It's hard to believe that four long years of college has passed by. Four long years since I have seen Miley Stewart, or Ms. Stewart whatever I should call her. I never imagined that my life would end like it is now. I went into Amherst wanting to be a nurse, but realized that I just couldn't. So I went to the only thing I was good at, history. So here I am graduating, all my years of schooling now over.

As I take my diploma from my professor I give a small smile, I should be happy I worked so hard to get here. This diploma shows so much and means so much. I just don't understand why it doesn't mean much to me. After the ceremony was over I said goodbye to a few friends then went over to see my mom, Jackson, and my boyfriend John. I just wish Jake could be here.

"Baby you were great!" My boyfriend said giving me a kiss on the lips. He was a year older than me, 24 to be exact, I was 23 now. I had met him in Boston, he wanted to move back to Malibu with me but little did he know, I was planning on breaking up with him tonight.

"Honey I'm so proud of you!" My mom said embracing me tightly. She had flown all the way out to see me graduate and help me pack. I decided to look for a teaching job in Malibu or somewhere near it. My mother was going to let me live with her until I got everything going.

"Conrad's Lilly, Jake would be proud of you." Jackson said, having a little trouble with saying the last part. I gave a small smile and hugged him. I could see the pain in his eyes. Jake was murdered two years ago. He was found in a ditch off of the highway. The police told us he was a hit and run. But we knew Jake was murdered for being gay. He had been receiving threats a couple of months before his death. Jake and Jackson both had been attending Boston College. Jackson had been affected probably the worst after Jake died. He refuses to see anyone else, and had a lot of trouble sleeping and eating for months.

Jake's murder just sunk me into a deep state of depression. I started taking medication after he was murdered. I refuse to tell anybody. I haven't been truly happy for years. I miss laughing and smiling. I find myself faking everything I do lately. I'm not sure what is even keeping me from killing myself. I don't know why I held a three year relationship with John. Jackson and I had grown very close over the past two years. He was also moving back to Malibu. He offered me to move in with him but I decided I should spend some time with my mother. We haven't spent a lot of time with each other because I was so far away. I went back to Malibu for holidays and Jake's funeral.

"Well honey I'm going back to your dorm with Jackson to get things ready for tonight. This is your time to tell him." My mother whispered in my ear. She pointed at John who was now talking to Jackson. I nodded and watched Jackson and my mother walk towards my dorm.

"So baby I was thinking we could stay here for a few more weeks then move back to Malibu. If we stay here about two more weeks that'd leave plenty of time to find a place to stay." John said, putting his arm around me as we walked.

"John, we need to talk. I don't think this is going to work out." I said slowly thinking over what I should say. At this I felt his arm fly off my shoulder.

"What do you mean this won't work?" He said sounding hurt. "Lilly, I was going to ask for you to marry as soon as we got back to Malibu. I love you."

I frowned. I didn't want to hurt him, but I could never love him like he loves me. I felt like I used him, I felt like an asshole. This is what Miley pretty much did to me, only John and me were together for longer. He was a great guy, but I couldn't fake this anymore.

"John, I'm so sorry. I really am, it's just I don't love you how you love me. Trust me you're going to find someone better, someone who loves you. We just aren't meant to be." I said truthfully.

"It's fine. I don't want you to be forced into anything you don't want. Goodbye Lillian." He said giving me one last kiss. I watched him walk away, feeling horrible. I knew this was the right choice even though I felt horrible.

I hate plane rides, I'm not too fond of being so high in the sky. Even though I took the plane many times back and forth I was hoping this would be the last trip for me. I worked on getting my resume down because I had an interview an hour after we landed. There was a job opening at my old high school. I was nervous to go, could Miley be working there? Chances are she wouldn't she's probably married and moved far away. I hoped she did, it would hurt too much to see her again. And imagine how awkward that would be.

"Lilly, it's time to go." My mother said tapping my shoulder.

"Alright." I said gathering my paper work up. After retrieving our luggage we then went to look for my mom's car in the parking lot. My car would be here in a day or so. I watched my mom press the alarm button a couple of times in different directions looking for her car. Finally it went off and we made our way to her car.

"Are you sure you have everything?" My mom asked as we neared the high school.

"Yeah mom I'm sure." I said picking up the bag which held the things I needed in it.

"If you don't get this job there are many other schools out there looking for a history teacher." My mom said pulling her car up to the front of the school.

"Mom I know, thanks love you bye." I said leaving the car and shutting the door behind me.

I walked into the school and went to the front desk. A woman was sitting there staring at a computer screen. She turned around noticing I was standing there. "How may I help you?"

"I'm Lillian Truscott, I'm here for a job interview." I said calmly.

"Oh of course, right this way." She said standing up leading me down the hallway. "Just wait here."

I took a seat on a chair outside an office. I heard a door open and watched someone come out of it looking nervous. "Next" I heard a voice say. I got up quickly and went inside the office. My jaw dropped, it was Miley, Miley Stewart.

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