Four Months Previous:

Every month, like another unfortunate time clock, Lilly was subjected to attend a formal dinner with Miley, Robbie Ray Stewart and his fiancé Giana La Meglia. The dinner was always on the 15th at seven on the dot.

Lilly:

6:30

Shit. Shit. Shit. I glance at the clock on the wall. 6:30. Shit.

So much for alarm clocks, naps, and watching that House marathon. I pick up my phone to see that it is dead. Shit.. I run into the bedroom to find my charger. I search the dresser. Where are you? I move my pajamas from the corner. Come on. I reach under the bed. Please, please, please. What is that? I pull out a broken picture frame. I sit on the floor and take the picture out. It was me and Miley in Spain for our two year anniversary. (The picture shows Miley looking into the camera while Lilly kisses her cheek while you can see the Spanish countryside.) It was just one of those cheesy couple photos that made you smile and get sad at the same time. Good time. No, great time. Phone Charger! No, get ready!

I take maybe a one-minute shower and quickly put on my black, strapless. knee length dress and brush my hair. I put the front of my hair in a poof and get some mascara on my eyes. A spritz of perfume and a pair of black high heels in my hand.

6:50. And it takes twenty minutes to get to that restarant. Five to park. And my car is in the shop.

I look at the counter, Miley's Mercedes keys. Be late get yelled at or be late and nobody talks to you the whole time, whatever this is going to suck either way. I grab the keys.

I slip my flops on, grab my bag with my shoes in my right hand, and head into the parking garage. You think Hannah Montana could get some Valet service? I get to her car, sit down, and start the two-door beauty.

Please god, don't let me ruin this car.

Miley:

6:50

I must of called Lilly and our place eight times. I try her cell but it must be dead or off because I just keep getting, "This is Lilly, drop your verse." Beep.

Please don't be late. As I stand on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

7:15

A very familiar black two door, Mercedes-benz convertible, pulls into Valet. I watch the blonde get out until I notice its Lilly and walk over. I can hear her say, "Could you please be like, super careful, just like ye know take your time" she says to the Valet guy who just walks around the car and gets in. "Okay, BE SAFE!" she says loudly as he pulls around into the garage. She puts on her heels and slips her flops into her bag.

I walk in front of her.

"Hey….baby, Look I was…"

"No, I don't care what you were doing, but you ARE fifteen minutes late. What happened? I thought you had the doctors at three." I say with next to little compassion.

"I did, but I was tired, I had two final exams today!"

"Why didn't you set an alarm?"

"I did but my phone died. How can I wake up to a dead phone?"

"That's not my problem." I say as Lilly scratches her head. "You should've at least…"

"There you are Miles." My dad says as me and Lilly turn to face him. "Lilly" Lilly nods.

He looks at his watch,"Late but ye know what? It doesn't matter, we're all here now and we can just eat our dinner." We smile fakely at him and walk inside. Please be easy on Lilly, please. Giana, the wannabe mom, is already sitting at the table when we get to it. My dad pushes my chair in, while Lilly pushes herself in.

The waiter comes over and asks for our drink request. My dad like always orders us a bottle of one of their finest wines. Before she walks away Lilly pulls her aside and says, "Excuse me, can a bottle of Heineken?" The waiter nods and walks away.

"What's wrong with American beers?" my dad asks Lilly as I hope Lilly doesn't play right into his game.

"Nothing, just felt like a Heineken." She says looking back down at the menu.

"Lilly, what are you studying again?" I know exactly where he's going with this so before Lilly responds I cut in, "Accounting, the test is next week right?" I finish the question looking at Lilly.

"Yeah" she says her eyes staying on the menu.

Our drinks come to the table, and out of the corner of my eye I see Lilly take a rather large gulp. Cheers to the night.

An hour and forty five minutes later.

Lilly is beyond drunk, but is just quiet to avoid the wrath and guilt of my father's words. The night, overall, was one of our better dinners. The food was good, Lilly and I didn't fight in front of my dad, Lilly and my dad didn't almost physically fight, Giana kept her homophobic religious words to herself, probably cause she didn't drink, and dessert was almost over. Check, please.

My dad and Giana start whispering to each other as I take this opportunity to talk to Lilly.

"We're almost out of here, twenty minutes tops, sound good?" I say touching her arm.

"Can we never do this ever again?" I look at her, "No?" she finishes her tenth, no exaggeration, tenth Heineken and let's out an,"Awesome." I turn my attention back to my dad and Giana.

I catch Giana saying, "we should tell them".

"Tell us what?" I ask.

"Well, we were gonna wait to tell you and your brother together but…" he smiles gently at Giana, "but I think we could tell ye now."

Giana speaks up with the largest smile, "I'm pregnant!" Before my emotions even capture that statement my face turns into a deer in head lights. Wait? What?

Lilly starts laughing. She just keeps laughing until she notices every one staring at her. She settles herself and says "You weren't joking?…No?.. …" She looks at Giana. "…congrats" she whispers out. She goes back to laughing to herself. "Cougar time". Giana gets up and leaves and my dad follows her but not without turning back to give me that 'Why are you with her?' face I'm all too used to.

We pay the bill, like usual, and go out to Valet.

I give valet a tip and take the drivers seat. Lilly plops her self into the passenger seat.

The ride back is silent. We've park in the garage.

"Miley…" Lilly says rubbing her head.

"It's one night Lilly! One night, and you show up late, take my car, get smash, and make my dad leave."

"Make your dad leave? Even if I didn't speak at all and some how came into money your dad would still leave."

"What does money have to do with it?"

"Money's everything, Miley. Come on. Even I feel like your charity case sometimes." She says looking down at the floor mats.

The words hurt more than she knew. I turn off the car. I look at her.

"Wait you think I'm with you 'cause you don't have money?"

"What!?! No. Sometimes, I feel like you think I'm with you because you have money." I can't even respond I'm so upset.

I get out and slam the door and walk towards the elevator. I hear Lilly run after me.

"Miley, come on." I get into the elevator and Lilly follows. She tries to take my hand in hers. I quickly take my hand away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she pleas.

"Just sometimes Lilly, I'd like you to just consider how I feel before you say things." I say harshly. The door opens on our floor and I walk quickly to the door and get my keys out.

"Miley, you know that's not the case. I love you." I open the door. We walk in and Lilly locks up as I walk to our bedroom. I hear her footsteps stop in the doorway. I stand in front of my dresser and take off my earrings. I slip off my shoes.

"Miley."

I look at her. "I'm sorry. I just want you to still love me even if everybody else gives you reasons not to." Lilly turns around and heads back toward the kitchen.

I take of my dress and slip into my pajamas and sit on the edge of the bed looking towards the doorway. She returns with a sad face and bottle of water. She goes to speak.

"Don't." I say putting my hand up.

"Miley, what? You take me to this every month and expect…" she says.

I stand up and face her, "Expect what, Lilly?! Is it a crime for me to want you and my dad to get along?" I ask defeated.

"A crime? Miley this is like our, What? Eight hundredth time doing this." She lowers her voice. "We don't get along, he hates me, he thinks I'm like the worst person you could ever be with." We just stand there, facing each other.

What can I say? Yeah that sounds right. He does not like Lilly, never did. He thinks I should be with a good Christian boy, emphasis on the boy.

She knows it's the truth and so do I. "Miley…I don't want to fight. I'm sorry for tonight and everything", she says stepping closer to me. "Just don't be mad at me." she says putting my arms around her neck.

Just looking into those eyes make me feel like the world is at peace and that nothing could ever be better than this.

"...I'm just…exhausted." I say

"I'm shorter than you" she says as a small joke. It makes me smile.

"I feel like we're going to start middle school dancing." She says smilingly. She says referring to me having my arms around her neck. I take my hands away from her neck and cup her face in my hands and kiss her.

Sparks still fly, my heart still explodes, and I'm still in love with Lilly Truscott.

The next morning:

Lily POV:

I wake knowing no one will be on the other side of the bed. We haven't woke up together in months. The cool sheets and the pale green of the walls were all I woke to. I yawn and place my feet on the cold ground.

I walk to the kitchen to see the back of Robby Ray Stewart on the phone, I looked back to see the bathroom door closed. F. I turn and head back to the bedroom and bump into Miley. She smiles and kisses me gently. "Good morning."

"Morning." I say. She looks at me and knows exactly why I was heading back towards our room. She takes my hand, "Let me make you breakfast."

Before I can contest, she drags me into the kitchen. Robby Ray turns around. "Miley, Davis said the duet is on and Enrique will be in next week."

"He signed on?" she asks smilingly taking eggs and the bread over to the counter. Miley looked all business today. Straight dark blue knee length skirt, a cute white blouse with short sleeves. Her heels made her about 6 inches taller then me and her hair was wavy and beautiful. I'm guessing she was going to some meeting about her new album.

"Yeah. Apparently he loves the new Hannah to Miley cross over." He says putting his phone away sitting a seat away from me at the counter. I hate the awkward hate going on right now, but it was worth it for the breakfast Miley makes. So good.

"Did you come up with a name for the album yet?" I ask running my hand through my hair.

She whisks the eggs, "I was thinking either…"she looks at me lifting the bread, "Do you want toast?"

"That doesn't sound good." I say confused.

"You don't want toast? She asks.

"I do want toast if that's what you want." They both look at me.

"She's asking you if you would like toast with your eggs." He states like I'm an idiot.

"Yes, please." I say dipping my head low. Stupid. Oh, Do you want toast? Oh, Lilly could you not be such a disappointment.

"You were saying Miles?" he says disappointed.

"I was actually thinking of naming it 'There Was Something To Say'." She says placing the finished eggs on a plate.

"I like it." He says smiling at Miley. She turns to me. "Do you like it Lil?" she says putting my plate filled with sausage, light toast, scrambled eggs and a tall glass of orange juice.

"I think it's really good." I say as she places the ketchup in front of me. Wait. Why is she being so nice to me? I fuck up dinner and get a perfect Miley breakfast. Something's up.

"Are you packed yet, Miles?" her dad asks. I look at Miley to see what she's packing for. She didn't tell me anything any more any way.

"Dad, can you get my bags from the guest room?" she asks nervously, then puts the pans in the sink.

"Sure bud." He says smiling walking into the hallway. I look at her.

"So, where are you going?" I ask looking down at my untouched breakfast.

"I meant to tell you. It was last minute. I have to go to Nashville for the new album." She says cleaning the spatula.

I just stare at my plate. She walks in front of me. It hurt every time. Every time she forgot to mention a trip, a late night at the studio, clubbing with good-looking actors. Did she not know that?

"It's only for five days." She says trying to get my eyes to lift. "I'll be back on Thursday." She says trying to make it seem like five days is better than any amount possible. She doesn't care, why should I?

My eyes just look at the perfectly seasoned eggs, perfectly seared sausage links, and perfectly almost dark buttered toast.

Everything is perfect.

"You're mad. I get it. Lilly, but…" she starts her please don't be mad at me speech. I should be one to talk.

I look up into her eyes. She stops speaking. "I don't care and you don't either." I say taking my full plate, dropping it in the sink, and walking back to the bedroom.

By the time she says my name, Robby Ray has made his way into the kitchen with her bags. I can hear Robby Ray get back on the phone to talk to some one about something. Somebody comes into our appartment to take her bags to the garage so they can pull out avoiding the paparazzi. Miley doesn't say a thing.

Robby yells something like, "Hurry Up." As I hear footsteps come closer to the bedroom door. She walks in and looks at me on the bed with my laptop.

"I love you." She says taking a breath. "Things between us are getting worse and I have no idea how to fix them." Her voice sounds like she's going to cry making me choke up slightly, not wanting to know what's coming. "I think we need a break." She says with slight confidence. She doesn't even wait for my response as she turns to leave. I look up to her finally, noticing she's standing, her back to me, waiting for me to stop her. I don't. She leaves, the door slams.

I love you, Miley Stewart. I just can't believe I agree with you.