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A/N: Yay sneaking on to put up another chapter! :) Hope you all like it. I don't know why, but I keep wanting to write this story in first person haha. Anyways, enjoy :).

Chapter Four

"Oh you're a true friend
You're here til the end
You pull me aside when somethin ain't right
Talk with me now and into the night
Til its alright again
You're a true friend
You're a true friend
You're a true friend

I Love you all! Have a good night!" Hannah called to the crowd, waving goodbye. The screams were incredible; this honestly was one of the best concerts she had ever done.

If only Lilly could've been here…the now blonde girl bit her lip and gave the microphone to her dad.

"Thanks, daddy."

"No problem bud. Where's Lilly? She's always here right next to you when you get off stage." He stated, ripping off the fake mustache.

Miley nodded. "I guess she wasn't feeling up to it. Is it alright if she comes over when we get come?"

"It's gonna be kinda late, don't you think?"

"Come on, daddy, please? This is important." She puffed her lip out and gave him the puppy eyes.

"Oh, fine."

The ride home was unusually quiet. Miley was staring out the window listening to music while her father drove. Jackson didn't come because he had to work late with Rico. "You sure you're okay Miles? You seem awful quiet."

"Yeah, I'm okay Daddy," she said brightly. "I just want to talk to Lilly."

"Well you can call her right now if you'd like, we're about two seconds away from home."

The teen pulled out her cell phone and went to new messages. Hey, drop by my place? I'd like to talk. She clicked Lilly's name and then the send button. Less then two minutes later she got a response. Okay. Miley sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Daddy, I'm going to wait out here for her." She told him, sitting on her back porch.

"Okay, just come in a little before midnight? It's ten thirty now." And with that her father shut the glass door. A few moments later the blonde girl walked up the steps and stood at the top. She looked up at Miley, and turned her head.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked quietly, walking forward as Miley motioned her to sit down. The brunette took a deep breathe in and pulled her wig off slowly.

"Lilly, we're best friends, aren't we?"

"Of course we are, Miley."

"And when I confront you about stuff, you know it's because I care about you, right?"

Lilly paused. "Is this about the other night?"

"Lilly, you have to tell me. Ever since that night you've barely talked to me and Oliver-"

"It's been two days." She said coldly, rolling her eyes. "I said I was fine. So I'm kinda whatever for two days, it shouldn't matter that much."

"But it does Lilly. You know I care about you." Miley took hold of the blonde's hands and looked straight in her eyes. "You're my best friend. I just want you to be okay."

"Well, maybe you're caring to much, because I told you I'm perfectly okay." She ripped her hands away from the brunette's and stood up roughly. "So I had a bad dream, big deal. Why do you have to know so bad?"

Miley stood up as well. Now the anger started to build up inside of her. "I thought best friends told each other everything. And when was it such a bad thing to care?"

"Is it a rule or something that I have to tell you everything?" Lilly asked harshly. Miley could tell the anger was getting to her too. "No, no it's not."

"It's just something you're suppose to do! I tell you everything, Lilly, and when something's wrong, I let you know! Because I know you care!" The brunette argued, curling her hands up in balls.

The blonde scowled. "Whatever, Miley, just let it go. Please, I'm begging you."

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"Why do you have to know?"

"Why are you being so difficult?!" Miley basically screamed, her eyes shut tight. When she opened them, the blonde face had fell and eyes seemed slightly red. But with all the anger inside, she really didn't care.

"Why can't you just tell me what's wrong, Lilly? I'm your best friend; you know I care about you. I held you for the longest time the other night just because I wanted to make sure you'd be okay. Whenever something's wrong with me, you're the first person I go to, not anyone else, nor do I hold it inside! Excuse me if I thought you'd do that too, 'cuz that's obviously not what best friends do. Whatever Lilly, if you don't want to let me help you when you're going through something, fine, I won't be there for you!" The brunette was shaking horribly, eyes tearing up with anger. She finally took a deep breathe in and comprehended everything she had just screamed.

"Oh my god, Lilly, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that." Miley regretted all the words that just came out of her mouth. What had come over her?

The blonde was crying silently, and just staring the brunette down. Blinking for a moment, she looked away and walked down the stairs. She was leaving, and the brunette wanted to stop her. "Lilly, come back, please?" Miley called, chasing after her a little bit. "I'm really, really sorry."

The blonde didn't stop, but Miley did. Biting her lips and tears pouring down her cheek, Miley felt as though everything that was wrong with Lilly was her fault. The brunette felt like the worst friend in the entire world, and the only thing she could hope was that tomorrow, everything would be okay.

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