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I don't know how long I've been standing here staring at Miley, the silence and suspense in the air is creating a dense, hard to breathe environment. My right hand is still grasping Jenny's hand, and there's a slick hot feeling between them. "How do you know her?" Jenny whispers to me, but I'm still shocked by the presence of Miley I don't have enough power to respond to Jenny.
"Hi Lilly," Miley nervously stands, stepping closer to me, completely ignoring Jenny standing next to me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I drop Jenny's hand, and wait to see some sort of emotion from Miley.
"I'm sorry," she steps even closer, I know she wants to touch me, but is unsure to how I'll react. Why does everyone just expect me to forgive them?
"I'll be downstairs," Jenny walks out awkwardly. I forgot she was even here. I hear her feet clank down the wooden stairs, and I feel bad I brought her into this situation.
"I don't think I'll be able to ever forgive you," the words sit in the emptiness of my room and seem to be repeating over and over. I love her and I want to forgive her, but the fight and the denial, I can't handle it.
She grabs my hand and immediately my breathing quickens, "Lilly, please just give me a chance to prove I'm your friend again."
"Why should I?" I retract my hand, "You denied everything that we were, you lied to everyone and just because you loved Oliver more? Or couldn't handle dating a girl?"
"I just want to be friends. Lilly, I'm begging you, please take me back. I was wrong to ever treat you the way I did. I was trying to forget us. I wanted to erase everything we had, but I couldn't. You wouldn't exit my thoughts. No matter whom I'm with, I always wish it were you. You were my only true love," she looks exhausted, she just thrusted all this emotion towards me. Her eyes now looking at the floor seem to have changed colors to an old nickel gray.
At the beginning of her speech she said she just wanted to be friends, but by the end of it, she definitely was saying she wanted to be something more. "We'll be friends, just friends."
"Yes! Okay," she smiles and her cheeks are glistening from the tears earlier. She wraps her arms around and just holds me for a moment; "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I agree and start to walk downstairs with Miley following me behind.
I open my front door and Miley heads outside. Shutting the door, I catch Jenny's eyes. "I didn't know you guys were friends."
"Ex-girlfriends actually," I just came out to Jenny, hoping it might give her the confidence to ask me out, now that she knows I'm into girls.
"Oh," she's still sitting on the couch. I'm still standing by the door. I don't know if to go to her, or to wait for her to come to me. "She's beautiful," Jenny finally speaks, "was she here to take you back?"
"Well to say sorry, but we're just friends, 'cause I have my eye on someone else," I'm trying to hint to Jenny that I want her.
The phone rings. It never rings. I press it against my ear, "Hello?"
"Uh, yes, are you related to Heather Truscott?" Right, mom hasn't been home, this must be about that.
"Yeah, I'm her daughter," I hold my breath, my lungs burn, my head feels light.
"She was admitted into Malibu Hospital two nights ago, she had no ID on her, but her brother, your uncle, identified her. She had a severe heart attack, if you can stop by to fill out some forms, that'd be great," he pauses, waiting for my reply.
"Yeah, sure… yeah," I hang the phone up. My mom. Heart attack. Why she hasn't been home. I was a fool to think everything was all right with her.
"Are you okay, Lilly?" Jenny rushes to my side as I begin to fall. She catches me in her warm arms and just holds me, as I become a sobbing wreck.
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Jenny called Miley for me. She doesn't trust me driving to the hospital, I'm glad Jenny cares for me, but I wish I had some other friend that could drive, someone besides Miley. "She's on her way," Jenny walks back to me. I'm lying on my couch, my face is flustered, my cheeks are puffy, and I just don't want anyone around me.
Jenny gently strokes my hair sitting on the armrest of the couch. She starts humming, and I feel safe, I feel calm. "Thanks Miley," I mumble about to fall asleep.
I'm being lightly tapped, oh, I must've been sleeping, I didn't even realize it. "Hey, Miley's here," Jenny looks right at me in the eyes, "I'll call you later," she pats my head and leaves.
"Hey hun," Miley approaches me, "let's get you to the hospital without further delay."
Miley pulls my lazy body off the couch. I force myself to stand, but I want to fall back down and just lay on the floor forever. "C'mon I'll support you," Miley saying that helps me get to the front door. In a way I think she meant that emotionally and physically. She really was back on her way to being a great friend.
She pulled my left arm around her neck, and she wrapped her right arm around my waist. I walked with her, leaning on her, loving the warmth coming from her, and just her touch. I hope everything turns out okay. I hope my mom's okay. I hope Miley and me will soon be something more. I know I said I wanted Jenny before, but right now, Miley being here with me feels more right than anything I've ever felt before.