I didn't forget about this.

"Mind if I turn the radio on?"

"It's your car." Miley shrugged. I turned up the volume and wasn't surprised to hear what was being reported. Damn it, after the first week, you'd think they'd get over something that wasn't any of their business.

"The disappearance of Hannah Montana after her huge fall from grace into the gutter still has fans worried. I'm surprised she still even has fans after-" The channel was changed and soft music filled my car. I glanced at Miley to see her dark facials as she sat back in her seat.

"It's got you bothered too, huh? You know, I don't get why they're being so harsh on the girl. I mean, yeah she got herself into some bad stuff, but she's still got her heart in the right place. I'm disappointed in her, but I really think she's learnt from her mistakes by now. I bet she's just going to lay low for a bit and then have this huge comeback," I ranted.

"I doubt it. All the parents are making their kids stop listening to her because she's apparently now a bad role model, so there would be no point for her to come back. Hannah is gone," Miley growled, shocking me with her despising tone. She mustn't like Hannah.

"That's fair enough, but I still like her. Her music never changed, it always stayed positive and encouraging. I know her songs are meant for kids, but... I guess her voice just hits home." Miley didn't say anything, so I kept my mouth shut about the Hannah topic. I didn't want to tick Miley off anymore, knowing she wasn't happy since she was wearing a glare that almost cracked my windshield.

We had nearly reached the exit and I was actually getting sad. I never got the chance to really get to know Miley. I was too nervous to investigate what went on inside of her head and the vibe she sent off seemed to demand respect for her privacy. So I did what she silently asked and kept my distance, but I itched to find out things about her. I still wanted to know her reasons for going to another state and such, but I also wanted to know the little things, like what she did for a job and what she did in her spare time.

All of these, however, were lost wants as the big green exit sign appeared a few miles ahead. I stopped the car before the turn off and faced Miley. She was smiling at me. Though her lips may have said thank you, her eyes said something else. The message was blurred, but I knew she was unhappy with this departure. I was as well.

Miley didn't waste time though. "Thanks for everything, Lilly. You have a kind heart." And with that, Miley got out of the car, and my life, and walked away.

I dug through my pockets in one last hopeless attempt, feeling nothing but some loose change under my finger tips again. Where the hell was my wallet and cell phone? I climbed into the back seat of my car and reached under the front seat. I came up empty handed and then crawled across to the passenger seat to search under that one, but I found something else instead. Miley's clothes had dropped onto the floor of my car and I knew where my wallet and phone were in an instant. In my jacket. The one which I had forgotten to get back from Miley.

I cursed and jetted out of my car and into my house, running through the living room to the kitchen. I snatched up the house phone and dialled my cell's number. I tapped the counter as it rung with no answer after seven rings. Soon the automatic message that played when my phone was off filled my ears and I almost threw the object in my hand across the room. I dropped it instead and ran outside, closing my door with a slam as I bolted to my car. I could only pray that Miley hadn't been picked up in the hour it took me to realise my cell and wallet were missing.

I knew it was stupid to think she'd still be there, but I had no other choice. Calling the police would be pointless. What would I say? "A girl that was hitchhiking to Malibu has my wallet and phone, but I don't know where she lives and my phone is off." Yeah, that would so get me somewhere. Speaking of police, I just passed ones car. Shit, I hoped they didn't feel the urge to breath test me or pull me over for speeding. Was I speeding? I glanced down at the speedometer and sighed. My desperation didn't make me stupid enough to break the speed limit, thank God.

I reached the exit without being pulled over, but there was no sight of Miley. I drove down the highway I had dropped her off at for about forty five minutes, scanning the cars I passed by, hoping I would see her in one. But I didn't. The almost hour of doing this proved useless and I had to keep driving until I reached an intersection that turned off into the opposite direction of where I was currently going so I could drive back home. What else could I do?

It started to rain again and I sat in my car, in my driveway, head resting dejectedly on the steering wheel. All my credit cards, my licence, my contacts, all of it was in the pocket of a girl on her way to California. I could still charge money to my card over the phone or online, but that would only get me so far. Crap, I have the feeling that I'm going to have to actually chase after her and get everything back.

I gave my head a good whack against the cold wheel and then dragged myself out of my car, rushing over to the wooden porch of my house. But then I froze. My hopes of remaining relatively dry faded as I stood in the pouring rain, staring at what slumped next to my front door. I knew who it was, I just couldn't believe it. The clothes she wore were soaked into a darker shade of what they once were, my clothes. Her raised legs hid her face as she hugged her knees tightly to her shivering form. I could easily see the quakes from here.

Her image burned through my eyes and into my mind, finally getting it to understand that Miley was really at my house, cold and probably sick. I hurried over to her and bent down into the puddle around her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up and she looked at me. Under the dimness of my porch light, her eyes managed to glitter. Her face had droplets of waters coating it and it almost looked like they had slithered into her irises and made themselves at home there. Stunning.

"L-Lilly," she chattered, unfolding herself and lowering a hand into her pocket. Miley then presented me with my phone and leather wallet, both seeming to me only a little wet. "I-I tried t-to k-keep them d-dry," she went on, her shakes more violent now. I shushed her and took my things from her hand and I helped her to her feet. She leant into my side tiredly and I opened my door, pulling her inside.

Here we go.