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A/N: Hey there people! Thank you for all your wonderful reviews! Here's chapter two!
Why Did Destiny Choose This?
Chapter 2
I sit and wonder why
I watched as my father stepped out of the reception area to where I was. Once he saw my tear stained face, he rushed over. I lifted my head from Lily's shoulder. He kneeled on the floor next to where I was. His suit was white, and he wore black bow tie, and black pants. He picked up a tissue from the small pile, and began to wipe the fresh tears that fell down my face.
"What's the matter bud?" He asked. His southern accent was highly recognizable when he was upset. His eyes were ridden with worry and concern. I pushed his hand away.
"Nothing daddy, really. I just kinda need to think a bit." He shook his head.
"No, I can't watch my baby girl like this. I need to know what happened bud. Did someone hurt you?" He stayed in his spot on the floor. I shook my head.
"No one hurt me. I'm fine; really all I need is to be left alone for a while." His got up to his feet. He slowly nodded.
"I just wanna let you know, your mother wouldn't have wanted to see you like this, especially on one of your best friend's wedding. Once you're done, just come and find me alright? I wanna know if you're okay." I nodded, and hugged him.
"I love you daddy." I whispered, and sat back down.
"I love you too bud." He leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. I smiled, and waved as he headed back into the hall. Then I realized that he had brought up my mother. I felt memories start to rush back. My old thoughts flashed in my mind. I missed her so much, and someone bringing her up was almost cruel, but I knew that my dad had meant well. He just wanted me to be happy.
Flashback:
I was with my mom, back in Tennessee. I remember once when I was five, we were at the park, and we were sitting on a bench somewhere watching joggers and people passing by. She had her hand resting on the top of my head. She started speaking of something that was beyond my age, but I knew it would come in handy one day.
"Now remember Miles don't ever let some boy go on and hook you. Don't let him get to you, even if he's the greatest of all boys. No boy is ever worth chasin' after. If anything, he should be the one chasin' after you. Got that?" My mother spoke softly. Here sweet southern voice rang through my mind. I nodded my head causing my curls to fall over my shoulders.
"Yes mommy, I pwomise I will nevew let that happen." I said. My voice was squeaky. It was how I sounded when I was little.
"Good Miley, 'cause I remember when I did that 'afore I met your father. I chased 'n chased after this boy, but it was no use. I don't ever want you wasting your time, for somebody that doesn't feel the same way about you. Alright little girl?" She asked. She lightly kissed me on the top of my head.
"Yea mommy. I pwomise, now can we go and get some ice cweam!?" I shrieked and tugged on the bottom of here shirt. My mom chuckled.
"Of course baby girl. Anything for you." She held my hand, and we walked down the street towards a little ice cream shop. They had my favorite kind of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream there. It was like the pick up to any kind of day.
Some promise. I was sorry. I was sorry to my mother, because I had broken that promise, and that I had did exactly what she told me not to do. I was sorrier than I had ever been before. Now that I think of it, I kinda regret making that promise in the first place. But I can't ever take it back. It would be impossible.
End of Flashback
"Miley, you okay?" Lily asked. I nodded and rested my head back onto her shoulder. She patted my head lightly.
"It's all gona be okay Miles. It's all gona be okay." She whispered. If only that were the case. If only I could make the pain go away. Why and when did I ever like Oliver any way? When had I suddenly decided that I loved him, and he as the one to go after? I tried to think back when. I remembered that it was after I told him about Hannah. It might've been somewhere in between when Jake started ignoring me, and a few months after Jake dumped me.
Flashback:
It was the last year of middle school. I was at my locker, shuffling through my things, throwing out the junk and garbage that had accumulated in there. I saw him walking down the hall. I smiled and suddenly felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach. He smiled back.
"Hey Oliver!" I said cheerfully. He waved.
"Hey Miles." He answered. I felt my heart start to beat a litter faster as he approached. Then Becca turned around the corner. Oliver stepped dead in his tracks and his smile grew wider. He looked like the luckiest person alive at that very moment. I stepped back. She walked towards him, and smiled. He held his arms out, and hugged her. I turned to face my locker. I couldn't bear it. The huge pang of jealousy that stung me. I knew that I would never be the girl that he held in his arms like that. I'd never be the girl that made his mind race, and make his palms get all sweaty from nervousness. I would only be Miley, one of his best friends. Nothing more, and nothing less.
End of Flashback
I watched the door to the hall open and close as people stepped in and out of the music filled room. Some people I knew to be Oliver's family and friends, and others to be Becca's family and acquaintances. I sighed as people continued to give me stares of confusion and pity.
"It's okay, just ignore them." Lily said as though she as reading my mind. I slightly nodded, causing my hair to ruffle. Lily combed her fingers through my slightly tangled and knotted hair. I sniffled.
"So what do you think you want to do next?" Lily asked almost in a whispering voice; as if she was afraid to talk any louder, for fear that someone would hear my plan. I looked her in the eyes.
"There's nothing I can do but just forget about him, and move on." I said. I sniffed again and sighed. Lily nodded and brushed my hair with the tips of her freshly French manicured nails.
"If there's anything that you want me to do for you, just say it okay?" She asked. I found an unused tissue in the small pile, and wiped my nose with it. I sniffed again.
"Thanks Lily, for everything." I managed to show a little smile. She smiled back, and patted my back. Lily fell back onto the couch, and I did the same. I propped my head up against the wall, and closed my eyes. I drifted deep into thought. Where was I going to go? What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here in Malibu forever. It would just be too much to handle. I opened my eyes and let out a long, confused sigh. I put the tissue back into the pile, and picked all of them up. I got up, and walked over to the garbage bin not so far from the couch. The marble was cold under my feet. I had taken off my shoes before due to the fact that they made my feet hurt pretty badly, and in case I had to run, heels weren't the best kinds of shoes to be in. Why would I be running you ask? It was incase he came out, and asked me what was wrong. In case he wanted to know what was up. I wouldn't be able to tell him, and running out the hotel was the only thing I could resort to. I walked back over to the red and gold plush seat, and sat down. I folded my legs, so I sat with my legs crossed.
"Lily?" I asked and turned my head to face her. She looked at me.
"Yea Miley?" Her hair fell over her shoulders.
"How bad do I look right now? Not view wise, I already know I look horrible; but do I look like some pathetic girl sitting in the lobby of a hotel, when one of my best friend's wedding reception going on in the hall?" I put my hands together, and placed them on my lap and waited for an answer. Lily hesitated.
"Maybe just a little bit." She said with an expression on her face that showed she really didn't want to make me feel worse, but she didn't want to lie to me either. But that's the only thing I wanted. I only wanted the honest truth. I leaned my head back on the wall again. I looked up at the ceiling. It was a high ceiling, and there were leaves engraved into the white stone. The outlines of the leaves were painted gold. It looked pretty, like it was inspired by the ceiling of an old Victorian house or possible a palace. It reminded me when in freshman year in high school; we had to design a house for a technology class.
Flashback:
"I'm gona make a ginormous house with all these fancy rooms with gold walls and forty bathrooms!" Oliver announced to Lily and I.
"Why do you need forty bathrooms Oliver?" Lily asked while stirring her soup with her plastic cafeteria spoon. Oliver rolled his eyes as if the answer was the most obvious answer in the history of obvious answers.
"In case there are people in the other ones and I really gotta go, duh!" He rolled his eyes and looked at Lily as though she was an idiot. I raised my eyebrow.
"Since when are there ever gona be forty people in your house using the bathroom at the same time?" I asked. He rolled his eyes at me again.
"If I'm throwing and awesome party and there ends up being bad clams or something. After all who could resist going to one of Smokin' Oken's parties?" Both Lily and I raised our hands.
"We could." We said at the same time. Oliver pouted. It as that pout that caused me to give into almost everything. It caused me to think of him even more. So many things that Oliver did made my knees buckle, but it was that pout that toped everything else.
"That's not nice you guys." He said and hung his head down. He started his overly dramatic fake sob. I went over to sit next to him, and rubbed his back.
"Ollie you know we didn't mean it." I cooed. Lily shot me her 'You're going too far with it' look. I pulled my hand off his back even though I wanted to leave it there. He suddenly sat back up.
"Okay, seriously stop calling me Ollie. Only two people can call me that. One is my mom, and the other is--" He was cut off.
"Hey Ollie!" Becca greeted. She walked over to his other side, and sat down in the empty seat. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The pang of jealousy hit me in the stomach. I looked away, and propped my head up on my hand, which rested on the table.
"Hey Lily, Miley." She said. I glanced at her and gave a quick smile before turning back around. She continued to talk, but I simply ignored her. I just let out a long, deep quiet sigh, and tried to focus on something else. Something other than Becca kissing Oliver.
End of Flashback
I felt some tears start to flow back into my eyes. I quickly blinked them away, and wiped the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand. I let a few more tears fall before beckoning then away once again with the back of my hand.
"You okay?" Lily asked. I nodded, and looked back down onto the floor. The white marble reflected my face. My eyes were red and slightly bloodshot, while streaks of black mascara and tears ran down my face. Look at what he's caused Miley. Why are you still hanging on if he's just caused so much pain? As hard as I tried to think of a reason, I found not any. Although there was one single answer. I loved him. It was the only reasonable explanation to not letting go. I buried my face into my hands. I breathed in deeply, and exhaled slowly. I looked around the lobby. There were all too many things that reminded me of him, and as hard as I tried to search for one item that didn't; I failed. I shut my eyes tight, and fell back on the couch. I saw that the light outside was darkening. I felt like I kept Lily from the reception.
"You can go back inside you know." I said. I looked at her. She shook her head and placed here left hand on my back.
"I wouldn't dare to leave you alone here." I shook my head.
"No, go in." I gestured towards the door. She only shook her head again.
"No. What kind of friend would I be if I left you here by yourself?" She asked.
"A friend who has a friend that wanted her to be having fun at a wedding reception, now go." I argued. She shook her head again. She smiled a little bit. I turned back to my reflection on the clean marble floor. I stared at the image. Maybe I wasn't okay. No, I wasn't okay. It was a fact. I felt pain and hurt, nothing else. Nothing was okay.
A/N: Okay, so that as chapter two! Just in case any body's wondering, the few words under the chapter number are not the chapter title, but eventually all the words together will become a poem, which I will post at the end of the story; so that should take a while, because I plan on making this story very long. Haha, sorry for those who think this story is utterly boring. But yea, please read and review because it would be so very kind if you did!