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Mileys P O V
I sat on my floor and cried. I ran home after Oliver dumped me, but he followed. Lily was coming into my room. I actually wanted to talk about it.
"Miley, it was Oliver of course," she said walking in.
"I know," I squeaked putting my head down crying.
"He said he didn't mean for it to be mean," she said.
"I know that too." small pause. "But it was."
"What did he say to you?" she asked.
"He started out holding my hands on the porch. Then when he talked, I never expected it. He just said,'I think we're getting ahead of our selves. We should slow down.' I asked him, 'what do you mean?' and he said,'I want us to go back to being friends. The relationship we had was better than any making out, or something.' I just looked down and he's all 'we can still be friends cant we?' So then I got up and turned towards home and started running. By the time I got here my face was streaked. I could hear him calling me to come back but I screamed at him to go home."
"That doesn't sound like it was too mean," Lily said.
"But it still stabbed through my heart," Miley said.
"I know Miley. I've been there with Jackson," Lily responded.
"I don't want to see him for a long time," Miley told.
"Do you think you guys can ever be friends again?" Lily asked.
"Maybe if I find another guy to make me forget Oliver."
"Who do you think that would be?" Lily asked.
"I don't know."
Lilys cell rang.
"Talk to me," she said opening her phone.
Pause.
"Uh-huh. I'm at Mileys."
Pause.
"Okay, yeah, bye."
She flipped it closed.
"I've gotta go, is that alright?"
"Yeah," I answered.
We both stood up and hugged and she left.
Then I went to sleep in dreams of Oliver. But in my dream, Oliver went back to Lily. Lily refused him of course, but it hurt really bad. The thought made me sick, of loosing Oliver. I woke up at three a.m. All of sudden I felt really sick. I went into the bathroom, and surrendered my dinner to the toilet. I think it was just from thinking such awful thoughts. (A/N: I've had that happen)
I tried going back to sleep but I couldn't. So I finally got up and watched baseball because nothing else was on. (A/N: I'm talking about reruns. Yeah they actually have baseball reruns at three in the morning. When I broke my wrist and couldn't sleep night before surgery, they actually had it on.)
Jacksons P O V
When I woke up I went upstairs and made some orange juice and pancakes. I also put little bananas peices on the edges of the spoon, and flipped them into my mouth. My favorite breakfast. Then there was a knock on the door. When I opened it Oliver walked in.
"Just the person Miley wants to see," I said sarcasticly.
"Yeah, umm, could I talk to her?" he asked.
"Sure I guess," I said.
I ran upstairs with Oliver and knocked on Mileys door.
"Miles? I mean Miley, can Oliver talk to you?"
There was a long time before an answer.
"No. I'm to sick."
I figured she was faking.
"Yeah whatever," I said.
Oliver turned around and sheepishly walked to the door.
I just watched t.v. until late. I figured Miley must be sick because Lily didn't come over. She probably called her to tell her I guess. Around dinner I finally heard her steps.
"Well hello there Mrs. Miley I'm to sick so I don't want to talk to Oliver."
"Shut up and leave me alone. Atleast I haven't blown chunks again."
"Didn't think you were serious."
"Well I was. I've been up since three a.m. all because I hurled."
"Okay. Hey break is almost over, you reallize we have school tomarrow right?"
"Shit. I hate it when spring break is almost over."
"Yeah well get used to it."
Miley brought up an entire box of cereal to her room and ate it. Although I don't know if it was full. Didn't see her for the rest of the night.
Mileys P O V
I woke up the next morning just fine so I decided to go to school. I don't see why we have to go to school for one day of the week. It was Friday so I figured we should just skip it. Everyone else must of because it was really slow. At lunch time I figured it would be hell because we have to sit in the same spot everyday for an entire semester, so you guessed it, I'd have to sit by Oliver.
"Hey," he said when I sat down.
"Hi," I gave him and didn't even look at him.
"Can you believe what we have to do in gym? We have to play softball."
"I can't believe it! I love softball!"
"EEW."
"What's eew is your face," I shot back at him. He does not get to think he can put me AND softball down.
We sat in silence the rest of lunch.
then two periods was eighth period gym. And I wasn't on Lilys team. We were winning already but when I was going home I slid, because they were throwing the ball into the catcher. They ended up dropping it, but something wasn't right. When I slid, I forgot to put my hands up, so they went behind me. I have no idea what happened but when I got up, Mr. Reese asked me,"Are you alright Miley?"
I was at first but slowly and painfully my arm started to hurt.
"No," I said grabbing my wrist. I just needed an ice pack and everything would be alright. Then some more pain came and it started becoming unbearable. Okay, maybe I should see a doctor. Then some more pain and I started getting scared. What if it's broken.
I grabbed it with all my might and the teacher asked if we could go on while I sat a few feet from the plate.
"No, no, no," I said.
He suddenly reallized what pain I was in and came over to me.
"Don't touch it, just don't touch it, please don't touch it," I screamed. So what does he do? Touches it.
"Does this hurt?" he asked squeezing it. He did that a few more times while I thought. I can't be hurt I have a softball tournament this weekend. It's my first game in fastpitch, I cannot sit out.
"OOOWWWWW!" I screamed, after he poked a bad spot.
"Alright, we have to go to the office," he said pulling me up. I still had my wrist. "Mr. Pinkle? Take the lap the girls owe?"
(A/N: I know Pinkle is a really bad name.)
"It's broken," said one of Johny Collins' friends.
I hate it when people just assume that something is broken. Lily was talking to her other friends and didn't even notice.
People got my stuff to me and brought it to the office for me. It was two o'clock when I hurt my wrist and daddy couldn't come until two forty five because of where he works. When he got throught the door, I knew he'd be mad.
"Dad," I shouted in pain. I had an ice pack on my wrist but it was really heavy.
He started walking towards me.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry please don't be mad," I cried. My face was already streaked I'm sure.
Dad just smiled and said don't worry about it.
To make a long story short they helped me into the car and drove me off to the Emergency room. Half way there, while explaining to my dad what happened, I had a spasm in my arm. It was my left one by the way, that I hurt. When we got there, we waited, half an hour, to get an x-ray, half an hour after for results, then more x-rays, then we got our own room, then they came in and said, "It looks broken." I started crying hysterically. "Is it hard to lift your arm?" he asked. I nodded. They said they were giving me a sling. "It's broken in two places right up next to the end of the bone. There's a break on the radius, and one on the ulna." Dad started, "And that means-"
"No softball," replied the doctor.
I won't tell you what I did when he said that, but there's a dent on the bed in there, and the walls are missing some paint.
When we went to look at the x-rays I saw both breaks. Then we had to walk across the street and find out more. They put a hospital bracelet on me and asked when the last time I ate was. Well on our way I had one of those little eight ounce sodas so they said they couldn't do anything that day. They gave me two options. One, I could be awake and they would try to reset by taking there hands and just craking it. Or two, I could be put to sleep and they would reset and put on a cast. I chose two of course. Well because there was something in my stomach, I couldn't be put to sleep because I could puke it up, and cause I would be unconcious I would choke to death. So they put a layer of cotton on my arm, another layer, then plaster, then cotton, then more cotton, then and ace wrap bandage and sent me home. I would come in at five after having nothing to eat and they would do the surgery on it then.
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So I know breaking her arm may be wierd, but it's part of my plan to put her and Oliver back together. I'm basing ninety nine percent of it on what happened to me. so far everything has happened to me with the whole wrist thing that I wrote. Also I'm trying to put in more chapters because I'm leaving next tuesday for st. Louis and won't be back until saturday. review please.