A/N- Okay so I'm guessing you guys are wondering why it's named foreve? Well I'll get to it sooner or later :-) so yea and you know what I get trying to do county chorus, tutoring the 7th graders, 3 algebra classes and 3 science classed all in one day?? Writing a new chapter for my story =D hope you like it guys and girls. :-)

Disclaimer- Check the first chapter.

LAST TIME IN FOREVE?

"Lilly we need to talk," Miley said leading Lilly over to the couch.

Cue ooo's and ahh's.

LILLY'S POV

Oh no I think Miley's mad. But all I can see is the back of her head as I walk behind her so I can't tell that well. Hey that rhymed, tell well, tell well. Miley turns around and motions for me to sit on the couch.

"Lilly we really need to get your memory back," She says and I sigh out of relief. Oh so that's what she wants to talk about.

"That's it?" I ask. Uh oh bad question, I look into her eyes and I can see she has many emotions swimming around in her eyes, anger, sadness, concern, and love?

"No that's not just it Lilly, this serious, I-I don't like you not remembering everything, all the secrets I've told you, all the times you've tried to beat-up a guy that made me cry," She said her voice cracking. I don't what to do, I don't know how to comfort her, I just don't know.

I was debating what to do. So I scooted closer to Miley on the couch and gave her a hug, as I hugged Miley I remembered, I remembered all the times I got furious at the guys that hurt Miley's feelings, all the secrets, her being Hannah, all the times I've comforted her when she was sad. When her brother died, when her mother was in the hospital 'cause she had breast cancer. Everything. Even my love for her.

"Miley," I say she looks up at me.

"What Lilly I'm trying to think of ways to get your memory back," She says with tears running down her face.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I-I just got my memory back, i-it just came rushing back when I hugged you," I say and I'm stuttering too, great.

"That's great Lilly!" Miley said hugging me tighter then before.

"Yea, it is," I say absently.

"What's wrong Lil?" She asks concerned.

"Why'd you leave me when I told you about my dream?" I ask because I think that's pretty rude leaving me when I didn't know much and had a 13 year old mind. She looks nervous and she bites her lower lip, that's one of the things I like about her and I think it's hot with a capital sexy.

"I-I needed to th-think," She stutters and bites her lower lip once more and looks down. Why must she torture me in such a way? She doesn't even know it.

"Why Miley? Why?" I ask putting my hand under her chin and making her look up at me. She's crying.

"I-I just, I-I d-don't kn-know," She says adverting her eyes away from me.

"Miley please I need to know, just tell me I'm your best friend," I say and she looks at me and as I look into her eyes its not anger, sadness, concern, and love. But love and confusion.

"I don't know how to tell you this. But I-I love you Lilly," Wow she loves me? Me? Lilly Truscott? Am I asleep?

"I'm so sorry Lilly I-I n-never should've said anything," Miley said getting up from the couch.

"Wait!" I say getting my thoughts together. She turns around and has tears streaming down her face, and it's all my because of me.

"What?" Miley says her voice thick. I motion for her to come over to me, she timidly walks over to me.

"How long have you liked me?" I ask.

"Since 9th grade," She replies. "I know you don't want to be my roommate anymore."

"No, no I do," I said hugging her and rubbing small circles on her back. She cries into my shoulder. "Shush it's okay, I'm here. I feel the same way," she looks up at me her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

"Really?" Miley asks I nod and lean closer to her to kiss her forehead.

"Yes, Miles yes I do," I say. She leans in to kiss me. Unlike the kisses that I got from the very few boyfriends I've had, her kiss was soft and unhurried. I lick her bottom lip silently asking for entrance, she granted and I felt like I was in heaven. When air became a need I pulled away.

"Wow," Miley whispers. "So how long have you liked me?"

"Since I met you," I reply and lean in for another kiss.

A/N Okay this isn't the end of the story actually it's just beginning of the story. :) so I worked things out with my GF and it's all good. and we're keeping it gangsta white girl style. (;