The New Neighbors

Chapter 21

Crying Miley

I walked cheerlessly the next morning into school. How could Miley do this? I wanted to talk to her about this, but she wasn't on the bus this morning. She was probably avoiding me since I hollered at her yesterday.

I walked over to Lilly's locker, where I saw Lilly gathering some books from her locker. "Hey," I greeted her unenthusiastically.

"Hey," She greeted me the same way, "Have you talked to Miley since you yelled at her?" she questioned.

I shook my head no, "I haven't even seen her since then."

"Me either," She told me.

"Are you talking about Miley?" Jake Ryan said as he opened his locker.

"Yea," Lilly answered, "Have you seen her?"

"Nope! I just know that last night when she cancelled our date she sounded really upset," He informed us then walked away.

I wave of guilt washed over me. I became overly worried now. "What have I done?" I spoke in a low voice.

"What if she got so sad that she decided to play her guitar to sooth her, but then what if of her guitar strings broke, and then she thought why live life..." My eyes widen. "Oh my God! I killed Miley!" I exclaimed.

Lilly slapped her hand over my stomach, "Ow," I cried in pain.

"Stop being stupid! I doubt that happened. There is probably a good and logical explanation of why she isn't here today," Lilly stated then walked away.

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As I stepped inside my room, I flew my bag next to my door. I went over to my window and gazed at Miley's house.

Should I go over?

Before I knew it, I was out of my house, and walking across the street. "Please don't be dead, Please don't be dead," I silently murmured to myself, as I approached the front door. I know it was pretty ridiculous but knowing my luck, how could I think anything but the worse.

Mr. Stewart opened the door, "Is Miley dead?" I blurted out. He looked at me oddly.

"Are you alright up there boy?" He asked me. I wasn't even sure. He allowed me in. The whole atmosphere of the house seemed down, not very lively. Before I headed upstairs I saw Mr. Stewart flop on the couch, and sigh loudly. Something was going on...

I walked upstairs and ran into Jackson, "Hey Jackson," he gave me a weak 'hi' then disappeared in his room.

I continued to walk down the hall to Miley's bedroom. I heard muffle cries inside. It broke my heart. I knocked lightly on the door. "Co-ome in," I heard.

I opened the door and saw Miley laying down on her bed, facing away from me. Tissues were scattered about. Miley was still crying. "Miley?" I spoke letting her know I was here.

She quickly turned around in bed. After noticing it was me she shot up and quickly wiped away her tears. I noticed she was cuddling up against the bear I gave her from the carnival.

"O-Oliver, what are you doing here?" She asked. I looked down at her. Her eyes looked to be on the verge of crying, and her tear stained face showed she had been crying for quite some time.

"Came to see you," I admitted. "You weren't in school, and I got worried," I expressed. "What's wrong? It's not because of me from me yesterday, because I didn't mean it."

"No...I knew you wouldn't really mean that...You-you're too nice," She told me. A tear escaped and she quickly snatched it before it fell down her cheek.

"Then why are you crying?" I asked, sitting next to her on her bed now.

She looked down at her carpeted floor, "It-it's the anniversary-y of m-my mom's de-eath," She told me, then she started to cry again fully. I pulled her close to me, and she was now crying on my shoulder. I never asked why she didn't have a mother, incase it brought some bad memories. Now I knew that she no longer had a mom.

"Why did she have to go?" She whispered into my shoulder as she cried. I just rubbed her back and stroked her hair trying to sooth her.

I looked over at her bedside, and saw a picture of a woman who looked a lot like Miley. "Is that her, in the picture over there?" I asked.

Miley picked her head up and glanced over then, nodded. "She was the best woman you could ever meet. She was smart, funny, nice...she had an amazing voice...she was beautiful...she was everything I'm not," She told me, subsiding from her crying a bit.

"Miley," I said softly. I made her face me. "How could you say that? You are practically your mother. You are smart, funny, and nice, your voice is so angelic," I paused. "And...and you're the most beautiful living thing I've ever laid eyes on."

I stared into her eyes and she into mine. "You really think so?" she asked, breaking the gaze as she looked at her mother's picture.

"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," I told her. I was hoping she would figure it out by now that I was practically in love with her so I wouldn't have to hide it anymore, but I don't think she did.

"You're too sweet Oliver," She expressed.

"Yea..." I said boasting, which made her giggle a bit. I smiled. It was probably the first time she laughed at all today.

"How can you always managed to make me laugh?" She asked, grabbing her bear from the carnival hugging it.

"Gift?" I replied. "So has my little bear friend here been helping you?"

"Very much," She replied.

"Did you ever name it?" I asked.

She smiled slightly, "Yea, I did...after the sweet guy who won it for me."

"Oh really?" I said smiling, "What's it's name...donut?" She laughed again, and shook her head.

"Ollie," She stated.

"Ollie the Bear...not that bad. Has a nice ring to it. How good of a job is he doing, helping you and all," I asked.

"Not as good of a job as you are," She expressed, placing her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her. And we sat there in silence.

"Let's do something?" She suggested after a while.

"Are you sure?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well what do you want to do?"

"Let's just go on the beach," She replied, getting up from her bed. I nodded, and she took my hand as she guided me down the stairs to the living room then dropped it much to my dismay.

"Dad?" She said, as she made her way to the couch where her dad sat. He looked over at her. "Can I go to the beach with Oliver?"

He looked over at me, then back at his daughter. "Are you up for it, bud?" He asked.

She nodded, "It was my idea," She exlained.

"Make sure you're home by 5pm," He told her. She went up to him and gave him a hug. He lightly kissed the top of her head. "Have an nice time."

She got up from the couch and grabbed my hand again, then dragged me to the beach. When we reached the softness of the beach's sand she released my hand.

"We can leave whenever you want," I informed her. She nodded.

We walked along the coast, side by side. The water touched Miley's foot and she squealed. I looked at her amused. "What? Its really cold," She explained.

"Oh really?" I asked with a grin. I picked her up by the waist, and she immediately started screaming to put her down but I know it was all just fun. I placed her down on an area where the water was ankle deep.

She was jumping up and down as she ran out of the water and onto the warmth of the sand. Then she looked at me before running towards me and knocking me down to my bottom. We both laughed as we just laid there next to each other.

We both sat up, and looked out at the ocean. The breeze from the ocean was making it quite chilly. I looked over at Miley and saw she was shivering. "You cold?" I asked her.

"Not really," She replied. But I could tell she was lying. I took of my hoodie and handed it to her. 'Thank-you' she mouthed before putting it on. She let the sleeves extend over her hands to give her extra warmth.

A little while later, she took a handful of sand. "What are you doing," I asked her. She didn't respond but she dumped them on my feet. She laughed. "Burying your feet," She responded finally, then pouring another handful of sand on my feet.

She kept on pouring and pouring sand onto my feet until it was hard to see any part of my feet at all. "I have no feet," I complained.

"Good," She said.

"Good?" I said, "I'll show you good," I added, pulling my feet out of the mountain of sand. She quickly got up and started running down the beach, as I followed.

"I'm going to get you," I yelled, catching up to her.

"No you're not," She yelled back.

I finally caught up to her, and picked her up and somehow we both fell onto the sand; her on top of me.

"I let you catch me," She stated.

"Sure you did," I replied, looking up at her. We both fell silent, and once again our eyes locked. We do that a lot?

It looked like she was leaning in...I think she was. Her eyes fluttered closed, as she leaned closer. I closed my eyes, and captured her lips. Everything that had been going on had just melted as we kissed. We were deepening the kiss when she sprang up from being on top of me, to standing up next to me.

"Miley?"

"I'm so sorry Oliver, I didn't mean...I have to go!" She said and ran away towards her house.

A/N: They kissed...again!! lol! I tried to make this chapter a bit longer since last chapter was REALLY short! PLEASE REIVEW!! 5 reviews and I'll update! The more reviews the faster I'll update:D