Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or anything you recognize in this story.

A/N: I usually write out chapters before I type them up, but for some reason I've just been sitting at my computer and typing whatever comes out. I hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

CHAPTER 2

It's been a week since I fled from the table at Rico's. All week I've been avoiding being anywhere near the two of them when they're together. I know I'm hurting her, but I'm hurting too, and seeing her with him will just hurt me even more. I don't want to sit around while my 'girlfriend' is snuggling next to another person, let alone my best friend. I don't even know if she's my girlfriend girlfriend or not, cuz last week she said she couldn't wait until it was officially us, so that means we aren't official right?

See! I'm no where near her, yet I'm still confused and hurt when I think of her. All of this is bullshit to me. I feel like I shouldn't have to fight someone for her love, yet I'm doing it whether or not I believe I shouldn't. It's crazy, cuz she's the first girl I'm actually trying to fight for.

I've had experience with all kinds of girls, not that I'm trying to sound slutty or what not, but I have. From the hottest to the not so hot, i've had them all, but something about Joannie just pulls me towards her. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I don't care. I've got to have her, a piece of her everyday or else i'll die in pain.

Of course no one knows this, not even Miley, and I'm trying to keep it that way. Speaking of Miley, I've been noticing her in a new light. She's grown up beautifully from a little girl into a fully blossomed young lady. Everything about her is radiant and I've found myself drawn to her more each day.

I'm so deep in thought I don't even notice it when three people take a seat at the table I'm sitting at. I break out of my thoughts when I see someones hand being repeatedly waved in front of my face. I'm startled and I jump back in my seat. I shake my head and look around me. Miley's to my left, Oliver's to my right, and Joannie could be sitting in the seat across from me, but she's chosen to sit on Olivers lap. I glare at her and she gives me an apologetic look.

I glare at Olivers right arm, where its wrapped securely around her waist. If I had laser eyes, I would have cut off his arm with it. I don't feel happiness anymore, no more love. All I feel is hurt and sadness and pain and hate. All I want to do is hurt and hurt and hurt. I don't have a heart any more. Being in my predicament has made me cold.

"Lilly?" I turn my head to look into Miley's concerned blue eyes. I grunt in response. "Are you alright?" Hell no I'm not. I'm far from alright. My unofficial girlfriend is sitting on the lap of her boyfriend and I'm hurt.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say flatly, looking straight ahead of me, where Joannie could be sitting, but isn't. "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask just as flatly.

"I don't know. You seem a little down." she said, putting a hand on top of mine that was on the table. Right when her warm hand hit mine, I felt a little jolt of electricity hit me. I turn my head again to look into her beautiful blue eyes. I try to see if she felt anything I felt, but if she did she's not showing it. I keep looking and looking. I know she felt it, why won't she show it? With her free hand she cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes and doesn't blink. "I don't like it when you're sad." she states with emotion.

There! I saw it, I know I did. I saw something like passion flash through her magnificent blue eyes. I smile, she smiles. I pull back but she keeps her hand on my cheeks, letting it follow me. Through my peripheral vision I can see Oliver and Joannie staring at us. Oliver looks lost and Joannie looks angry. I shouldn't play this game, but I can and I will.

"Miles, you wanna go out with me some time?" I ask her randomly. She seems slightly taken aback for a moment before a large smile forms on her face.

"I'd love to." her smile makes me smile, and I feel some of my happiness come back.

"How about tonight?" I ask innocently. I can see Joannie shifting uncomfortably on Olivers lap. I smile even wider.

"But it's a school night." Miley reasons.

"Tell your dad you'll be sleeping over too, it's not like it's the first time you've slept over on a school night." I say smoothly. I can see Joannie trying to get out of Olivers grasp without being obvious to him. But I see it and I'm smiling even more. She knows I'm only doing this to get to her, and it's working.

"Okay, I'll go home and ask him right now. I'll see you around..." she trails off.

"7ish." I give her a time. She just nods and takes off. I sit and stare at her ass the whole time she walks until she turns a corner then disappears from sight. I sigh. I've got a date with Miley Stewart. Not only was she Miley Stewart but she's the Hannah Montana. I'm one lucky son of a bitch, and I shouldn't even be thinking of using her the way I am. Hey, maybe tonight I'll decide to forget about Joannie and actually try to have something with Miley.

I'm still sitting and staring at the point where she turned and disappeared. I still stare even as Joannie whispers something into Olivers ear. I stare even when Oliver gets up and walks away from the table. I stare until Joannie roughly pulls on my right upper arm to face her. I turn from nothing to hurt and confused and sad brown eyes. I feel nothing, I am numb.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks with hurt in her voice. I just stare at her. "Why are you doing this?" she asks me again. I don't reply, I just sit and stare.

"I think we should unofficially break up." I throw out bluntly. Tears are forming in her eyes, threatening to fall. I force myself to not reach up and gently wipe those tears away. I won't do it cuz I feel nothing, I am numb.

"Why?!" she exclaims loudly. When I don't answer she stands up and pulls me by the wrist. She pulls and pulls and pulls until we're at our spot. Our secluded section of the beach, our own little private place. This place brings back memories.

It was the middle of summer, the summer before our senior year, and there was a huge bonfire going on. All the soon to be seniors were at this bonfire, along with the a few recent graduates. It was a celebration, because soon we were going to be seniors, then we're out of that hell hole for good.

I was, as well as many others, drunk out of my mind. I was sitting on a log a few feet away from the large bonfire with a red cup filled with a mixed drink in my hand. I finished the rest of my drink and I wanted more, craved more. I got up and went to the table where all of the drinks were kept. On my way back to my log I stumble, fall, and busted my lip on something hard. When I get up I realize I tripped over Joannie's legs and hit my mouth on her knees. I saw her wince in pain and hold onto her knee. She's wincing in pain while I don't even feel anything. The liquor's got me numb.

"I'm so sorry." I slurred out. "I didn't see your legs." I said lamely. After a few minutes, she speaks.

"Nahh, it's fine." she says looking up at me. "Are you drunk?" she asks slowly. I nodded my head a little too much. Just kept nodding it even when a headache started to form. She stood up slowly and held my face in both of her hands, putting a stop to my nodding. "C'mon, lets go for a walk."

"Uh huh." was the only thing I got out. We're walking, well she is cuz I'm stumbling every now and then, in complete silence for what seems like hours. "Where's Ollie?" I ask. She turns her head towards me.

"He said he was gonna get food, but he's been missing for half an hour." I let her words register into my brain.

"He prolly ate everything on the grill then waited while the chef cooked more." I slur out with a chuckle. She's chuckling beside me and 'accidentally' brushes her hand against mine a few times. Without thinking, I grab onto her hand and lace our fingers together. She just smiles at me, after a few seconds I smile back.

We're walking in silence again, but this is good silence. We walk until we reach the end of the beach and stand in front of two huge boulders. I walk in front of her and pull her with me. "I wanna show you something." I said, pulling her through the narrow entrance way. I drop her hand when we both get through. I stand and watch as she takes the place in.

"How'd you find this place?" she questions.

"My parents were arguing one day and I couldn't take it, so I ran and ran until I came to this place." I said, suddenly losing my buzz. "I come here when I need a quiet place to think. You're the first person I brought here."

"Thanks for trusting me, Truscott." she says with a smirk.

"Any day, Palumbo." I reply with a smirk of my own. Without even realizing it, I lean in while she's looking away and place a soft kiss on her cheek. I pull back immediately and back up against the cliff. "Holy shit. I'm fucking sorry." I breathe out.

"It's okay." she says, putting a finger on my lips. I hold in a breath and wait for her next move. I stand there and watch while she stands in between my legs with a finger on my lips. She removes her finger and replaces it with her lips. Soft and simple. "What about Oliver?" I ask as she pulls away.

"I won't tell if you won't." was all she said before leaning in to kiss me fully on my lips. I am stunned. I feel something. I am not numb anymore.

"Why Lilly?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS FOR?!" I am broken out of my flash back when she screams at me. She looks angry and tears are falling at an incredible rate.

"Just because." I say flatly.

"Just because?! JUST BE-FUCKING-CAUSE?!" she shouts hysterically now.

I step towards her and hug her. I hug her even when she thrashes violently. I don't care if she hurts me, but I care if she hurts herself. So I hug her until she stops thrashing around and calms down. "Why, Lilly? Why?" she whispers into my ear.

"Because I can't take it anymore. Cuz what we have is special, but what you have with Ollie is so much better." I say. "cuz you can hug him, hold him, kiss him, sit on him when ever you'd like, and I can't do any of that shit with you."

"We can make it work. Please, don't do this." she pleads. I shake my head and pull myself away from her.

"I'm sorry, but I think we should unofficially break up." is the last thing I say before turning my back on her and leaving her standing there crying her heart out.

A/N: I'm sleepy. (u_u) .. zzz