A/N: Of course inspiration hits when I am trying to go to bed. Again.

5 Letters

By Melissa

"Who is that, Momma?"

Miley Stewart Ryan sat with her youngest daughter, looking at her high school yearbook.

"That's Uncle Oliver, silly. Of course, he had a lot more hair back then."

The little girl giggled. "Oh yeah."

The older woman flipped to the next page.

"And there I am."

"Awwwww! Your hair was really long!! Will mine ever grow like that?"

"Absolutely, sweet pea."

The brunette girl pointed to another picture. "Who is that next to you?"

Miley gave her daughter a sad smile. "That's Lilly. She was my best friend."

Light blue eyes turned to her mother, confused. "How come I've never met her?"

"I haven't seen her in a long time, Suzie. But I miss her very much."

The little girl looked back at the book. "What are those letters written there?"

Miley looked closer. They had been written in Lilly's distinctive script. "T, E, A, M and O. For the life of me, I never did understand what 'Team O' meant. It sounds like something Uncle Oliver would have said."

At that moment, Miley's son, Jake Jr., walked through the living room. At 16 years old, he had his father's hair and height, but his mother's eyes. He was turning into quite the lady killer.

"Hi, JJ. Where's my middle child?"

"Marie is over at Kristen's, as usual. She said something about Kristen teaching her how to skateboard. You know how attached at the hip those two are." He shrugged. "She'll be back in time for supper. What are you two doing?"

"Looking at Momma's yearbook!"

The young man came over and pecked his mother and youngest sister on the head. He peered at the glossy pages.

"Heh, look at you," he said. This earned him a good natured slap.

"Huh," he said a moment later.

"What?"

"Oh. Those letters there. It looks like 'Team O,' but it actually spells something if you read it in Spanish. That's a weird coincidence."

"What does it spell?" Miley had always taken French in high school and college.

"It says, 'Te Amo.' It means, 'I love you.'"

He ruffled his little sister's hair and went to the kitchen to grab a snack.

Suzie glanced at her mother, and immediately became concerned.

"Why are you crying, Momma?"