The Stewart Sisters
She had sat on the toilet seat for hours, not letting herself go, not thinking, just drowning in no emotions. Maybe it was time to think about it for the first time in years. She knew she was going to cry, she knew she was going to let herself go, but it had to be done, She said she was going to think. And that is what she was going to do. She thought back to the very first Stewart Christmas, when it all started. Heck it started a lot like this one. Miley opening the door to an unpleasant surprise.
A fifteen year old Miley and I laughed as we looked through fan letters, no I had never wanted to be a Stewart, and I had always claimed they were nuts, but heck, I was going to be living with them, might as well somewhat get along, no? "Ding Dong" Miley happily trudged to the door, not expecting her beloved EX boyfriend Jake Ryan. "I thought this was a Stewart Christmas, he's no Stewart." Oh sure they had promised to be friends, but there were sore feelings. "His family went away, and he had no one to spend Christmas with darling" Miley shrugged completely ignoring him, and walking back to me. She continued to look through letters, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was adorable, with pretty blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and a really hot bod. But his eyes were planted on my step sister, the beautiful brunette, not me, the pretty blonde. I sighed, going back to the fan letters. The phone rang, and Miley knew who it was, she ran to it, leaving me alone, with a stud muffin, at that moment I loved Lilly and Oliver. He sat beside me, my heart leaped, he smiled at me, now it melted. "Hi, you must be Lydia" I nodded "Yeah, and Your Jake" He shrugged cockily. Miley complained about his ego, but I thought it was cute. Ruining my perfect moment she skipped back in, and his eyes floated to hers, her unique gray ones, not my pale blue ones. "Lilly and Oliver are coming daddy!" Her dad smiled, our dad. As if on cue, they knocked the door and Miley ran to it, opening it, Lilly simply walked in, babbling about something or other, and Jackson ran to her, sweeping her off her feet, and planting a kiss on her lips. She giggled. They had only got together a week ago, but they were already like a married couple, heck she was here enough to be married to him. Oliver just continued standing at the door, staring at Miley, she blushed, hard. They both looked up, mistletoe. They shuffled their feet, now even I was curious to see what would happen, everyone stared, and they were both tomato red. Oh everyone knew they liked each other, they just wouldn't admit it. "Oh just kiss already!" Lilly shouted. Oliver smiled, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Jake went green with envy. "Alright alright, that's long enough!" They both pulled back, giggling, and smiling giddily, I had to smile, it was cute. The rest of the evening was spent like this. Lilly and Jackson running around like maniacs, Robbie Ray chasing them around with a pan, trying to get them to stop. Miley helping my pregnant mom cook and do other things, Oliver staring admiringly at her, Miley giggling and blushing. Jake trying to get Miley under the mistletoe, and me following him around like a puppy dog. Finally, Jake got someone under the mistletoe, but it wasn't Miley, it was me. I blushed hard, he looked somewhat disappointed. Nonetheless, he grabbed my waist, I wrapped my arms around him, and he kissed me. It was the most amazing kiss ever, and he didn't let go for a good minute. Finally, he did. And the disappointed expression was not there, it was an expression of amazement, and Miley's was one of anger. That was when it started, but it wasn't when we started hating each other. No, it was a good month after, when Jake was finally getting the courage to ask me to be his girlfriend. And Oliver and Miley were already dating. I went home so happy, he was my boyfriend, the boy who couldn't keep his eyes off Miley was mine! And what did Miley do when I told her, she said simply "Ex-Boyfriends are off limits" I knew she was just angry, I knew if I gave her time she would be over it, but I couldn't help myself, I was naturally like that, and I said "My mom was off limits too, but you stole her, because you had no good mom of your own" And she slapped me, hard. And we both cried, right in front of each other, and then we fought, we slapped, scratched, punched, kicked, until we both bled, and her dad finally caught us, and pulled us apart. We said some nasty things to each other that day, heck, we gave each other stitches, and the scars of both our words, and our stitches were there. People say we're not blood sisters. Oh I'm pretty sure we shared some blood that day. I think it was that day though, that I lost all emotion, because it was that day, that I lost the girl, I had gotten used to calling sister.
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