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 5!
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Never Lose Me
Chapter 5

I stared at my ceiling. The white color seemed to taunt me as my eyes came in and out of focus. My mind with crowded with nothingness. I really didn't know how to feel.

My phone was buzzing on my night stand. I reached over, flipped it open and closed, ending whatever call I was getting. I didn't bother checking the screen ID.

Miley had been calling me the past 2 days. I'm sure my voicemail had a few new messages, and she had nearly filled my text message inbox. Well, she had filled it with new text messages since all the old ones were from her anyway. None of my skater friends liked to text, except Oliver who's a text-a-holic. But he lost his phone privileges for a month because of something Rico duped him into doing. Oh man did his mom flip big time-

Another bout of buzzes brought me from my drifting thoughts.

I hit the end button, sending the call to voice mail and shut off my phone. I was far from being in the mood to talk.

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Her face looked so confused and at a loss. "I'm sorry," was all she could think to say. She refused to break our gaze until we both turned our attention to the skies. News copters? For real?

The mob pushed her on stage chanting "Let's Get Crazy". Eventually I heard the music start up. Hannah's alto voice filled the air. The loud bass shook the wooden planks of the pier. I kept on my way, dragging my helmet, eyes on the exit.

I dared a look back. Don't know why. But I did. She was looking right at me at the same instant. What could she possibly say to get me to stop?

"Lilly! Lilly we got cake!" Dear God, I needed to get out of there.

"Oh oh. Hold up, wait! Birthday girl, uh I have a few questions for you. Is it true that hannah is really 43 years old, does she lipsync, that she grew up in Nashville?"

Oh just get out of my way dammit. "More like a cornfield in someplace called Crowley Corners.."

"Really? How do you spell 'Crowley'?" Seriously, I am so not in the mood for you right now, bub.

I turned around and my eyes did not meet his. Hannah was still on stage, trying to make it all right, and failing miserably. The pain in my gut grew more intense and nothing was going to hide the emotion evident in my voice. "..Just like it sounds.."

"Lilly..!" was the last audible thing I heard Hannah call out as I exited the party for good.

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And since then Miley has just kept trying to apologize, make it up in some form. She would try anything. She'd try to bribe me with clothes or perfume or anything exotic. I ask for it, and using her fame and power, she would get it at my bidding. But she just can't get it through her fake, blonde-haired skull.

'You'll never ever ever.. make it up to me.'

And how could she? My best friend, in the entirety of forever, completely humiliated me. At my own birthday party! She disregarded everything I had asked. No trivial, material object could fix that damage.

She blew me off for Hannah stinkin' Montana. She's done it in the past so this was not even the first time.

No.

It was the last straw.

Sure it seemed low to just shut her out, ignore her like I was. But I just did not know how to deal with it all. She really really hurt me. I loved her more than anything; way more than normal best friends do, though sometimes I wish I didn't. I trusted her with my life. She always came first for me.. and I thought it was the same for her. But boy was I wrong.

Jeeze... I never knew it was possible to feel so betrayed. It's like getting stabbed in the back; getting stabbed in the heart..

I let out a sigh, hearing my breath hitch a little. My nose felt a little stuffy too. Damn. When did I start crying?

There was a knock on my door. I blinked my eyes as quickly as possible and shouted "go away!". Having a gut feeling that person was coming in regardless of my order, I grabbed my pillow and smothered my face under it.

As predicted the door opened and I heard footsteps walk across the room to my bed.

The specific way the shoes squeaked while walking on the floor boards alerted me to the identity of my guest. When the bed depressed near my feet, I pulled my pillow away. "Oliver.." I sniffled slightly while sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest.

He tilted his head, letting his brown hair fall away from his eyes. His look was that of sympathy and devoted care. "Come on Lilly. You've been in here for two days.." His voice was soft, getting me to look him in the eyes. He brought his lips up into a brighter smile. "It's the start of summer! And I'm missing my surfing buddyyy~~" he hinted playfully while wiggling his eyebrows.

I bit my lip but ended up sputtering out a weak laugh. He knew how to make me feel better. He always did. He's been my best guy friend for basically 12 years. We had even tried dating, but learned we were meant to be just friends. I'm cool with it.

"I'll be out there soon enough," I said in a soft voice, loosening my grip on my knees. "I'm just not feeling up to it.."

Oliver breathed out his nose in minor frustration. "Lilly, you need to work things out with Miley already."

"I can't just 'work things out' Ollie, can't you see that? She totally broke my trust!"

He gave me this look. "But you guys have fought before, usually over one of you breaking a promise. It's not a big deal.." He understood why I was so annoyed, but at the same time, he was a guy. He didn't understand why this affected girls so much. And he especially didn't know what upset me the most...

"Well I was hoping you two would make up before she left for New York tomorrow."

My eyes widened. "Huh?" I watched as his chocolate eyes looked confused.

"She didn't tell you?"

"No she didn't tell me, you Doughnut! We haven't been talking!" I felt bad that I nearly screamed at him. "Sorry.."

He blinked. "It's alright, but she told me a few days ago. I figured she would have.."

My eyes were wider than before. Miley didn't tell me this? Was she going to? Wait, did she trust Oliver more than me? Aren't I her best friend? Why didn't she tell me?! Am I just a gag to her? She really doesn't give a damn about me does she... No. Oliver has to be lying. He's totally messing with me.

"Oh hah hah, Oliver. You almost had me believing you."

His eyes opened in surprise. "Uh Lilly what are you ta-"

"Out." I pointed at the door as he continued to break my denial. "Out," I commanded again. With a defeated posture, he slowly slunk to the door. I bit my inner cheek before he stepped into the hall. "Hey, I'll meet you at the beach in 2 hours."

After a hesitant moment, he smiled, making me do the same. He nodded and was gone.

I laid back down. I stared at my silent phone, its black screen reflecting some of the sun's light. Oliver was kidding. He had to be. Ugh! Dammit Miley, why do you have to confuse me all the time!

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I eventually went surfing with Oliver, barely getting the whole Birthday ordeal off of my mind. It was the next day when I found myself finally able to suck it up and see Miley.

As I walked to the Stewart household I had my cell phone pressed to my ear. 17 new voice messages. I'm glad I only had 2 previously saved messages on there.

Most of the messages sounded redundant.

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'Lilly I'm so sorry about today. Please pick up. Ugh. I'm calling again.'

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'Lilly please, I want to make it up. Call me back when you get this! Please!'

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'It's all my fault I know. I just need a chance. Can I come over? I'll wait til you respond because I don't wanna make this worse or anything and whatever and I can't apologize enough. Please give me a chance...'

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'Call. Me. Now. Dang. Flabbit!!'

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As I walked along the sidewalk, I kept hitting the erase button after each message.

Her voice seemed to get more and more desperate with each message. As I listened I felt this guilty knot growing in my stomach. I didn't know I was hurting her this bad. Wait. No, how can she be making me feel guilty about all of this?

Oh Miles. I wish you knew what you did to me.

I rounded the corner and was one house away from her's. As the familiar white siding came into view, my lips unconsciously began to curve into a small smile. Another message played.

'Lily, please pick up... I'm here. I need to see you. Please come over soon?..... tell you..?.... A shoe figh-' It cut off when Robbie Ray started to talk in the background. He sounded angry and she sounded in trouble too. I felt like it was time to go cheer her up.

Yeap. I decided it was time to forgive her. It was killing me being apart from her, and apparently she felt it too.

I stepped into her driveway, all the while my smile growing bigger. Then I saw no cars were there..

No way.

They're gone. No No No...

There was a beep as my last new voicemail played.

'Alright I know this is last minute but I completely forgot but I'm flying out to New York for Hannah to appear on the red carpet. I'll be home in like 3 days. And then I swear we'll work this out. I'm so sorry.'

The message ended. My expression was not that of anger, shock nor of anguish. It was just as I felt. Completely blank.

Oliver was right after all. Miley forgot to tell me. And when she remembered, Hannah was once again put first. Again...

My spirit crashed and my gut tightened. My lip quivered for a split second and I tried to control it. Eventually I gave up. She really must not care.

A lone tear started to trickle down my cheek as I walked up her porch and plopped into her padded wicker chair. Distantly I wished with all my might that she would appear to comfort me. Just as she did 2 years ago when my heart had been broken by some boy. It's so weird that it was now she who had put me in this spot, but my mind still kept praying she would appear.

This was me hanging on to my last thread of hope.

The hours passed. It was dusk, and still Miley was a no show. That's when reality finally sunk in. I had to accept all the things I had been trying to deny, but in the end it was inevitable.

With weak knees, I stiffly rose from the chair, preparing for the arduous trek home. A hurt frown tugged at my lips as my anger and pain surfaced. My drying eyes let one final tear escape.

If she didn't care, or want me, then fine. She's made it crystal clear.

She's lost me forever.

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A.N.: The last line I am positive had to "have been said" since Miley brings it up later in the movie. teehee best scene ever :)
And I know, timeline wise, Lilly and Oliver date after the movie's time frame. But ya know? No. This is a Liley story with just underlying Loliver traces :D