A/n: Thanks again to my reviewers: br0wn3y3sgur1, iheartdisney128, and I'LLTAKEARIDEONTHEOLLIETROLLIE, for your support. Enjoy the story O and this chapter is in Miley's point of view.
Disclaimer/sigh/ No, I don't own Hannah Montana, get over it already
&&: Chapter Twelve :&&
These words are my own
'He really does love me, doesn't he?' I thought to myself as I chewed at my bottom lip, trying to figure out what I'm going to write in response.
'Why did I have to go and tell dad, if I didn't this would all be fine' I finally concluded as I read over the note once more.
'You ruined everything. You could have been with Oliver, and stayed Hannah. But no, you had to get all emotional and tell dad everything' my inner self snapped.
Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
And I was gonna lay it down for you
Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
(But it's not coming easily)
Whoah oh…
I couldn't just write a note, I needed to do something more…I took out a sheet of fresh paper and began to write my feelings out-A beat in my head as I hummed mentally.
Lilly flashed me a curious look before returning to the class work, knowing that I would tell her later.
I ran a hand through my hair as I continued to jot down my song, the words from my heart.
Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later
I wonder if he'll understand, if he'll ever know I'm writing this just for him. Of course he'll know…I mean if he really loved me, he'd be able to see that I'm trying to tell him that I too will love him no matter what-Just telling him in a different way than he told me.
These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…
I have decided I'd sing it at the Winter Formal, I smiled weakly as I began to think of the last minute put together dance that Lilly was planning. It will be perfect though, I'll ask Oliver to go with me. And I'll sing it in front of the whole school, the whole planet if I have to, just for him.
Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I'm having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
I know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn't find a killer hook
Now you've gone and raised the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough
He knows what I've told him, but I haven't told him it all. Just the little parts that needed to be said at the time, but now I'm willing to confess every feeling, every thought, that I've felt since the moment Lilly introduced me to him.
These words are own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you…
I'm going to miss him so much, and I hate knowing I won't see him again after this week. Even if we end up working through all of this, Tennessee is just too far, and we'll lose that closeness…And than where will we be in five years?
I'm getting off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperbole to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
Whoah…oh…oh…oh…Whoah…oh…
And Lilly, I'll miss her too. I hope we'll still be friends no matter what, I want to be able to be in the front row as they introduce her as the hottest skater ever known on some big national TV. show. I want to be able just to see them again after this week…But in reality…I know I won't.
Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later
The teacher looks up at the clock, as if counting down the seconds.
The bell rings over head, the high pitched bell ringing loudly, I cover my ears.
"Class dismissed," the teacher says as the students begin to pile out of the room.
These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I gather up my books, figuring I was the last one in the class-With the exception of the teacher-and turned to leave. Oliver was leaning against the wall, a Did-You-Read-It-look pastured onto his face.
That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,
I love you, is that okay?
I reply the only way that will tell him how I felt while I read it, and kissed his softly wanting this to last forever.