Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING DISNEY RELATED INCLUDING ALL THINGS HANNAH MONTANA
WARNING: DO not read unless you do not mind Movie Spoilers. This follows the plot of the movie and quotes specific dialogue and scenes.
A.N.: Chappie 4!
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Never Lose Me
Chapter 4
Ugh where is she? People are arriving!
I leaned against the wooden banister overlooking the ocean. With a weary sigh I pressed "Send" for the 11th time to send another text message to my so called promise-keeping-best-friend.
She promised me she would be here. She promised me she was going to help me set up. I've been getting everything ready since 3 o'clock. And during that hour and a half I kept thinking she was going to eventually show up with tons of balloons, like she promised. But soon enough 5 o'clock came around and still no Miley.
Oliver, the absolute bestest guy friend a girl can have, rushed out for the balloons. When he brought them back, he had so many in his hands I could swear his feet we're being pulled off the ground. Oh Oliver. My favorite doughnut. At the moment he was tying the last one to a table.
Perfect timing too. The pier was filling up like crazy!
Jenny, Scott, Paul and Rick came skating in wishing me a happy birthday. I thanked them and then looked back to my cellphone. This was so backwards. My skate park friends were here before my best friend.
I took a seat at a picnic table and, again, hit my speed dial to call Miley. What were the chances I would get an answer this time?
Bringg... Bringg... Bringg... Bringg...
I rolled my eyes just before the phone reached voicemail again. Fine. Why even bother? With an annoyed sigh I pulled the phone away and hung up.
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The place was packed like crazy. School wide invites bring quite a crowd! The kids screaming on the roller coaster were amusing background noise, even over the band. I had managed to dance with a few people, but I could not shake Miley from my mind. Not that I usually can, but this was a much different circumstance.
I excused myself from my dance group and began to maneuver my way through everyone. I pulled my cellphone out again. No new messages or missed calls. I sighed and hit my speed dial. Trying to keep in casual I kept smiling with everyone, but I was silently praying that Miley would hear that obnoxious Hamster Dance ringtone somewh-
"Hey, Lilly! What's up?"
Oh my gosh she actually answered. And with that coy voice... She forgot. No doubt about it. "Miley, we've talked about this party since we were like 12. Wher– Hi how are you?– Where are you?" My voice grew harsher and hushed, hoping no one would see the birthday girl growling into her phone.
"I'm almost there," she answered as if it were a common statement.
Again I rolled my eyes and closed my phone before she could speak again. She was getting on my nerves. I should have known she would forget. That's all she's been doing lately. I put my head in my palms in aggravation.
There was a hand on my back and I was asked if I was okay. Slowly I sat up, keeping my eyes downcast.
"I'm fine Oliver," I said pretty unconvincingly.
"Pssh. Like I'll believe that." My male brunette friend sat beside me and pulled me into a half hug. "Don't worry. She'll be here, Lils." He was trying to comfort me in his weird sensitive way (I blame his mom's magazines), and I accepted the consolation.
"I know. She's on her way.." My voice was dripping with a sad undertone. He gave me that typical 'Oliver curious look'. "She forgot, Oliver. I was so freaking stupid to think she would actually care enough to remember." The words weren't really meant to sound so harsh, but they were.
He rubbed my shoulder gently. "It's not like Miley to miss something so important to a friend." I looked at him as he grew thoughtful, probably remembering the time she was too preoccupied with a movie role than to attend his band try out. "At least on purpose."
In some odd way, it did make me feel a little better. "Thanks, Ollie," I said hugging him back quickly.
He grinned and hopped up. "Now come on. Scott wanted me to get you geared up. We didn't rent out the halfpipe for nothing!"
Hah. He has a good point. "Kay. Let's go."
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This halfpipe was amazing! Truly awesome. I can't believe Mom was able to rent it for me. My friends definitely loved it which was totally worth it.
Rick and Scott were tearin' it up as I placed the tail of my board on the edge. The two boys skated up and landed square on their feet beside me. They high-fived .
"So, let's see whatcha got B-day Girl!"
I grinned at them. "Watch n' learn boys!" With that I stepped off on my right foot and dipped down into my very own halfpipe. Just getting to skate the pipe alone felt great.
I knew everyone had their eyes on me, but I didn't do a trick until my second round trip with more momentum.
Then when I went up, I tucked the board underneath me and stuck out my leg, striking a pose in midair momentarily before curling back onto my board. I heard some 'whoops' and cheers as I rode up the other side and tail grinded the edge.
The adrenaline I was feeling was such a rush. Usually the only time I have this many people looking at me is at a skate competition. But those are strangers. Everyone here actually knows me! It's a strange sensation being the center of attention, but for once, I really like it.
"Alright Lilly!" "That's amazing!" "Go T-Cott!" "16 is treatin' you well, girl!"
The smile spreading across my face was hurting my cheeks, but you couldn't pay me enough to stop!
Finally doing one more trick, I rode back up one side of the ramp and, of course, lost my footing (I'm a Truscott. We can't sing, nor can we balance). Thank goodness someone was there to catch me! I smiled, catching my breath. "That's what I call a Lil-" I saw who was holding me. He was super cute. Dark brown hair and dark blue eyes... What, I can appreciate when people are hot. I am a teenage girl. "W-wow.." I zoned out for a second. I sure do love blue eyes...
For some reason the calls and screams of my party suddenly got louder and I watched as the cute boy looked over his shoulder. His eyes got huge and quickly filled with excitement. What was he-
"Is that Hannah Montana?!"
His arms let go of me and my eyes went wide. I screamed in fear and surprise as I rolled back down the ramp. The fall was completely ungraceful and my arm burned a little from sliding across the flooring. What the Hell just happened? I looked to the boy who dropped me but he simply ran away, obviously forgetting about me.
My ears stopped ringing and I was able to push myself up. Only then was I able to piece the story together; Miley not being there, the increase in cheers, Hannah Montana...
Oh no.
My brows furrowed as I stood, telling myself over and over and over that this was not happening. No. No. It wasn't happening. It couldn't happen. I brushed my hair out of my face, clearing my vision. The sight made me feel sick.
There was Miley, rather Hannah, being lifted up by the crowd and moved towards the stage. She was looking all around them, I figured, looking for me. Finally I could tell she saw me as she tried to divert everyone's attention back to me.
Why should she bother? She knows no one would give a damn about Lilly Truscott if Hannah Montana is around.
I approached her slowly, trying to push my way through the mob. I wasn't heading for her. I was trying to leave.
"Happy Birthday Lilly!" she called above everyone. "Happy birthday!" Our eyes were finally near enough to lock on. I knew she could read the betrayal in my eyes just as easily as I could read the pleading, guilty look in hers. "I'm sorry, I had no choice! I'll make it up to you. I promise!"
Promise? She promises? How many promises does she think I can take after she breaks them, one after the other? I can't bother with anymore of her lies. I'm done!
I stepped around some girls as I made my way through the mass. My eyes never left Miley. I made sure I was close enough so she heard my voice, my every word. She had to hear I was not okay with this, that she had finally done it. I tried with all my might to lace my words with all the venom I could muster...
"You will never ever ever.. make it up to me.."
..too bad all I could hear through my cracking voice was my shattering heart. And I think that's all she could hear too.
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A.N.: Sorry for the long wait. I started this story over Spring Break so I had much more time to type then, but no worries. the other chapters are well layed out and set.
Next chapter recaps this one (since we know there was a little more to this scene than just this. I just wanted to cut it off here). Did some calculations and I think this is going on an 8ish chapter story now? maybe?