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Some extra info: Oliver is a famous Actor, he's also on the verge on becoming an alcoholic like his father. He's dating a local musician Ally. Ally has wavy black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a little taller than Lilly.
(Miley is in Nashville getting ready for a the city's Bob and Sheryl Show interview. Her face doesn't have much emotion but sadness on it as she waits to be called out onto the show. She checks her phone and her dad comes beside her)
Miley POV:
"So what are you going to tell them about the dating situation" my dad asks like the world depended on it.
"Dad, everyone knows who I'm with" I say. Maybe not so much 'with'.
"Yes." He says disappointed. "But not everyone knows that your, ye know."
"That I'm gay?" I say looking out onto the set.
"Yeah", he scratches his head. "Maybe you can sort of…" I look at him not wanted to even hear what he was possibly going to finish that statement with. He continues "…Tell'em you're still kind of into boys." I look away from him.
"Miles, ye know I love you. Just I want you…" he tries to retract.
"You just want my album to go platinum." I say coldly.
"Miley, don't ever…" he starts sadly. And right on cue.
"Let's bring out Miley Cyrus, the pop sensation and Nashville's own star, onto our stage."
(Miley puts on a smile, gets a very loud applause as she walks onto the stage, greets the hosts, and waves back to the crowd. They all take their seat on the stools in front of a screen showing Nashville's countryside.)
"So, Miley I hear someone's putting out a new album." Bob asks. This was officially going to take forever.
"That's me", I say, trying to not convey that I didn't want to be there at all. I kind of didn't want to be anywhere.
"Is it weird not being 'Hannah Montana' anymore?" Sheryl asks.
"I think it's more liberating. Ye know, getting to be myself." I smile out. They both nod like they're interested.
"So do you like being back in Nashville?" Bob inquires.
"I love it, it's actually perfect weather now…"
"What's your favorite thing to do, when you're not making platinum records?" Sheryl asks smiling weirdly cutting my answer off.
"I like to ride the horses we have at our house here. I love eating the good food my grandma makes. Seeing family I haven't seen in a while."
"How long are you here for?" she asks.
"Um, I think four more days. Yeah, four." They both look towards the camera, meaning a commercial break was coming.
"Well, we'll have more with the Nashville native, Miley Cyrus, after these messages." Bob gets in, the crowd claps, and I wave again to the audience.
Commercial break just consisted of the make up people coming out and touching up, some one handing me a water bottle. I just sort of observe them. They don't even talk to each other, Bob and Sheryl I mean, they just pretend to be in their own worlds, it's actually kind of sad. Being next to somebody all day and having no interest for who they were.
The make-up people scurry as the count down is given. All three of us look at the camera. 3, 2, 1.
"And we're back with Miley Cyrus, back in Tennessee, to record for her new album." He turns to face me. I look at him. "So, Miley, have you picked a name for the new album yet?" he asks.
"I haven't really gotten to that stage yet, but I think maybe a one or two word thing." I say lying but their fake smiles didn't waver.
"Maybe something like 'Who's Hannah?'" Bob jokes, Sheryl hits him slightly, we all share a very fake laugh. "Oh, Bob." Sheryl says returning with a question.
"So, Miley, do you have any Hollywood crushes?"
Does the girl I kind of broke up with count? Do I make everybody happy? Or do I make that one person who probably won't see this interview, who is probably is not thinking of me, who probably still loves me and wants to work this out? Oh, god what did I do?
"Um, I have to say a have a slight crush on…" I could tell everybody in the audience was waiting for my answer. "Brad Pitt" The crowd is still silent as Sheryl responds quite surprised herself. She wasn't the only one.
"Wow, Brad Pitt, he is a very attractive man." She says looking around to the audience than back to me.
"Yes he is." I say, not believing the words spewing from my mouth.
"So, your still with Lilly? For almost three years? Is that right?" Bob asks very serious. The audience surprisingly gets their 'aw' and 'good for her faces' on while I answer.
"Yeah, two years and ten months." I say smiling truthfully.
"That is a long time. Since you were…?" Bob asks openly.
"Twenty." I finish. Wow, has it really been three years.
"Now, I understand there's a little riff between your dad and her." Sheryl states. "Little?" I accidently say out loud. The audience laughs, like it's a joke.
"I mean any dad is going to always want the best for his daughter, and nobody's perfect, so there might be a slight riff, but nothing I don't believe him getting to know her more and getting to see why I love her won't fix." I say almost showing my sadness.
The audience makes an audible 'aw' and then applauses.
"Well we wish the best for you two and Good luck on the new album, we can't wait to have you back in Nashville again." Sheryl says politely
"Thank you for having me. It's good to be home." I say back. GET ME OUT OF HERE.
"Coming up next, Youtube replacing t.v.? And our favorite game 'Where in the U.S.? After this commercial break." Sheryl continues.
We get the signal. I shake hands with Bob and Sheryl before leaving the set. I get escorted to the car and we're off to the studio.
The next couple days felt like agonizing torture, as I would leave here, go there, sign this, smile, just realizing how much of a mistake everything was.
Let's take a break…What an idiot.
Lilly's POV:
(Lilly stands against a rail on a cat walk, above a gathering crowd in front of the stage. She wears a leather jacket over a red tee, with black jeans. Her hair hangs loosely in a pony tail falling over her left shoulder. Her sadness looks like loneliness and her eyes fall like weights to the ground.)
The last two nights had been a marathon of memories. My mind ran through the first time her smile warmed my heart, the first morning we woke up together, the first time we kissed, the first time we laid down making true love, entangling our souls for timeless passion. But I also had to walk through our first fight, meeting her dad, the long tours and nights, the first time I got kicked out, the last time I was happy. Everything had a con, but my heart was still in love.
Oliver offered me a night to get my mind off of things. Ally's group was playing at a local venue and they were head-lining. He didn't have to tell me verbally what his opinion was on the situation. I knew he thought I should be with someone else.
A thoughtless night of drinks and music lay before me.
Some one puts their hand on my shoulder startling me. I turn to view Oliver with shots in his hands.
"Cheers?" he asks lifting a smile.
"You know I drove my motorcycle here?" I ask back as he leans his back against the rail, like me.
"The motorcycle, Miley got you?" he counters innocently. "Take the shot." He says lifting the shot up in front of me.
I take it and hold it in my hand examining the contents, which was definitely something hard by its deep dark brown color. He puts his hand on my shoulder, taking his shot. The taste brings noticeable disgust to face. I do the same.
The opening act was a solo acoustic act. It sucked but Ally's band was actually very good. Her vocals were quite astounding and the way she worked the crowd was even more amazing. I had another beer but that was it, as I stood lonely watching the band play. I didn't move much from my location and I didn't socialize either. Watching Ally reminded me of Miley more than anything. So the night didn't exactly accomplish the main goal.
"Miley texted me today." He says looking towards me. I quickly raise my eyes to his.
"She said 'please don't hate me. I know Lilly will run to you for advice and you don't like me anymore, but I AM still in love with her.'" He says taking his eyes away from mine. "You wanted to know how I responded?" he says as he takes shots from a passing waitress and downing one, handing the other to me.
I didn't want to know. The last two times we had gone out with Oliver he had put Miley on the verge of tears. I hated him for that but the bottle made his feelings surface.
"I told her 'Just let go'" He says proudly turning his glare back to me. Swallowing my shot without a change of face. I don't say a word and turn around towards the stage, he does the same. "I'm just looking out for you." He says still looking for reaction.
"Looking out for me? You're telling some one I love to leave me?!?" I say looking at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, but Lil…" he says explaining.
"I can look out for myself." I say coldly. "I don't need some drunk." I say even colder, not looking him in the eyes.
"Oh, I'm a drunk?" he says like I was joking, then grits his teeth with a declining smile to show the true hurt of my words.
"I'm drunk enough to see you're not happy." He says turning around to leave.
"Why don't you get another drink, Oliver! Just like your dad." I say, knowing he might beat the shit out of me because I mentioned his father. He turns around violently, raising his fist, stopping in front of my face.
"You know what Lilly, when you were pushing your nose through pounds of coke, it amazed me how selfish you could be. How you could snort that shit and become friends with those people. People you watched die because of it. Hell, you even wound up in the hospital. I watched you fall apart at the seams once. It only took one time. And I promised myself one thing as I carried your lifeless body from your apartment to the hospital. One thing. That if you lived, I would NEVER let you EVER be that Lilly again…you don't want my help…I get that. I know I need help but I also know…" he says finishing in realization. My eyes draining with tears, his brimming.
"I also know that…I wasn't the one who saved you…I don't what to tell you and I don't know how to save you." He says defeated.
He rubs his eyes and walks away from me. Put in my place or somewhere near it. I wipe the snot and my tears from my eyes like an embarrassed child in public.
I walked out into the sticky night, reaching my bike, putting my helmet on my head, getting on my bike. I rev the engine and kick back the kick stand. Driving through the busy streets of L.A.
I walk into the dark apartment not bothering to turn the lights on. The phone rings, I look at the cable box clock that reads 1:37. I pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Lilly" a smile works across my face before I speak coldly.
"Why are you calling?"
"I'm sorry, I know, I just…I couldn't sleep." She says like she can feel my death stare.
"Isn't it like 3:30 in Nashville?" I ask normally.
"Yeah…"she says like she's happy I'm talking to her. I can't really force myself to get mad, I miss her.
"What'd you do today?" I ask, taking a seat on the couch.
"Ate food and went to the studio. Fun stuff." She says plainly like it was stuff she didn't enjoy. It makes me laugh because those are some of her favorite things to do. I can almost feel her smile through the phone as she explains seriously.
"Nothing is fun, when we're like this" I can feel my heart try to beat but Oliver's cuts were still laced on it.
"Is it stupid, how still like this, I would give anything just to see you." I say showing my loneliness.
"It's definitely not stupid, I want your arms to wrap around me." She says sadly.
What in this world
Keep us from tearing apart
"I thought you wanted a break." I say defensive, not trying to sound like an ass hole.
"I was…I was just…trying to hold on to you." She says knowing those aren't the right words.
"By pushing me further away?" I ask confused.
"I don't know, Lilly! I 'm stupid. I just want you, I just want us!" she states with her voice cracking. Silence.
"Me too." Escapes my mouth almost not audible. She hears me.
"What did ye do tonight?" she asks unsure.
"Saw Ally's band at Field." I say almost teary remembering what Oliver said.
No matter where I go I hear
The beating of your heart
"With Oliver I'm guessing?" she asks in the same voice.
"…Yeah."
"How's he doing?" she asks trying to be nice. She always was. It was something I found most attractive about her.
"Good." I lie, she can tell as she pushes me.
"What happened?"
"I called him a drunk like his dad. And…and he brought up my freshman year." I admit weakly.
I can feel her just remembering that year. A year I'd rather not bring to light. My dad's funeral, Miley going off on a world tour for Hannah the next day, Oliver leaving a month later, for his first movie. My mom moved without leaving a number or an address, my sister was studying abroad in Mexico. I felt abandoned, I was alone.
I think about you
When the night is cold and dark
So I did drugs, got fucked up, managed to pass my classes while pissing all the money my dad left me. Oliver came back but I ignored his calls. The next time he saw me he had to break into my apartment and drag me to the hospital for overdosing on that shit.
Miley was the first person I saw when I woke up. I didn't want anyone to see me, especially Miley. I could feel her heart sink and the pain gather as she looked at my barely recognizable frame. I remember her first words she said, "Lilly, don't leave me. I love you." like an angel, running her fingers through my hair. We started dating the next year. Her dad had thrown it in my face on several occasions and although I felt like I didn't deserve it, I took it.
Miley POV:
I was in denial whenever this was brought up. Lilly was one of the strongest people, one of the smartest, one of the most loving people I've ever met. When I would call from tour, she sounded fine, but I guess I was just hopeful. Then hearing her tell me everything she had did, how stupid and weak she was. It broke my heart, I was torn inside but had to be strong for her. I would call Oliver crying, but Oliver would cry, neither of us as strong. Lilly noticed this and just tried to rebuild her life herself. Sometimes she didn't need anyone, but we…I needed her.
No one can move me
The way that you do
"Sorry…" I say not knowing what to say. I couldn't believe she was still talking to me.
"Don't be."
"I'm still sorry, you don't deserve that."
"I'm gonna go to sleep." She says hurt.
"Okay…I love you." I say desperately just wishing for those words to return through this phone.
"I love you, too, goodnight." She says warmer.
"Night" she hangs up after the word leaves my mouth. I put the phone back and take a lay on top of the hotel suite bed. Lilly Truscott, I love you.
Nothing erases the feeling between me and you
-"I Drove All Night"- Cyndi Lauper
I know darkish, but I thought it would be better because no body lives a cookie cutter life.
Tell me what ye think.