Dear Miley,
Hey Miley, it's Mikayla. I'm sorry it took a while for me to write back. It was just kind of a hard to decide if I should write back or not. But in the end, I figured it was only fair if I did. So here we are.
I'm writing this from college. I don't have a ton of time to write this, and you should know that I should be studying for a biology exam right now. So if I fail, it's on you.
Anyways, I feel like I should be mad at you, but I also feel like I should apologize to you. So I'm going to do both. First I'm gonna be mad at you. Sorry, but I have to get this off my chest.
When you went into that closet that night, what the HELL were you thinking? He was MY boyfriend. You were my best friend. What kind of friend are you if you make out with my boyfriend? We all knew about your creepy crush on Nick. But you shouldn't have done anything about it. Just because the party was a little wild, you didn't have to go off with him. You're the one that started that whole night. Did you know, Miley, that that night practically RUINED my life? You got me and everyone at the party busted for underage drinking. I had to breathe into a breathalyzer. Do you know how humiliating that was? And then when you called Sonny and she said she was coming to get us, to patch things up, and make sure we got home safe? Oh my God, if only we'd known. If only we'd known that within five minutes she'd be speeding down the highway without a seatbelt on. Within five minutes she'd have lost control of the car and would be flipping upside down and back up again over and over. Within five minutes, she'd be laying lifeless in the shattered car, as the police pulled her from the disaster, and sending her off to the hospital even though they knew it was too late.
We killed her, Miley. It was our fault. And I've never been able to forget that phone call either.
Okay, now I'm gonna apologize. I'm a hypocrite for yelling at you for hooking up with my boyfriend when I hooked up with that other guy. God, I can't even remember his name. I think you said it in your letter. Whatever. So, he wasn't your boyfriend. But I still hurt Nick. Let's face it. He was kind of an asshole. He blamed everything on you- though a lot of it was your fault—he cheated on me. And never treated me like his girlfriend. Actually…as much as I hate to say this, I think he liked you. But oh well. I guess it's a little late for that huh? So I'm sorry about that. And I'm sorry for screaming at you. But hey, what's a girl supposed to do when she opens the closet door and see's her best friend slobbering all over her boyfriend?
Shit, I gotta go. Talk to you soon. Or…I don't know. Never mind. Bye.
Mikayla
P.S. For the record, I still think you're a total bitch.
P.P.S. But then again, I guess I'm one too.