Oliver POV

I sat on one of the bar stools at the counter of Rico's waiting for Lilly. She told me to meet her here at 3:00, but I came a few minutes early. I flipped my cell phone open, and I glanced at the time. 2:58 P.M. glistened on the screen, so it was just moments away from our talk. I'm really anxious right now, because Lilly doesn't usually have talks like this unless it's big. I saw her coming around the corner, looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a light blue shirt with buttons in the middle, and dark rolled up jeans. Her hair was braided to one side, just loosely hanging on her shoulder. She came and sat on the bar stool next to me, and she smiled.

"Hey Ollie." She quipped, and her eyes sparkled.

"Hey Lill-ay!" I joked, but she wasn't laughing, making my smile drop. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Miley. We haven't really made up yet, and I think she's really mad about...us."

"I can see where she's coming from though, but she has to know this is our decision to be together." I smoothly said, and squeezed Lilly's hand.

"I know she does. Miley is my best friend, and I hate when we fight. I also hate seeing her like this."

"I wish Miley would just accept us as a couple already." I stated, but felt kind of guilty afterwords.

"I do too, but we know that's not going to happen. Miley is our best friend, and I think we all have to make sacrifices for our friends." She softly said. I could tell what she was implying, and I started to get really nervous.

"Are you say that we should..." I started, but I was too anxious to finish the sentence.

"Yes, it think we should break up, for Miley's sake. I rather give up something I love for a friend, than be selfish and not realize that I'm hurting someone."

"You're hurting me right now." I said as my lips quivered.

"I know, and it's hurting me too, but it's for the best. Maybe we can try this again when Miley gets used to the idea better." She todl me, as if she was ripping out my heart.

"I guess so..." I mumbled.

"Great." She said, and gave the smallest of smiles. "Bye Oliver."

"Bbbbye Lilly." I stuttered. She walked off and around the corner to her house, but I just stayed there. I finally hit me that I just lost the love of my life.

Lilly POV

As I was walking to my house, I felt teardrops swim across my face. The tears felt like they were burning my eyes, and I took my hand and swept them away. I got to my house, and I got my keys out and opened the door. I saw Erica at the kitchen counter reading a magazine, but I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Hey Lilly!" Erica greeted me, but I ignored her and walked upstairs. I marched up the staircase to my room, and plopped on my bed, face down. I was crying so hard into my pillow, that I had to lift my head and gasp for air. As my sobs continued, I heard my door creak open, knowing it was Erica.

"Did you and Miley get in another fight again?" She questioned, and rubbed my back in sympathy.

"No, I broke up with...Oliver." I sniffled, and I felt my eyes watering again.

"What? You loved him Lilly! And he loved you too!" She mouthed, and gave me a little hug.

"I want to be friends with Miley again, even if it means dumping my true love." I said I my voice cracked, and I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall.

"Lilly, no friend is worth that. You need to talk to Miley, and make it soon." She whispered to me in a shrill kind of way, which made me cry even harder.

"I know, I know." I choked out, and landed on my tear-stained pillow again.

"You should take a nap, that always helps me when I'm sad." Erica added, making me feel a little better.

"I am kind of tired, so I think I will," I told her, and she started to leave. Right before she closed the door, I realized I needed to tell her something.

"Erica?" I asked her, and she turned around to look at me.

"What is it Lilly?" She asked me back, looking worried.

"Thanks." I said, then smiled. She grinned too, knowing exactly what I was thanking her for.

"You're welcome." She responded, and turned off the lights, and left. Right after that, I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of the television downstairs. "Ugh," I sighed, because the tiniest of noice can wake me up, because I am practically the lightest sleeper in the world. I looked at my alarm clock, and it read 5:41 P.M. in big read writing. For being a light sleeper, a 2 hour nap is long. I got out of my bed, and my eyes landed on my Hannah Montana poster. Miley need to be at her concert by 7:00, so if I were to talk to her, it would be now. I put on my tennis shoes, tied them, and grabbed my skateboard. As I was walking out the door, Erica stopped me.

"Where are you going?" She asked me, curiously.

"Somewhere I should of gone a while go." I said, not caring if she figured it out or not. I shut the door, and skateboard my way to Miley's house.

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As I stopped skateboarding and walked up the front porch, I could see Miley out the window, in a glittery orange halter top, a jean jacket with the Hannah Montana logo on the right pocket, and a pair of white Corduroy jeans, but she didn't have her wig on yet. I rang the doorbell, and Robby Ray answered it.

"Hello Lilly! Why aren't you in your Lola costume?" He asked me, remembering that I go to all of her concerts.

"I'm not going tonight, I'm busy. I have to tell Miley something really fast though." I told him.

"Okay, but make it quick. You know how long she takes to get ready!" He warned me. I walked into the house, and up the staircase. I walked into Miley's room, and then into the Hannah Montana closet. When I entered, she was putting on a pair of orange stilettos.

"Kick off your stilettos." I told her, and she turned to me, surprised I was in her closet. "They make you look too tall." I finished.

"Thanks." She said in a warm tone, and started to take off her shoes. She then put on a pair of sparkly orange flats, and looked at me again. "Did you just come here to tell me what shoes to wear?" She asked me.

"No, I came to tell you tha I know I should of told you about Oliver and I. I felt so guilty about it that I...broke up with him. Don't feel bad, because friendships are all about sacrifies. Yours was the Hannah secret, and this is mine." I couragously said, but she didn't respond.

"I got to go. Bye Miley." I told her in a dissapointed way, and left her closet, her room, and her house, knowing it was all up to Miley whether we would be friends again.

A/n: Aww, they broke up! Don't be disappointed though, because you never know what happens in the last chapter of a story. AND YES, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm going to the Hannah Montana Best of Both Worlds concert on Monday. I'm so excited for it. Please keep up with the reviews!

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