Hello people! I apologize for the lack of updation but I've been really busy with basketball, but I'm back and I will be updating more often fron now on. I have a question to ask you readers and reviewers. Do you think that my writing style is good? Do you think that I get to the point too quickly in the story or do you think that I should make the story a little longer? Because the first couple paragraphs in this chapter are meaningless to the story, I just didn't know what to write so I decided to write about anything that came to mind. If you don't mind reading random fluff in the story then let me know, I'm just trying to make the story longer for your enjoyment. I enjoy constructive criticism, and if you think there is nothing wrong with my story, I also enjoy compliments, I am not making this story better for myself, but for you lovely readers. But seriously, if I'm rushing things let me know. The first two chapters were just Miley's point of view, but in this chapter it is both Miley's and Lilly's points of view. I try to make it so that you know who's point of view it is in the first couple sentences. Anyways, enjoy the chapter.

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There she goes, there she goes again/Racing through my brain, and I just can't contain, this feeling that remains/There she blows, there she blows again/Pulsing through my veins, and I just can't contain, this feeling that remains/There she goes, there she goes again/She calls my name, she pulls my train, no one else could heal my pain/And I just can't contain, this feeling that remains

- The La's

"Be careful." I looked down sheepishly and I met Lilly's concerned eyes. I was currently on a tree trying to get our Frisbee. Since we don't always have something to do, we usually play around when we are bored.

"Why couldn't I climb the tree again?" Lilly asked irritably as I continued to cautiously grab the Frisbee.

"Because I threw it up here."

"So?" I looked down annoyingly and I once again met Lilly's glare.

"I don't know I just wanted to get it." I shouted lightly.

"There are plenty of other ways to kill yourself Miley." I looked down quickly, thinking that I had triggered something in Lilly. Her smile was bright though, she had only been joking. I finally grabbed the Frisbee and turned around on the branch. I looked down to see Lilly looking at me comically.

"Oh no." She said sarcastically.

"I know what happens now." She crossed her arms expectantly and I just looked at her in amazement.

"And whatever could possibly happen?" I said sarcastically.

"You won't climb down." She said with a smirk, I looked over to the house and I could also see Sarah through the kitchen window, and what do you know, she was smirking. Shocker.

Damn these people.

"That is not going to happen." I said disbelievingly and Lilly just nodded.

A couple minutes passed and I was still sitting in the tree, looking down at the ground with disgust.

"Well?" I narrowed my eyes at the blonde.

"I'm regaining my courage." I said smugly.

"You can't regain something you never had." I scoffed at her.

"What do you know about courage?" her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened in amusement.

"You're talking to me about courage?"

"Yes I am." I said confidently, knowing very well about Lilly's courage. She grinned evilly before slowly walking towards the tree, I watched her with nervous eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I just thought that you could use a little help." She said innocently, but I didn't buy it.

"You are not bringing me down there." I said stubbornly. She ignored me and started to climb the tree quickly. She makes it seem so easy, but it's harder than it looks. She was sitting by me in less than two minutes.

"So, what're you doing up here?" I said casually, as if it was a typical place to be on a Friday afternoon. She scoffed, shook her head, and put me over her shoulder as if I was a trash bag. We started to descend from the tree, but don't think that I made it easy on her; I was kicking and screaming with every step. She threw me down when we were about four feet away from the ground and I landed on my butt. Today has not been a fun day.

…

Eyes up Truscott.

My eyes wandered down once again, no thanks to my self- scolding. I have to control myself, I feel like a teenage boy sometimes and that can get me into lots of trouble. I was currently behind Miley, walking down the hill into the town to get a better jacket for Sarah. She had been complaining lots lately because it was 'too damn cold in the damn kitchen'. That Sarah was something special alright. I decided to speed up and walk next to Miley to avoid any mental images, but when I got to her side she abruptly stopped. I turned around to look at her and her eyes were narrow.

"What's wrong?" She pointed up into the sky and there it was, smoke.

"I told you it was real." She said excitedly. I narrowed my eyes at her and sighed.

"This isn't something to be happy about." She turned to me and looked at me weirdly.

"This is great." She lifted her hands to the sky.

"We aren't the only ones anymore." I sighed again and massaged my temples.

"Miley this can actually be something bad." She put her hands on her hips in a feisty way.

"How?" I opened my mouth and made a face as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"He can be a serial killer, rapist, and a cannibal, a lot of things can be wrong with this person." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Maybe we should stay away until we know that this person is normal." She shrugs, contemplating that idea before she gives in.

"Fine, but only until we know that the person is normal." I nod my head.

"If he's normal." I say to myself.

…

"Smoke?" Sarah asked incredulously, I nodded.

"It could've been anything though." I shook my head this time.

"No. It was definitely from a hand-made fire." She looked pensive for a moment.

"What if the person is dangerous?"

"That's what I told Miley, but she's really happy about it for some reason." I shrug and walk towards the door that exits to the hallway upstairs.

"Maybe you should go check him out." Sarah said quietly, stopping my walk towards the door.

"Why?" I said, my face scrunching up in confusion. She shrugged.

"Wouldn't you like to find out if he's crazy or not before he gets close to our house?" Sarah had a point; I wouldn't want to risk anyone's safety.

"When should I go?"

"You should go tonight, Miley wouldn't be happy if she found out."

"Do you want me to go with you?" I shook my head.

"Stay here with Miley." She nodded and I went downstairs, sitting on the couch, waiting for the time to pass.

…

"Someone looks anxious." Miley said as she came down the stairs. She went to the kitchen and opened a cabinet that contained fresh bottles of water.

"I'm just tired." I tried to say that as normal as possible, but when there's an extremely gorgeous woman looking at you with blue eyes, shit just don't come out right. She raised her eyebrows as if she knew something was wrong. I was never the person to lie to Miley, or anyone for that matter.

"It has been quite a hectic day with the smoke and all." She was speaking casually while analyzing my movements and responses.

"I think I'm going to go to sleep." I said while standing up from the couch, avoiding all eye contact. I felt a hand on my wrist, fingers squeezing gently and turning me around slightly to face her. I can feel her breath on my neck, her eyes burning a hole through mine. We were standing extremely close, my heart started to beat faster and my feet became unusually numb. I looked down at her, her eyebrows were slightly raised and her eyes were studying my face.

"So where are you really going?" There's something about this girl that drives me freaking crazy, I don't think I want to find out what because that might ruin the feeling. I swallowed for a moment because my throat was uncharacteristically dry.

"I'm going to go sleep." She put her unoccupied hand on her waist and she shifted her weight to her left leg, she obviously didn't believe me. She narrowed her eyes.

"So you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" This was such a trick. If there's one thing I know in this world, it's that Miley Stewart's sentences always have a double meaning. If I say yes then that means that there is nothing going on because I would have to disturb her if I was to get out of bed and go somewhere. I'm way smarter than I look.

"Sure, I'll be there in five minutes." She still had that look on her face as if I was up to something, but she nodded and went up the stairs anyways.

Mama's got a plan.

…

I woke up to someone shifting in the spot next to me. I slowly sat up, thinking that it was Lilly trying to get out of my room, but it wasn't anything close to that. Sleeping next to me was Sarah, not Lilly. I knew that Lilly was good at sneaking around but I didn't know that she was this good. That bastard, using Sarah as a substitute so she can go wander around, alone, at night, in an empty world. But then I remembered that the world wasn't so empty after all, there was that mysterious smoke on the other side of the town. I got up quickly leaving Sarah to sleep peacefully in my bed. I grabbed my boots and a sweater before heading outside and in the direction of the smoke, knowing that Lilly wasn't very far ahead. The deeper into the town I got, the darker it was, only the moon to illuminate the street.

"Lilly." I whispered, but the whispers became shouts, and at one point I just started screaming her name.

"Lilly!" Suddenly my mouth was covered by a hand and I was in an alley, pushed up against a wall. My eyes were closed tightly in fear. I slowly opened them only to see something that literally took my breath away.

Lilly's body was pressed up against mine in all the right places; I could feel her breath on the top of my head. The hood of her jacket was over her head, her hair coming out almost wrapping around her hooded head, as if someone had a fan and was blowing her hair back. Her eyes were sparkling brightly; you could almost see the reflection of the stars in her eyes. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes were screaming at me. She looked really sexy.

"Keep your voice down." She whispered harshly, her eyebrows scrunched together in anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She said.

"What are you doing here?" Her eyes narrowed at me as her face got closer to mine.

"I'm here trying to—"

"Hello?" Lilly's body was suddenly pressed up against mine, no space between our bodies whatsoever. One of her legs was in between both of mine and her cheek was pressed up against my ear. Her hand came up to cover my mouth again, her other hand finding its way to my front pocket. She shifted her leg slightly, making it rub against my soft spot. I grunted slightly but because her hand was covering my mouth, nothing was heard.

"Is anybody there?"

Who the fuck is that?

It sure as hell doesn't sound like Sarah. It's the voice of a man, deep and hoarse, almost like Lilly's voice. Footsteps could be heard on the street, and other than the arousal and nervousness that Lilly is making me feel because of our close proximity, I felt fear.

What if Lilly was right? What if this man was crazy?

The alley that we are in isn't lit very well so we are probably not going to be noticed, but that doesn't stop me from feeling afraid. My heart is pounding in my ears, I don't know if it's because the footsteps are getting closer or because of Lilly's hard body being pressed up against mine. Her leg is still shifting and I'm trying as hard as I possibly can to stifle a moan, but I've never been the girl to resist any temptation.

"Ungh." It came out as a whisper, the combination of a moan and a grunt. It wasn't loud but I know that Lilly heard it and at the thought of that I felt the heat rising to my cheeks. I closed my eyes and bit my lip when Lilly's mouth brushed up against my ear.

"Don't move." The man was walking past the alley, stopping once to look into the dark, but he found no one. We waited until you could no longer hear the footsteps. Lilly backed away from me and I felt a peculiar emptiness. I took a quick glance at her face to find her blushing, but I avoided all eye contact. She started to walk out of the alley and I followed suit. Lilly had her gun drawn, walking slowly while trying to look through the dark. I saw a flash of something cross the street a couple of yards in front of us.

Lilly continued to walk through the deserted streets slowly, eyes narrow and focused. We abruptly stopped when we heard a trash can being knocked over. I moved towards Lilly and I stood very close to her.

"Go home." She whispered harshly.

"No." She sighed, her gun pointing in the direction of the noise.

"Miley just go."

"No one's going anywhere." I turned around to find a gun being pointed at us. A man was on the other side of the gun, short blonde hair that reached just above his eyebrows, green eyes that were full of uneasiness and fear. He looked to be about 5'11, an inch taller than Lilly, and he looked to be well built muscularly. His jaw was clenched and the muscle was clearly visible. I turned to look at Lilly for a moment and I saw a resemblance between her and the stranger. Her jaw was also clenched, a determined look in her eye.

I was standing in the middle of two people with their guns drawn. I really hope nobody pulls the trigger.

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