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The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the air is crisp and clear, and I'm miserable. I kissed Lilly and although it should have been pure bliss, it sort of wasn't considering she was not really all that there. She didn't know her actions or the effect her actions will soon have towards me. I also shouldn't have ran, I ran away and left Lilly all there all by herself alone, drunk. Oh my God.

My heart races and I want my feet to run but they are not responding. I left Lilly, alone and drunk, outside. Holy crap. I run, yet again, but this times towards Lilly's house. I reach Lilly's house and pray to God that she is inside and alright. I don't even think nor have manners, as my mind focuses on Lilly. I run up to the Truscott's front door, turn the handle and bust in. Apparently I did that very loudly because Mr. Truscott stopped midway in drinking his coffee, mouth open and all, and just stares at me, while Mrs. Truscott is frozen holding a frying pan in her hand, and what looks like an omelet inside. Now I freeze. "Oh sorry." My hand still on the handle I back up and close the door. Wow, that was epic. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. If only you saw there faces. Once I gain composure I knock on the door. The door opens and I'm greeted by Mrs. Truscott.

"Why hello Miley, what an unexpected surprise. Please come in." She opens the door all the way for me, and I could tell she was holding in a laugh. I greet her and thank her as I step inside.

"Hello Mr. Truscott, nice day huh?" Mr. Truscott lifts his coffee mug towards me and smiles. Why can't I have parents like this? "So umm…is Lilly upstairs?"

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn my head around to see Mrs. Truscott smiling at me. "Go right on up dear." I thank them and turn to head upstairs. "Oh and Miley," I turn on the stairs and look at Mrs. Truscott. "I don't think she is feeling to well, could you bring this up to her?"

Her mother hands me some tea and toast. I nod my head as I accept the tray and head upstairs. Poor Lilly she must have a killer hangover. As I make my way to her room, the room that became my room, I'm a nervous wreck. Apart of me wants Lilly to remember last night; another part of me does not. I could tell her how I feel, get it over with and live happily ever after, or I could continue to suffer why I pretend I don't have these feelings for her.

I balance the tray in my hand as I slowly turn the doorknob and enter Lilly's room. "Lilly?" I try to keep my voice quiet incase she does have a headache. The room is dark and I look all around for her. Until I notice a lump in her bed. "Lilly?" I put the tray down on her desk and walk over to her bed.

She is sprawled out everywhere; parts of the covers are barely covering her body, her left arm hangs over the bed. "Lilly?" She moans slightly and turns over on her bed, so she is lying on her back. I sit down on the bed and look at her. Her hair is spilled everywhere on her pillow and she looks slightly pale. I am definitely killing Oliver. I reach my hand forward and brush her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry." Lilly moves herself as she moans and puts slight pressure on my hand as it cups her cheek. "Lilly?"

Lilly squirms and I pull my hand away from her as if she was lava. She carefully opens her eyes and quickly shuts them. She brings her hands up to her eyes and rubs them. She groans again as she turns. She lifts herself up and I do my best to help her. She opens her eyes and holds her head in her hands. "M-Miley?"

"Hold on." Her voice was hoarse and I could image her mouth is drier than the Sarah Desert. I go to the bathroom and get her a glass of water. "Here." I hand it to her and she takes it with a shaky hand.

She drinks it down like it's her life and wipes her mouth. "Thanks." She hands the cup back to me and I put it next her tea and toast.

"How are you feeling?" She groans again. I wish I could just take the pain away.

"Like I had been hit by a truck…repeatedly" I move over and sit on the bed next to her. "Miley promise me something?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure anything Lil."

A small smile reaches her lips and it matches the smile in her eyes. "Never let me drink again." I laugh lightly and she joins in, but stops with a groan. Her head must kill. One thing I love about Lilly, her sense of humor. She leans her head back and closes her eyes. "Make the pain stop Miles."

Gosh, I cannot believe how desperate, hurt, and lonely she sounds, she is usually pretty strong. "I'm sorry, but there is nothing you can take Lil." She winces and I reach over and grab her hand, she accepts, and I rub my thumb across her hand. "I'd do anything to take the pain way Lilly."

She opens her eyes and a new smile is on her face. She squeezes my hand tighter. She moves her free hand and traces my cheek. Oh God. She still can't be somewhat drunk right? Does she even remember last night? My mouth goes dry, my heart speeds, up and eventually Lilly will be the death of me. "I know Miles, me too." She looks into my eyes and I look away.

I feel my hand start to sweat and I pull it away and stand up, letting Lilly's hand glide across my cheek. "Umm…yeah, well, I…uh" I clear my throat and turn around not facing Lilly; I feel my face grow hot. "Umm Lilly?" I fidget with my hands before tapping them lightly against each other, I have to ask. "D-do you remember anything from last night?" I turn around and look at Lilly.

She frowns, slightly, and I do to. "I'm sorry Miles, I-I don't." I put my head down, just great. "I didn't do anything embarrassing or stupid did I?" Panic strikes Lilly and she sits forward.

I smile reassuringly. "No Lilly, you did not." I put my hands inside my pockets and silence falls between us. "Look, you need your rest; umm I think I'm going to catch up with Oliver." Or kill him. I turn to leave, but stop once I hear Lilly's voice.

"Miley?" I look at her. "Thank you." She smiles.

I swallow. "You're welcome Lilly." I leave quietly and head downstairs saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Truscott. Back to friends.

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I'm on my way to Oliver's and boy is he in for it. Before I got here I swung by my house to shower and change, and I realized something. I changed. I changed a lot. I dress slightly differently, although they are still my same clothes, they are neater. My hair, I'm in shock, the blue is fading and I'm letting my natural hair color show, I also don't put my bangs so much in my eyes anymore, although since they sometimes go back to covering them, because that is how they are cut. I never realized it until I looked in the mirror. I've changed. I think my whole attitude and personality as well. Usually I would bitch at people if they ever did something to me, now I pretty much just let it roll off my shoulders. I'm happier more too. It's weird.

I have no more time to think about it as I walk inside Oliver's house. "OLIVER!!!!" Time to let the tiger Miley out. I don't worry about Oliver's parents I know they are both at work. "OLIVER GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE!" I hear a thud from upstairs and I have no patience to wait, I run up the stairs and head towards Oliver's room. I swing Oliver's half closed door open and I see Oliver on the floor tangled in his sheets. Oliver looks at me and I look at him and fear comes up in his eyes. "You're dead." Oliver tries to scramble to his feet but I pounce on him making him yell like a little girl.

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"Okay uncle, mercy, I'm sorry, I didn't know." Oliver pleas with me as I have him face down on the floor his arm twisted behind him and me sitting on his back. "I'm sorry, let go of my arm before you break it."

"You better be fucking sorry." I pull his arm slightly tighter and he yelps in pain. Does Oliver deserve this much hurt? Probably not, but I am getting a good laugh out of it. I let go of Oliver's arm and get off of him. I beat him up pretty good. His lip is swollen and he has a cut near his eye, I even kicked him in the stomach a few times. He sits up and holds his arm in pain. I sit down on the floor across from him. "Sorry Oliver, but how could you be so stupid? I mean really come on."

He holds his arms and looks at me. "I'm sorry Miley, honestly, she said she could control herself, and I believed her, I'm sorry Miles, but you seem more upset then usual, why?"

"Because Oliver," Maybe I beat him up more than necessary but that was because I'm frustrated. Lilly kissed me and she does not even remember it. How can I not be mad? "Because…" My voice grows weaker and I'm sure Oliver cannot hear me right now. "Because she kissed me."

I don't look at Oliver as I find new interest in his floor. "Oh, Miles, I'm…" Oliver does not say anything else; he scoots over closer to me and makes me rest my head on his shoulder. Thank God for Oliver.

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I spent a couple of hours at Oliver's we watched a few movies, ate some pizza, and just chilled. Now I'm home and it feels all to empty. I'm running out of money, I'm running out of food, I'm running out of clothes, since I can't buy any detergent to wash them.

I head up to my room and take another look at myself in the mirror. Total transformation. I cannot believe it. I did a complete one-eighty. I'm losing my image, my all around, tough girl attitude, my I don't care, my piss off, my everything. I'm happier and sweeter, I dress differently, I smile more, I'm not who I thought I was.

Who am I?

If this is me now, who was I before? Is this me or was that me? And what about when I was younger? I don't have an all that great memory but I know I was not a juvenile delinquent when I was a kid. So I guess this is me and that was not me. I close my eyes and shake my head, now I'm confused. I inch closer to the mirror and put my hand on top of my reflections hand. I slightly bite my lower lip as I see tears well up in my eyes. I let my hand fall slightly on the mirror before I lean my head forward and cry. I shift all my body on the mirror before I slide down. I pull my knees close to my chest and let my elbow rest on my knees, as I hold my head in my hands.

Stop it Miles, you are tougher than this; you are strong, like a rock, no time to break down. I push my hair back and turn around to look at myself one last time. I changed…and I don't like it.

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I have a funny feeling Miley might do something totally drastic, what do you think? And it's about time I called DCF for Miley's Dad. Okay this is slightly a dry chapter to me, but I hope you guys' liked it. So what will Miley do? Is Lilly telling the whole truth? Find out next chapter. Till then :).