Jealousy part 3
Okay, so this kinda took a while coming, but here it is. I hope you like. Oh, and I'm going to be using screen names in this chappie, so here's who's who. HannahMonatanarulezmyfreakinlifesigh: is Miley, Truscotttruffle: is Lily, and SmokinOken: is, obviously Oliver.
The letter popped up on Lily's screen. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then read.
Dear Lily, my bestest friend in the whole world,
We don't hate you, Oliver and me, we can understand your feelings, but we aren't sure what the next step is. We don't know if we should brake up or stay together. We love each other, and we also love you, but not in an ew way. We want you to be happy, and if us not being together helps make you happier, then we're willing to do that, but I don't know if Oliver likes you the way you like him. I know that's probably the harshest thing you've heard, but it's true. We all have to face reality once in a while, and that's now for all of us. You, Oliver and me, I mean.
Lily, we've been friends forever. Look down at your wrist, see that lucky bracelet? That's what got you to find out who I was, and that necklace around your neck? I gave that to you on your eighth birthday as a friends forever gift. Remembering anything? And when we were five, and you got your first skateboard, I was the one who helped you stand up, and got band-aids for your boo-boos. And then, when we were six, we were in the sandbox in your backyard, and we agreed that we would never fight, and never stop being friends, and never forget the others birthday, and never lose the others toys ((remember, we were six)), and to never, ever, never, under no circumstances, fight over a boy. Remember? We thought boys were ucky and had cooties. Those were good times.
I want to know if us braking up will help us be friends again, and Oliver says that things won't change between us, you me and him. Of course they'll be awkward, but it'll smooth out eventually.
Love, Miley, your best friend. ((Hopefully))
Lily was crying by this time, and realized how stupid she was. She rushed over to Miley's house, they hugged, made up and lived forever happy friends, grew old together, and blah, blah, blah.
THE END!!!
Yea, right. I'm not a fluffy kind of person. That didn't happen, but something did.
Lily was crying by the time she finished reading the e-mail. She was crying tears of frustration. She hated Miley, and loved her at the same time. She hated the fact that she had written this, and added all the stuff from when they were little kids, to make her want to be friends again, but she hated herself for hating Miley. She pushed the delete button, turned off the computer, and threw herself into her bed, seething over everything.
She put her evanescence CD in her CD player, and put on "Call Me when You're Sober" and tried to get to sleep. The last words she heard before she fell into a fitful sleep of nightmares were "You can't play the victim this time."
Meanwhile, at Miley's house, Miley was IMing Oliver about the e-mails.
"Oh no." Miley typed in.
"What?" Oliver replied.
"She just signed off."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
There was a five minute period of nothing, then,
"Hey, my mom says I have to get off. See u tomorrow?"
"K"
"K. Bye."
Miley signed off and flopped onto her bed. She knew that Lily was probably flopping around in her sleep right about now. It was 9:11, and Lily could never stay up past 8:55, unless she was hopped up on coke with lime. Miley half-smiled. Lily and her had been best friends forever. She'd grown accustomed to the high-pitched squeals of "Orlando Bloom!!", or "BRENDON URIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and other famous people.
Miley got up and dragged her feet to her Hannah Closet, and got out her pj's. Blue with pink polka-dots. Lily had given them to her for Christmas. She got changed then jumped into bed.
Okay, we're skipping back five minutes to when Oliver got off.
His mother was out with his father, having one of their "parent nights", which he knew they just went out, got toasted, and then….well, you get the point, right?
Anyway, he hated the awkwardness between him and Miley right now, so he made up an excuse to get off, so that he wouldn't have to bear it. Right now, he hated Lily, but then, he hated himself for hating Lily. She's just a girl, a kid, who liked him. And he shouldn't go around saying stuff like that, cuz he's just a boy, a kid, who has a friend that likes him, and who likes another friend. God, being a teenager sucks. Oliver flopped into his bed and rolled onto his side. Within a few minutes, he was in a deep, troubled sleep.
The next morning………..
All three woke up within 15 minutes of each other, Miley, then Lily, and then Oliver. They all got online as soon as they woke up. When Lily got on, Miley immediately IMed her.
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: Hey, Lily.
Truscotttruffle: hi, Miley.
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: r u ok?
Truscotttruffle: yea, im fine. Y?
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: well, I thought u would be mad at us
Truscotttruffle: ME!! Mad at U!! No, I thought u'd be mad at me. I waz a total jerk, and…. I dunno…….. im srry.
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: itz fine, u don't have to be srry, its us, we should have asked u if it waz ok.
Truscotttruffle: but, I told u it waz ok. Remember, I said, go, hurry up, GO. Member? I said sumthin like that
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: well yea, but…. Friends?
Truscotttruffle: yea.
SmokinOken signed on.
SmokinOken: hi, guys.
HannahMontanaRulezmyfreakinglifesigh: hey, Oliver
Truscotttruffle: hi, Oliver.
SmokinOken: hey, Lily, hey, Miles.
Okay, that's that. I'm running out of ideas for what to put up, so ill take anything.
