This chapter is a little bit sad i guess, i won't tell you why though, i've finished all the chapters, and i assure you, stop was the only chapter with lackson, just saying. Anywho enjoy
Over It
So, when Lilly and I woke up this morning, we laughed, we couldn't believe we feel asleep on top of the clothes. And when my dad came in, he shouted, he couldn't believe the mess we made, and then when Jackson came to see what was going on, he cried...from laughter. So of course we spent awhile fixing the closet. Then at 4:00 Lilly and I started getting me ready. First was the hair. We decided that I should take a shower, so that it would curl naturally, then just let it down. For my make-up we kept it natural, just a bit of blush, lip-gloss and mascara. Than I put on my outfit we picked yesterday, and added a pair of silver earrings.
I admired myself in the mirror, I didn't look "hot" said Lilly, she told me how I looked was better, she said, that I looked gorgeous. Don't get any wrong ideas, it's just a friend encouraging a friend. I gave her a hug and left, she said she'd be at my house waiting for me when I came back.
I arrived at the theater, and checked my watch, I was twenty minutes early, guess I was too excited.
Oliver's POV
I took one last look in the mirror, I had my nicest pair of jeans on, and a cool t-shirt, that my mom ironed for me. And I wore cologne, not too much, but enough. Mom wasn't home anymore though, she left for work. So I would have to walk there, I looked at my watch, twenty minutes, that's enough time.
I reached for the door, but someone else opened it before I could. Staring before my eyes was the girl I hoped was out of my life for good. The girl I broke up with, the girl who wanted me back. Becca Weller. She walked in, and closed the door behind her, I tried to stop her but she pushed me to the floor. As I struggled to get up, she pushed the couch in front on the door, knowing I was too weak to push it out. She grabbed me and pushed me to the couch. "You're not going any where Ollie baby."
Miley's POV
I sat on a stool inside the theater, I stared at my watch, thirty minutes, he was thirty minutes late, I'd been here 50 minutes. I leaned my head against the wall. I waited a while more. I stared back at my watch, 50 minutes late, 70 minutes waiting. I didn't have the tickets, he did. A while more, I stared back at my watch, 70 minutes, more than an hour late. I had been stood up. No, Oliver wouldn't, oh god, what if something happened to him on the way, and here I am waiting!
I stood up, and ran out the door. I began running as fast as I could to Oliver's, oh god let him be there. Then it began raining, but I didn't care, I needed him safe. I made it to the door step, I twisted the knob, but the door wouldn't budge…
Oliver's POV
I heard someone struggling to get in, shouting my name, it was Miley I know it. Becca knew it too. She had something up her sleeves. She pushed the couch out of the way, and jumped on the one I was sitting on, she quickly got on my lap, and against my will, kissed me, tongue and all. Then the door smashed open, and I saw Miley's face. Becca pulled away, and gave her a smirk. Neither Miley or I could move, she just stood there, her wet curls plastered to her face, her white dress soaking, her mascara running, she looked awful, but yet so beautiful. Staring at me, her mouth open, her eyes filled with sorrow and tears. She slammed the door, I called her name "Miley!" and with all my strength pushed Becca off.
Miley's POV
I ran faster than ever, my sandals came of, my bare feet now smacking against the puddles and cement, my wet hair flying into the night. I heard his footsteps behind me, my name being shouted from his lips, but I just kept running. Soon they died down, I lost him, he not much of a runner. I found my house, but didn't enter. I walked to the door, then turned my back to it, and slid down. I hugged my knees to my chest, and buried my face in the wet dress. I felt the tears coming down my face, slipping to the corners of my mouth, tasting the salt teardrops. I heard the thunder roaring, and the rain smacking against the roof shielding me. I faintly heard the cries of Oliver, but only faintly. But all I saw, was Oliver kissing her, the scene playing over and over in my head. I was over it though, I was over him, and his lies. Though here I was, crying my eyes out, for the boy I thought I loved, the boy I thought I trusted, the boy I thought would always be there, when it all falls apart, but really he was the one making it fall apart. The sad truth was, I wasn't over him, and I would never be over him.
Ok, so it's not that sad, maybe dissapointing if you were happy that they were finally going to be together, if that's what you thought, sorry, don't murder me or anything, because then i'll never be able to put up the next chappie, and ill also never be able to put up the next chappie if i don't get 5 reveiws, thank you. (And sorry if you thought someone was going to die because of what i said before the chapter started)