blend in with the crowd, turn around when she turned my way, but that was fruitless since I was like right there in front of her. The first seat right next to the damn cat walk. Isn't that something? There was a time when she reached out her hand to me and held onto it for a little too long with her eyes locked on mine. There was only me and her while Joannie was jumping up and down squealing about how I got to touch her hand. Oh, if only she knew.

Joannie was acting well behaved, too, at the concert. I pretty much had to beg and plead with her to not get all affectionate while Hannah was performing. She didn't understand why, but I used some pathetic excuse about how there were kids there, with their parents, who wouldn't enjoy the PDA of two girls together. She reluctantly agreed and kept the grazing of the hands, and wrapping an arm around the waist to a minimum.

Until now.

"Alright Staples Center!" Hannah yelled enthusiastically into the microphone. She grabbed a water bottle that was placed right in front of me, on the stage, and gave me a look as she was about to stand straight. She frowned but it went away as soon as it came, and I wondered why until I felt hot breath against my ear.

"You know, she stares at you a lot." Joannie said. I shivered and shook my head before turning around to see Joannie's face right in front of mine. I jumped back a little.

"Joannie!" I hissed, looking around us suspiciously. She frowned then pulled away.

She mumbled, "Sorry." I turned back around and focused all of my attention on Hannah.

"How is everyone's night so far?!" she asked the packed arena after taking a swig from her bottle. Everyone started screaming their reply, and the whole building rumbled. "Great! I'm havin' an awesome time, too! It's always great to be home in LA!" she informed and smiled widely as everyone screamed excitedly. "The concert's almost comin' to its end, but I've got a treat for you all." she paused when people yelled in excitement.

A few seconds later the large jumbo screens surrounding the stage slowly descended towards the stage. A moment after that the lights went out all throughout arena and pictures slowly started to show up on the large screens, while the instrumental of True Friend played softly in the background.

"These next, and last, two songs are dedicated to a very close friend of mine." Miley's voice wafted throughout the arena. "She couldn't make it here tonight," she slowly looked out in the crowd and stopped until it landed on me, "but I know she's always around." she said softly. "Best friends are a dime a dozen, but True Friends are One in a Million."

As she said this, huge blown up pictures of Lola and Hannah started showing on the screen. Everyone oohed and awed as the picture faded to another one and Hannah started singing the first verse of the song.

I just stood there and listened as she sang while watching the pictures pop up at different intervals. I noticed that the ones where we were staring into each others eyes with an intense gaze and huge smiles graced our lips seemed to show for a longer amount of time than ones taken by the paparazzi.

As the song was winding down it transitioned and blended perfectly well with the instrumental version of One in a Million. When she started singing I was put in a trance. Sure, I've heard her sing this song plenty of times, but this was the first time she was singing towards me... for me. I felt like the biggest jackass around when her eyes locked onto mine and saw hurt in her eyes. I threw a questioning look her way, but she just shook her head and turned away from me before making her way to the furthest end away from where I was standing.

Why did she have that look in her eyes for? I was just standing there with Joannie's arms wrapped around my waist, her chin perched on my right shoulder, and her lips were attached to my ear lobe. Why would she be hurt? Then my eyes went wide at the realization.

"Joannie!" I exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?!" I ripped her arms off of me and stepped away from her. I wanted to be discreet about my outburst, but the little girl who sat next to us clutched onto her mother and hid behind her. I gave the mom an apologetic look and got a glare in return as she tried to comfort her daughter.

Joannie sighed in annoyance. "What does it look like! There's a romantic song playing, what did you expect me to do? Nothing?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah! That would have been nice."

"What's the point of spending every cent I've saved up for a concert if I can't even fully enjoy it with my girlfriend!" she yelled a little too loudly. Almost every head in the orchestra pit turned their attentions away from Hannah and stared at us.

I got angry with the unwanted attention and at the fact that Joannie was being well... Joannie. "I told you! There are kids around." What a lame excuse. Joannie seemed to think so too because she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"So what? They're gonna be exposed to it sooner or later." she reasoned, reaching out a hand to try and grasp mine. If this is how she's going to try and soothe me, it's not working. I pulled my hand away just as her fingertips grazed my palm.

"Later would be better." From the corner of my eye I saw the mother nod her head in agreement. "See, even she thinks so." I pointed to the mother.

"Well, we all have our own opinions." Joannie said in frustration. Again I saw the lady nod in agreement. I gave her a weird look and she just shrugged.

I shook my head and turned my full attention back on Joannie. "Look okay, I just don't want to be all affectionate right now."

She gave me a bewildered look, "Why not? It's not like anyone we know is here at this concert." she tried to reason, but failed miserably since she was dead wrong.

"I just don't, okay!" I finally snapped as Hannah finished her song and the whole arena cheered. The look on Joannie's face broke my heart but I didn't make an attempt to try and comfort her. Not even when she pushed her way through the bodies of parents with their offspring. I just watched as she rubbed the tears away from her eyes and got swallowed by the sea of concert goers.

I turned my attention back on the stage, just as Hannah finished giving her thank yous, and saw her staring at me with hurt and disappointment in her eyes. She shook her head, thanked the arena one last time, and made her way to the back.

"Fuck." I said under my breath, but it wasn't low enough because the mother heard me. She shot me an incredulous look, gathered her stuff, and ushered her daughter away from the idiotic moron who probably just ruined her life(me).

I contemplated on what to do. Go after Joannie, apologize for being a dick, and lose Miley, or go backstage to "meet" Hannah, try to work things out, and lose Joannie. Both plans sucked because no matter which I chose I'd end up losing the other.

For good.

This really shouldn't be so hard! One has been my best friend since our first meeting, and the other was the girl who won my heart over first... even if she was already with my other best friend. One was a brunette with blue eyes, and the other was also a brunette but with brown eyes. One's a secret international pop star who people would kill to date, while the other was an average girl who'd kill anyone who made a move on her that she didn't enjoy. They both had their pros and cons, weaknesses and strengths, and fuck why does this have to be so hard?

"FUCK!" I yelled when I got frustrated.

"Excuse me!" I turned around quickly and saw a lingering mother/daughter pair standing there. The mother had an offended look on her face while cupping her daughter's ears. "I blame television for ill-mannered kids like you." she tutted as she lead her daughter away from me.

"Can this night get any worse?" I wondered loudly, not expecting an answer but got one anyway.

"It might if you give me the wrong answer." Every bone in my body froze when I heard that southern drawl come from behind me from the stage. I turned around slowly and was met with Miley, not Hannah, in normal street clothes. Her gaze made me want to shrink into a corner and curl into a ball, it was so intense.

I just stood rooted to my spot trying, but failing miserably, to think of something, anything, to say. My mouth opened and closed one too many times as things I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. I'm sorry! Please forgive me. I fucked up. I'm sorry.

"I guess it's times like these where actions really do speak louder than words." Miley broke my inner battle. "I don't ever want to see you again, Lilly." she spat before spinning on her heels and running off the stage towards the back.

"Miley!" I yelled after her. I hopped over the barrier than blocked the fans from getting too close to the stage and ran around it towards the stairs at the side. After I climbed up the steps, I sprinted across the stage and broke free from the stagehands that tried to stop me. "Miley, please!" One of the guys had a firm grip on my upper arm, but released me as soon as my fist connected squarely in the middle of his face.

I ran and ran until I finally caught up to her, just before she could exit out of the back entrance. Luckily I'd been around the arena so many times I knew which hallways to take. As soon as I reached out a hand, grasped onto her wrist, and firmly turned her around my face snapped to the right side. Shit. She slaps harder than Joannie. "I can't believe you Lilly!" she cried. The hurt, betrayal, and tears in her eyes shattered every piece of my heart. She slapped me again, this time my face snapped to the left. "You fucking asshole!" She balled up her fists and hit me on my chest repetitively. "You asshole... Why?" she whimpered. I just stood in place and let her take out everything on me until she wore herself out.

I gently closed my fingers around her fists and held them to my chest as her weight buckled underneath her and she fell into me. "I-I'm sorry." I choked out, taking my hands off of her fists and snaking them behind her back. "I-I'm so fucking sorry." My breathing was hitched and I had a hard time inhaling much needed breaths of air.

"Why?" She asked through her sobs.

"I don't know..." I answered unsure. "It just happened."

I guess she didn't take too kindly to such a shitless answer and pulled herself away from my embrace. The hurt on her features hardened to one of anger. "How long?" she demanded to know, clenching her jaws. I saw her ball her fists against her sides until her knuckles turned white.

"Uh..." I stalled.

"How LONG!" she yelled.

I flinched, "That big welcoming bonfire for Seniors." I answered quietly, ducking my head.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" she screamed in outrage. The next thing I knew I was laid out on my ass on the cold concrete. Stunned I looked around and wondered how I got there until Miley stepped closer to me and loomed over me. "That was six months ago!" she exclaimed.

"I know." My stupid mouth just wouldn't shut up. Miley's glare made me purse my lip shut.

"Did you also know that she's your best friends girlfriend?"

I looked down, ashamed. "Yeah." I answered weakly.

"God!" she threw her hands in the air and started pacing back and forth. "No wonder Oliver always asked me if Joannie was acting any differently after that night." she said more to herself than me. "I thought she was, but I didn't know you had anything to do with it." She paused her pacing to throw a heated look at me. "I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry." I apologized lamely.

"I can't fucking believe you."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I just fucking can't."

I started getting irritated. "I know. I'm sorry." I forced the words out.

"I can't."

"I KNOW! I SAID I WAS SORRY!" I finally lost it and yelled at her. She looked shocked for a minute, at the outburst, then regained her composure.

She held a finger out and waved it angrily in my face. "Don't you yell at me!" she said angrily. "You have NO right to be getting angry around here." she said through gritted teeth. "You are in the wrong, not me! You're the one who helped her best friends girlfriend cheat on him. You're the one who played me. You're the one who broke my damn heart!" By the time she was done she was red in the face and panting hard with her hands balled into fists at her sides.

"We barely went out for a month." I pointed out weakly, not staring at her at all.

"But I've been in love with you for much longer than that." Was her almost inaudible response. I tensed up and snapped my head to look at her.

I gasped, "What?"

"Why haven't you seen it?" she asked, shaking her head and walking away from me. She stopped at the exit and kept her back to me. "The failed relationships, the sleep overs, the cuddling, the hand holding, the lingering of hugs and kisses, just everything. It was so obvious, everyone saw it."

"Miley, I-,"

"No, just save it Lilly. The damage has been done. I don't think I could ever forgive you. Just do me a favor and stay away." With that she walked out the door, without a second glance, and I was alone in the vacated back area.

A/N: Please don't kill me! I'll do it myself... when I'm ready.. to go... lol. ANYWAY. Hope you still liked it despite the drama. It was fun to write. Now... reviewskeeez, please? K, thanks!