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A/n: Okay hello everyone! I'm really sorry I haven't been updating so much but I have a lot of things to do. So terribly sorry for that! Now as most of you probably know by now I don't live in Malibu, so I am unaware of what colors their taxi's are, or what kind of taxi companies are over there, what malls are called and what the closest airport is, but work with me here okay? So here's chapter ten, please read and review!

Why Did Destiny Choose This?

Chapter 10

I will be among the few,

They say everything happens for a reason right? Then what was the reason for all of this happening? Did it mean that Oliver and I weren't meant to be together? Or was it just so that I knew what the true meaning of heartache was. Too bad it wouldn't be answered. We were on a highway on our way to get my clutch, because me the idiot that I am, forgot to take it out of the taxi. I had my chin resting on my hands which was supported by the edge of the car door. Lily was next to me looking out the window watching the world beyond the window pass by. The scenery had yet to change. There were innumerable stores and various buildings made a motion as if it were a wave from the ocean going up and down, up and down. I thought about Becca again and about how much things would change if it were her feeling the way that I did now. Guilt flushed over my body once again making my conscious heavy and my shoulders slouch with the ultimate feeling of grief. Why am I so heartless? How can I even think like this? How could I ever give someone this feeling? This feeling of pain and misery that took over everything. The feeling that just makes you want to break down and shut yourself off from the rest of the world and run away. Just then a sudden thought hit me. Didn't running away from things make you a coward? Didn't running away from your feelings and emotions make you a hopeless idiot with no regard to the world? Maybe moving away was a mistake. Maybe moving would just prove that I'm another coward running from life and its obstacles, trying to make everything seem to go away. Running was actually as though I was putting something in a box and hiding it under my bed. No matter what, the box would be there even if I was avoiding it. Simply trying to forget about the box and cutting it off from my daily life wasn't going to make it magically disappear. It would always be there sitting in the dust under my bed as a constant reminder about how I messed up. A feeling of depression swept over me. I am a coward. I'm hiding my feelings in a box and putting it under my bed. I might as well just face it head on. But what could I do? Was I supposed to just ignore the fact that, dare I say it, I loved Oliver? I couldn't just go on day by day watching him with Becca in his arms, but then again I couldn't just stop feeling anything for him. I let out a sigh. Come to think of it I had been letting a lot of sighs out lately. I supposed that Lily had seen my troubled expression, for she had turned to me and poked me on my right shoulder.

"Miley, is everything alright?" She asked. I shook my head not turning to her.

"Lily, I don't know what to do anymore." I faced her. Her eyes showed worry as did mine.

"What do you mean? You'll be fine really. I've lost my things plenty of times before." She implied thinking that I was worried about my things being lost.

"No that's not it Lils. I mean, I don't know what to do. Like, should I move? Wouldn't moving mean that I was running away from things? Wouldn't it mean that I was being a weakling because I'm not able to face what's going on?" My voice sounded distressed. Lily looked away for a moment. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"No, it wouldn't. It would be you dealing with your problems the way that you would want them to be handled. You're not a coward Miley. If you were a coward, you would have given up a long time ago and right now you'd be who knows where. But you're not a shirker, or a coward or a weakling or whatever you want to call it. Now calm down, you're over thinking this." She assured me. But I wasn't over thinking it. At least I didn't think so. I leaned my head back against the leather seat and closed my eyes letting the various pictures that haunted my mind take over. Mental pictures of Oliver flashed vividly in my mind. His voice echoed through the walls of my head causing almost everything to crumble at that very moment. The voice that made my knees weak, my fingers shake and my palms get all sweaty. The voice that screamed disaster. His smile flashed brightly, illuminating all of my thoughts from a heartrending and agony filled shadow to a slowly fading darkness that was less of an anguished feeling. I let his smile take over me, letting it wash all away my feelings and just turn my stress into a serene soothing feeling. I felt a small grin creep upon my face.

"Miley, what are you doing?" Lily asked which made me snap out of my small day dream into the actual reality. I shook my head and opened my eyes.

"Oh, nothing. Why?" I asked her.

"You were just upset a few minutes ago and then now you were smiling. Are you having mood swing issues?" She asked. I laughed.

"No, not that old yet Lily." I said in between chuckles. She smiled.

"You sure about that?" She asked jokingly. I hit her lightly on the shoulder. The cab driver looked into his rear view mirror thinking that we were insane. Once the laughing subsided, the cab became quiet again. I kept my head down on the seat while facing the window. Everything was slowly getting brighter due to the fact that the afternoon was creeping around the corner and the sun was getting higher above California. Before I even knew it I was humming that song that Oliver had chosen to be the second to last dance song. It drifted softly from my mouth and filled the rest of the cab with a light tune.

"Miley, are you sure you're doing alright?" Lily asked with her waving hand in front of my face. She had her eyebrow raised as if she was questioning my welfare. I chuckled again.

"Fine Lily. If I weren't I'd be sitting in the corner of a room hugging my knees right now. It was then that I noticed that I had brought my knees up to my chest before. I lowered my legs.

"Hey," I started. "At least I'm not in the corner of a room." I announced.

"But you're huddled into the corner of the backseat of a cab." I looked around slightly thinking for an answer.

"But it's not a room which makes the situation different." I held my head up high, confident of my answer.

"But you're still huddled into the corner of something." Lily objected. I pouted.

"I'm fine, really." I said while slightly laughing. So maybe I was a little unstable, but I was still mentally okay. Fine, so I'm not all the mentally okay, but I'm still standing or in this case sitting. It doesn't prove that I need help. Really.

"Okay." Lily said still unconvinced. I sighed and turned to look out the window and huddled my legs up together once again. I hugged them tightly and rested my head on my knees. I started humming again not caring what the driver, or Lily thought. The song helped me in a sense. It helped me to feel better even if the whole story behind it was the cause of the pain to begin with. When to song was done, there was nothing but awkward silence in the car.

"So where you going to?" Asked the cab driver suddenly like it was his business to know where we were going. Lily dropped her jaw when she heard this.

"You mean that for the past forty five minutes, you don't know where we've been going!?" She exclaimed. I chuckled.

"No Lily. He wants to know where we're going because we're going to the airport." I paused. "At least I hope so. That is right isn't it?" I asked the driver. He laughed.

"Yes, that's what I meant." he informed. Lily fell back onto the seat and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh… We're just going there to get something." Lily said. The driver nodded and returned his focus on the road as it should be. I looked out the window again. For some reason it was like windows were my sanctuary. Everywhere I would go, the window was the main thing that I was always focused on. Maybe it was because no matter what the window seemed like a TV screen to life. Yea, that was it. Instead of sitting on your couch watching some stupid sitcom or some unrealistic reality show, the window was an actual scene that showed a million things happening that was completely real and even though it seemed like looking out a window wasn't all that interesting it was, because it was like watching life go on. It was like watching life that was completely and absolutely realistic. I watched as a car passed by the taxi and speed up ahead like the person inside was in a rush to get somewhere. I wonder where they have to go. I thought nosily. I watched as other people were talking to their companions who were either in the back seat or in the passenger seat. There were so many different people on the streets. I had never noticed such a thing. It was like there was always someone going somewhere in the world.

"Only fifteen more minutes until we get there." Said the driver. Lily nodded.

"Thank you." She replied. I propped my hands onto the tops of my knees and put my head in the direction of the busy highway. There were people passing by. Some other taxi's followed ours possibly on their way to the airport as well. Some could've even been on their way to the busy offices near the airport. There were some mom's possibly driving their children, who were in the backseat, to an activity of some sort. There was a pick-up truck that passed by with a dog's snout hanging out of the passenger's window. I chuckled. Its floppy ears slapped its snout. Once the pick-up was out of view, a Mercedes came into view with a man chaptering into a wire which was possibly attached to a cell phone resting somewhere near his car's cup holder. He was dressed in a suit so I was assuming that he was on his way to a business of some sort. I picked up my head from my hands and turned toward where Lily was. She was sitting with her elbow propped up on the window sill, and she had her head resting on her hand. She's too nice to be putting up with me like this. Not just the whole bag thing, but the whole problem with Oliver. I sighed, put my knees down and put my head back onto the seat. I looked up to the ceiling of the car and saw that it was covered with a sort of grey covering. I placed my finger and ran it through the fabric. It was rough, yet soft in a bitter sweet kind of way. I let my hand fall back onto the chair.

"Having fun there Miley?" Lily asked. I laughed.

"Sure, why not?" I answered.

"What terminal?" the driver asked suddenly. Lily's eyes widened.

"Umm." Lily started.

"Could you please just drive around for a bit? Once we know which one, we'll tell you where to stop." I asked. He nodded and turned into the first terminal. There was no sign of the taxi we had been in before.

"Wait Lily, do you know the number of the taxi?" I asked knowing that over the years she had acquired a great ability to remember little details. She widened her eyes and slapped herself on her forehead.

"Duh." She said to herself. Lily dialed the number for the taxi company which was posted on the outside of the car.

"Hi, Malibu taxi's?" (A/n: Such an original name right?) Lily started.

"Yes we were in taxi number seventeen before and we had left a small bag in there, by any chance could you tell us where that taxi might be?" Lily put her cell phone on speaker.

"Hold please?" asked a woman. There was the sound of her speaking into a radio of some sort in the background. A few seconds later she came back.

"Okay, the taxi is in LAX airport terminal five." The woman announced.

"Thank you." Lily said and snapped her phone closed. "Would you please take us to terminal five?" She asked the driver. He nodded and turned into the road which was marked terminal five. I started looking around for the car.

"There it is!" Lily yelled while pointing to a car parked on the side of the road. "Could you please pull over?" Lily asked the driver. He nodded and slowly turned behind the taxi.

"Thank you." I said. He nodded and I opened the door. I checked for any cars before stepping out onto the street. The contrast between the cold air conditioner and the warm, humid California air felt awkward but not so bad due to the fact that I had lived here for many years of my life. I started walking to the taxi cab and opened the door once I got there. I went to reach to grab my oh-so-familiar clutch which was on the leather seat when suddenly I felt a hand on mine. A hand that I was accustomed to holding. The hands that made me feel so safe and comfortable when I was held. The hands that were his…

A/n: Oh my gosh! It's like a little cliff hanger! Haha. Well then if you want to see what happens next please read and review because it would mean the world to me if you did! Until then! By the way, if you're a little confused, don't worry, all shall be explained in the next chapter!