As you guys probably know, I have a shitty school that gives us the least time possible for breaks. Yay for 2 days off for Thanksgiving? So yeah, blame my school for why this is kinda late ;].

I put up Cae's blond curls into pigtails and grin.

"Aww! Look how cute you look!"

Oliver comes out of the bathroom with a freshly shaven face.

"Ready?" he asks.

"Yup."

"Vegas here we come, baby!"

One good thing about visiting Miley is that her rehab center is that it's in Vegas. We have a five hour drive of nothing but dessert first, though. Yay.

We get settled in the car, Oliver driving in the front and me and Cae in the back.

"You excited?" Oliver yells from the front seat, trying to get me hear through all the open windows. He's probably pretending that we're in some expensive convertible.

"Uh, no. Not really."

Spending the weekend in a cheap hotel in Vegas visiting our best friend in rehab isn't exactly exciting.

"Lilly," he scoffs, "It's Las freaking Vegas. You've gotta enjoy it."

"Why are you being so annoying? We're going for Miley, not to get drunk."

"You can't just go to Vegas and not get smashed."

I roll my eyes, "Could you at least try to act like a responsible parent?"

"No."

I smirk, "Fine. Sunday night I'll have like, one beer."

Oliver laughs, "You can't just have one-"

"That's it. Kay?" I smile, knowing that definitely will be it. I can't just cave in for Oliver.

"This is...nice." I mutter at the sight of the boring one story rehab center. Directly next to it there's a huge sign that says 'FLASH. Gentleman's club.' Now that's classy.

"So...we're here," Oliver says, "You'd think Miley would, uh..get sometime more luxurious, but, you know, I doubt she cares at this point.

I take a deep breath, "Let's go inside."

Oliver nods and grabs Caelyn's car seat.

I link our hands together and nervously slip through the door.

"H-Hi, we're here to see Miley Stewart," I say slowly.

The front desk woman has bleach blond hair and a low cut shirt showing her huge, probably fake, boobs. Her lips are bright red and her eyes are extremely dark from eyeliner. I smirk. She probably works as a stripper next door. "Miley isn't, uh, taking visitors other than, um, family right now."

"Look, we're pretty close to family so it would be-"

"I can't let you in!" She shrieks.

"God, I hate this job," she mutters, glancing at her shirt and pulling it down even farther and venting about how much she hates doing this.

I zone out of what she's saying, staring into the hallway. A very disheveled Miley is walking by. The color is drained out of everything in her. Her hair is lacking color. It's almost gray, and pulled up into a messy ponytail. Her face is white and pale with a large bruises all over it. She's wearing a white V-neck and gray sweatpants. This is so not Miley. Even though I was only looking at her for a split second, she saw me too. Her mouth falls open and she stops in her tracks.

"Lilly?" Miley squeaks.

I kind of nod, as much as I can, anyway.

It's like we're in a movie or something. Almost on cue we run to each other, hugging like we haven't seen each other in...months. My eyes tear up and I hug her even tighter.

"I'm...so...sorry."

She just nods, sobbing.

We hug for awhile and I guess in the middle of that Oliver must of joined us in the middle of it, because when I pull out and wipe my tears away he's standing there.

Miley pulls on a piece of stray hair awkwardly, "Can we please get out of this place?" she whispers, "They watch everything I do. I feel like I'm in freaking prison."

Oliver and I look at each other for a second and then nod. "Uh, sure," I mumble, taking one last look at the woman at the front counter, who's texting underneath the desk and nodding "Let's go."

Once we get outside Miley looks at both of us. "I guess, we're, uh, going to your hotel?" she says it blandly.

"Uh, yeah." I open the car door and Miley gets in.

I bite my nail and shoot a look at Oliver. What am I supposed say to her? It's not like we can just resume the conversation we had months ago, where we were joking and laughing.

"So...how has..uh..." Oliver stops, looking at me for support. I shrug. Like I know what to say to her.

Miley scrunches her eyebrows together. "Uh..."

"I'm sorry," I whimper, pushing my bangs back. Miley just kind of nods and stares at me.

We keep driving in silence. It's awkward and horrible. I just want to talk to her, but...what do I say? The only thing I know about her right now is the whole Jake thing. I don't wanna act like a tabloid, asking her if rumors are true and what actually happened.

"So...I should go," she mumbles.

"What about the h-"

"I just really think that I should leave."

Oliver manages a "B-bye...Miles," while driving her back to the center.

"Uh, so I'll see you...tomorrow?"

I nod and look at Oliver as soon as she steps out, "That was...horrible." I bury my head in my hands, shutting my eyes tight.

He slowly climbs to the back and rubs my back, "I know, baby."

I hug him tight and mumble, "I think we've lost her. She's- she's not our best friend anymore."

He nods, "We still have...tomorrow."

"To do what, awkwardly sit here in silence? I wanna go home."

"Let's just drive to the hotel and relax there, shall we?"

I kind of smile, at least I try to, "Sure."

It only takes us a couple minutes to get to the motel. Yeah, motel. Like, a crappy place with crappy things. Except for this place, calling it crappy is being nice.

"I. Hate. This. Place." I say sternly as we walk into the room. It consists of a bed with ugly pink covers with roses on them, a dresser and a bathroom I'm afraid to go in.

"I'm sorry, Lilly-Pop. I didn't think it would be... this shitty."

"It's alright," I bury Caelyn in my arms, refusing to sit on the bed or take off my shoes.

"I'm gonna take a shower!" Oliver yells from the bathroom.

"Ew, why?"

He didn't hear me, though, the water's already running.

I smile at Cae and she laughs.

"Yep, that's right. Daddy's an idiot. Isn't he?"

I hear a scream from the bathroom and smile even wider at her, "See?"

Oliver runs out of the bathroom naked and yells "MOUSE!"

It's not really funny anymore when he says that. "This place sucks," I mumble, looking at the floor.

"I know. I'm sorry, Lils."

"Wanna sleep in the car?"

"Aw come on, it's not that-" Oliver glares at the bathroom, "yeah. Let's go."

He gets dressed and heads out to the car. We uncomfortably lay in the back seat, Caelyn peacefully sleeping at our feet.

"Lilly-Pop, can I take you somewhere?"

I nod and Oliver gets in the front seat to drive again. He finally stops at a place with a huge sign that says "WEDDING CHAPEL. Open 24/7."

He takes a deep breath, "We're here."

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