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Why Did Destiny Choose This?

Chapter 5

So leave me alone to think on my own,

Where was I going to go? I couldn't just move across the town, or move further up north. It would be too much of a reminder just being in the same state as he was.Would it be possible that I could move to New York? It was far enough. I remember being there before. It was amazing. Just like the quote "The city that never sleeps." The constant buzz of the city kept you awake during the night. The sound of car horns twenty-four seven was unusual, but at the same time it made up for the waves of Malibu. Then again, I remembered that it was where Lily, Oliver and I had gone during summer vacation. Becca wasn't allowed to go. One, she didn't know about Hannah, and two, her parents didn't trust her to be walking around the other side of the country with three other teenagers, and my dad. Of course Roxy was there, but she didn't know about her. It was the summer before we were finally starting high school. Sure it was for a Hannah thing, but we got to go to all the touristy areas too. There was one word to describe that whole entire trip. Amazing. No, I can't go there. I was there with Oliver. It would be the same or even worse. There were too many memories that lingered.

Flashback:

We were in our hotel room at Crowne Plaza. Oliver had to sleep on the floor because Lily and I took the beds. His sleeping bag was spread across the ground. It was around two in the morning in the city, but due to the change of time zones, we weren't tired. It was only eleven in Malibu. We sat in a circle on top of Oliver's mass of blankets and pillows. The room was dark and the only thing lighting the room was the flashing lights of Time's Square. Car horns were blaring in the distance.

"So what's on the schedule for tomorrow Miss Montana?" Oliver asked. He had his disguise on, which consisted of a large black t-shirt that read Security, a cap, a light brown wig that went down to his shoulders, and a pair of dark square sunglasses.

"Nothing. We're free to roam where ever we want to go to. Well, with Roxy. My dad has to visit some of his old friends, so he's not going to be there." Lily and Oliver nodded.

"This only means one thing…" Lily paused for a dramatic effect. "Shopping!" She squealed. Oliver and I rolled our eyes. Once we saw each other we burst out in laughter.

End of Flashback

So New York was out of the question. Even if it was one of the best trips ever.

"Lily, w-where am I g-going to go?" I asked her and sniffled.

"There are lots of places. How about, Tennessee? You could go back to live with your family." She suggested. It actually was a good idea. I could go there and possibly even stay with my aunt Dolly. If not, I could still get a house there. I let out a confused sigh.

"I'll a-add that to t-the list. I need more p-places though. J-just incase that o-one doesn't work o-out." She nodded, and kept silent for a minute. The only times she was ever silent, is if she was if she was sleeping, sick, or in deep thinking. In this case, I was guessing that she was in deep thinking.

"How about…" She paused for a moment. "How about Vermont?" She implied. I thought about it for a second, letting the thoughts sink in and marinate. I've heard that it is really nice over there. But it's cold almost all the time. I'm not really used to the cold considering I've lived here since I was fourteen. Maybe the change would be good for me.

"T-that's number t-two. G-got any other ideas?" I asked. She was silent again. She scratched her head, as if she was trying really hard to think of a nice place.

"Do you want to stay in the country?" She asked. This was a fairly large decision to make. If I went out of the country, then I would be far from my dad, Jackson, and the rest of my family. I would be far from Lily, and all I've ever known. If I moved that far, I'd be all on my own. No one would be there to take care of me if I was sick. I'd have live all by myself. What if that's a good thing? I can't stay here forever and let my dad or Jackson or someone else take care of me. I'll have to grow up sooner or later, so why not now? I nodded.

"I w-wouldn't mind t-that." I wiped the corners of my eyes with the bunched up toilet paper. Yea, moving far away would be good. It'd be able to learn to take care of myself. I could learn to be more independent. Just like I wanted.

"How about Europe?" Lily said it as more of a statement than a question. I thought about it. Europe. Wasn't that expensive? Yea, it was. But I still had money left over from Hannah. Sure I had used most of it for college, but there was still some left. I could use that, and then it would carry me for a little while. I'll find a job, and then go from there. It was the perfect way to get my mind off him. I'd be so occupied with trying to sustain myself that there wouldn't be enough time to even remember Oliver.

"W-where in Europe?" I picked my head up from her shoulder, and looked at her. She gave me a puzzled gaze.

"You're really willing to move all the way to Europe? I was just throwing out random suggestions. Miley that's just about on the other side of the world!" She protested. I nodded.

"I k-know. B-but think about it. I'd b-be able to be more i-independent. I c-could learn to live and t-take care of myself. It'd b-be a g-good thing. I mean p-people grow up sooner or l-later. Why w-wouldn't now be a good thing?" She nodded.

"It makes sense. I think it would be a good idea. But you know you don't have to go all the way over there to be more independent. You could just go to somewhere across the country to do that." She turned her body so that she faced me without having to turn her head.

"Lily, the f-farther away I am, the e-easier it's going to be to…" It was so hard for me to say it. It was so hard to say that I as finally going to… "The e-easier it's going to be to f-f-forget him…" I stuttered. The word forget was so hard to say; especially when I was referring to Oliver. Lily nodded in understanding.

"Okay Miles. If it's really what you want to do. I'll back you up one hundred and ten percent. Like always." She smiled, and hugged me. The tears started to subside. Only trickle flowed down my face as opposed to a gushing waterfall. I tried showing a grin, but I felt so bruised on the inside, that it was difficult to even attempt it. For some reason the emotional roller coaster was just getting faster and faster. My head felt heavy and a sudden dizziness erupted, causing me to let go of Lily, and fall back against the wall and shut my eyes tightly.

"Miley, are you okay!?" She yelled. The feeling slowly died away. I put my palm to my forehead. The overwhelming thoughts rushed over me. I felt the small stream of tears start to rush again. So many memories of Oliver danced in my head. It was as if my own mind was mocking me. It felt as though these changes and decisions were just too much to handle in one night. Lily ran over to the towel dispenser, and took a handful. She rinsed them under cold water, and rushed over to where I was. She lightly brushed the damp towels over my face. I lightly pushed her hand away.

"It's o-okay Lily. I'm f-fine." I opened my eyes. Her expression was troubled.

"Miley, I think that you should just take it a little slower. Maybe you should stay with me. For a little while at least. Until you think that moving is absolutely the best thing that you should do." I lightly shook my head, making my hair rub against the wall.

"I t-think that the best thing t-to do. I-is just to get a-away as soon as possible. I-it would make things less problematic." Lily objected.

"No Miley. You need to take it a little bit slower. Don't you think that you're going too fast? You know I want the best for you, but I care about you Miles. I don't want you getting more hurt than you already are. Making such a big move like this takes time. Going so far away in such a short time takes adjusting." I sniffed. Maybe I was taking this too fast. Maybe I should slow down. Maybe Lily's right; I am making too many changes in a short amount of time. I nodded.

"So you'll stay with me for a little bit alright? For at least a minimum of two weeks." I shook my head.

"I can't s-stay for that l-long Lily. I know I need to c-completely think this t-through, but two weeks is too long. I can't put up with it. Think about i-it Lily. Two f-full weeks of clinging onto the past and constantly f-flashing back to things that happened between us. It's t-too agonizing." She nodded in perception.

"Okay, one week minimum. You know I just don't want you to make a decision that you'll later regret."

"I already r-regret so much Lily. What d-difference w-would it make if I regret this too?" I asked.

"This would be something you regret a lot Miley. It's not just going to be something you can change just by asking someone to forget it." She's right. I wouldn't be able to move back. It would just magnify everything, and it would get too complex to handle. I nodded and exhaled deeply. The salty streaming streaks of tears still ceased to subside. Lily grabbed the mass of tissues from my hand, and began to wipe at my face. I closed my eyes, and took her wrist. I pulled it away from my face.

"Lily, I'm trying to be more self-reliant." I remarked. She put her hand on her lap.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"No, it's okay Lily. You don't have to say sorry." She pursed her lips together. I chuckled and sniffed once more.

"I think I'm done crying." I announced. Lily smiled.

"It's about time." She snapped. I slightly pouted, and wiped my face.

"That wasn't very nice." I said in a baby voice. She hugged me.

"Oh, you know I didn't mean it Miles." I gave a small smile.

"I know." Lily stood up, and brushed the back of here dress. Afterwards, she offered me her hand. I grasped it, and pulled myself up. I brushed and adjusted my dress so that it looked right. Now I had to face Oliver. Lily took the toilet paper, and threw it out in the garbage can that was underneath the paper towel dispenser. She walked over to the door, and placed her hand on the lock. She glanced over at me.

"Ready?" She asked. I nodded, and braced myself for the worst that could possibly happen. That was probably that I would spill everything that happened to me to Oliver. Then a riot would erupt, and people would start screaming at me. Becca would hate me for life for ever thinking of loving let alone liking her… I gulped. Husband that way. I had to face it sooner or later, so as the saying goes. "There's no time like the present." Lily pulled open the door. Outside on the opposite end of the hall, were a line of women with faces that showed that they really had to go. I raised my eyebrow.

"Isn't there another bathroom around here?" Lily asked. Some people shook their heads, and others just showed an expression that said 'Is there another bathroom here?'. It was actually kind of funny, looking at all of those confused faced. Lily led me down the hall. Oliver sat there on the red and gold couch where I previously sat. His head was against the wall, and he was looking up at the ceiling. Once he saw Lily and I walking towards the hall, he jumped up and ran over to me. He held my arms.

"Miley are you okay?" His eyes showed that he was deeply concerned for my well fare. I let out a deep sigh, and slowly nodded. He showed a small grin.

"Good." He let go of my arms, and hugged me, happy to know that I was better than my previous state of mind. I felt my heart pulsing faster and faster as if it were to explode if he held on any longer. I tried heavily to choke down tears at the promise I made to myself to not cry over him any more. I'd let this be the last night to act like a complete idiot before I moved. When I did move, Oliver would be on his honeymoon, and when he returned, he'd still have his memories of the day that we went crazy. Just like he wanted. To my relief, he let go. He took my hand, and rushed me into the hall. Inside the lights flashed different shades of purple, pink, blue green, and any other possible color. The music was so loud, it was almost ear shattering. It was louder than any club I remember going to when I was younger. People were crowded together, dancing side by side. Becca was still in her white, spaghetti strap wedding dress that seemed to fit her perfectly. The smile on her face as big enough to match Oliver's. Beside her and all around her were her older brothers. Their faces red and sweaty from dancing and one too many glasses of wine or campaign. I laughed. Becca looked at me, and held her hand out. I took it, and she began to twirl me around her. I felt ashamed to be the one to fall in love with her newly wedded husband. Guilt took over me as she started dancing with me, taking both of my hands and flinging me around like Lily would do. She did this as if nothing was wrong, and to her knowledge, nothing was. I once again placed the mask on my face, and pretended that I felt nothing but utter joy and happiness. The song ended, and Oliver pulled me over to him. It switched to the song that I remembered oh-so well. It was the other song at Oliver's fifteenth birthday. The first slow song that we danced with each other that night. That quiet tune followed and haunted my dreams, and made everything seem perfect, until I woke up realizing that it was in the past. He held be just like he had that night, with his arms around my waist, and my arms around his neck. He held me close, our bodies almost touching. I struggled not to let my legs give in that very moment. Everything on his face showed nothing but jubilation and merriment. I tried to show the same emotions, but wasn't able to achieve even half of his feelings. We danced slowly, letting the music His eyes had their original boyish charm. It never faded, and I'm not so sure that it ever will. We continued to dance slowly even when the songs switched, and for some odd reason, neither of us stopped the other. For one split second, I thought I saw a small glint on his eyes showing exactly how I felt before, but I thought I was wrong, because as fast as it came, it went away. I pulled away from him, and tucked a piece of free hair behind my ear.

"It's been forever since I've heard that song." I said to break the silence. He nodded with the smile still attached to his face.

"I know." He responded. And after tonight; it'll be forever until I see you again.

A/N: Okay, so I wasn't sure that the beginning of this chapter was good or anything, but I somewhat liked the end of it. But what I think doesn't matter; only your opinion does! So please review! Chapter six will be out later tonight or tomorrow afternoon! Until then!