Chapter 4

Miley ran inside the house, mascara and eye-liner going down her face. She hadn't even bothered to wait for her dad or the limo for that matter. She ran home, wig and costume, everything. She was lucky tonight that no paparazzi was able to follow her home tonight. She had luckily avoided it all. She ran upstairs and put on her pajamas and bunny slippers. She went to the bathroom and wiped off all her make-up. She took Beary in her arms and hugged him tight. She couldn't help but cry. She had been used again! When were guys going to stop using her as an object or a prize? She was tired of it. she wanted someone to like her for who she was. She wanted to meet someone who could just like her for her, not because of money. She twisted around to look at the clock. It was ten o clock. She would have plenty of time to watch a chick flick before her dad and brother got home to hog the TV. They knew where she was anyways. Her brother knew anyways. He'd tell her dad eventually, of course with Jackson, eventually could mean tomorrow or the next week. Quickly she took out Music and Lyrics. She laughed all the way through it. She sighed deeply. Everything in the movie world was picture perfect when it all came down to it in the end. In real life it didn't work that way. She wished it did. It would make reality so much more simple. The movie came to an end. And so did her happy place. If only she could dive into the world of romantic comedies and stay there forever. then she would never worry about not living happily ever after. Well, unless she was Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding, but in that case she would play Cameron Diaz's part. She went back up to her room. She turned out the light and sat on her bed. the tears started coming down again. She needed someone. She needed someone bad. She looked at the clock. It was midnight. Who could she talk to?

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Oliver laid in bed, staring at the darkness. He still felt really bad. Why, he couldn't say. There was no reason to feel bad, he just did. he tried his hardest to fall asleep. It was no use. He sat up and turned on the light on his bedside table. He looked at the clock. It was only ten o clock. No wonder he couldn't go to bed. it was relatively early for the summer. He sat there, twiddling his thumbs thinking of something to do. He couldn't go back downstairs to where the remainder of his extended family was. he had already gotten a headache from being down there in the first place. He had to clear his head. he had to meditate. He had been forcibly taught by his grandma one day when they were bored in the living room, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to do it in a real setting when he just might need to. He tried it. eventually, he started getting droopy eyed. He decided. He had to go to bed if he wanted to stand up in the morning, well, that's how he felt anyways. He quietly and peacefully drifted to sleep. What seemed to be seconds later, he heard a knock at the sliding door that led to the small second floor balcony from his room. He stiffly and slowly turned over to see what was making the sound at twelve thirty in the morning. He should have asked who. Standing in the rain, in her pajamas with a tear- stained face, holding her beloved teddy bear, was Miley.