So it was settled. The funeral was arranged and everyone said things on Miley's life. Lilly just about wrote a novel:
"She was my best friend, Miley Ray Stewart. She always told me everything. We were going to grow up, live in a house together, and she was going to marry my friend Oliver and I her brother Jackson. But we had silly fights that got in the way: she got mad because I chose our friend Sarah in gym, she wanted to bring Oliver and I to a tennis tournament and I thought she'd choose Oliver, and so on. We were actually in a fight before she died. She borrowed a watch from me that said, "You're a true friend," like her alter ego Hannah Montana's song. She wanted to bring it with her to where she was going and I said no, but then she wanted to bring it so bad she said she lost it. Then I got mad and said, "Fine, have fun without me and forget your stupid watch!" It was a gift from her for my fifteenth birthday. Then the crash happened and before she boarded I said, "I hate you! You're not my friend anymore!" That's all I can say without crying."
Jackson was touched. "Lilly," He whispered when she sat down again, without moving his lips. "I know why she wanted to take it so bad. I'll tell you later."
It was Jackson's turn and he said, "Miley was my sister, and I felt obliged to help her when our mother passed away. I didn't want to lose Miley too, but I see that's too late. When she wrote her song I Miss You, to our mother, I was scared that Miley would be with our mother and I loved her, so Miley, if you can hear me, remember our brother-sister fights, I wish I could take back all the things I said. Thank you."
They left and Lilly said, "I look hideous in black!" She started to cry into Jackson's shoulder. Uh oh, thought Jackson (I didn't know he could, either! But it IS a fanFICTION – keyword: fiction, yup, I went there), Mood swings, signs of being in her situation. "Lilly, I think you look good in anything." Mood swing number two: "I hate you! You're just saying that!"
"Lilly, please listen to me."
Lilly's POV
Should I listen to him? Oh yeah, he's trying to keep me from being caught. "I guess I do like this dress."