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Author's Note: 'Nother Chapter :D. Now I'm afraid that this story is started to like, lose it's interest, but honestly, the next chapter is the one everybody's been waiting for. I'm super excited to post it up. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :).
Chapter Five
Lilly didn't show up at school the next day.
Miley looked at her cell phone and noticed it was 2:21. School let out in nine minutes, and the brunette never saw her friend there. Maybe she got sick, which was why she couldn't go to the concert. Or maybe her mother was sick and she had to help her out.
Or maybe something seriously was wrong with Lilly, and she was hiding it from her best friend.
The bell rang, and the brunette slowly gathered her things for class. She went up to her teacher, clutching her books to her chest and asked, "Is Lilly going to be here tomorrow?"
The teacher raised her brows and turned her head slightly. "I thought if anyone would know, it'd be you."
Miley felt helpless. "Oh, okay then. Thanks anyway." She hurried out of the class and ran into Oliver. "Hey, have you heard from Lilly at all?"
Oliver sighed. "I swear, Miley, this has got to be the fifth time you've asked me today. And no, I haven't. Why are you so concerned?"
The brunette girl sighed. "Well, I woke up on Saturday night and Lilly was crying her eyes out," she confessed quietly, playing with her hands. "and she's been kinda to herself ever since then. I just want to make sure she's okay."
The boy's face fell. "She didn't tell you what was wrong? That's a little…"
"Un-Lilly-Like? I know." Miley finished his sentence, slumping against a close locker. "I just wish I knew what to do, Oliver."
"It'll all be good tomorrow, Miley." Oliver promised, offering a hug. "I'll see you later.
………..
Lilly wasn't in school on Wednesday, either.
Nor was she in school Thursday, Friday, or on the beginning week, Monday through Wednesday. However, on Thursday, just when Miley was tempted to walk to Lilly's house, who else but the bubbly blonde walked through the school doors.
At least, the brunette always knew her as a bubbly, happy blonde. Now she seemed depressed and stressed. When Lilly walked to her locker, her hair was a complete mess; no make up was put on. She had on a t-shirt and jeans, and that was it. However, she still looked adorable to Miley. The brunette couldn't help it; she ran next to Lilly and flew her arms around her.
"Lilly! I missed you so much!" She cried, squeezing her tightly. "Where've you been?"
The blonde hugged back slightly but shrugged it off after a moment. "I've been busy. My dad moved back in with my mom. They got back together. I was helping move in all his shi- stuff." Lilly let out a dramatic sigh. If Miley was stupid, she wouldn't have noticed the anger in the blonde's voice or how she called her father's belongings shit. But the brunette did notice, but decided not to question.
"I'm sorry about our fight last week," Miley apologized, frowning. "Are we okay?"
Lilly nodded. "Of course we are."
The blonde started walking to her locker, but Miley noticed something different about the way she was walking. "Lils, are you limping?"
Lilly straightened up immediately. "No, Miley, I'm perfectly fine. As I've been the past few days!"
The brunette turned her head to the side. "Okay, then, walk for me."
The teen laughed nervously. "Why would I have to walk when I can have such lovely conversation with you right here?"
"Come on, Lilly, please?" The Star begged, trying to piece together the puzzle of Lilly with only half of the pieces. Miley figured she could attempt to find out what was wrong with Lilly, even if her assumption ended up being way off.
"Oh, look, the bell's gonna ring soon. I'll see you later Miley!" The blonde started to limp away, and the brunette stared as she folded her arms across her chest. Lilly was caught in the act, now, she would just confront her after first period.
However when first period ended there was no sign of Lilly. Nor was there even a glimpse of her for the entire day. Miley almost began to believe she imagined Lilly was there, but she knew that was nonsense.
…………………..
The brunette sighed. It was Friday, 2:23 PM. Seven minutes until class let out, and Miley was still trying to figure out what was wrong with her blonde friend. She didn't show up at school today either.
Maybe it really was a lot of work to help her dad move in, Miley thought, putting her textbook and binder in her backpack.
Or maybe, it's something else.
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