I don't know if anyone is still reading this or not. Probably not. I left for too long. I don't know if I'm going to discontinue this or not, it depends. I've discovered writing again. I forgot how much I loved it. I tried to just completely start a new story, but I couldn't think of one single thing. I'm trying to get back into the swing, so I'm sorry if this is short and not as good as the other chapters.

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Her eyes would barely open, but she knew she had to wake up. She didn't know what time it was, or where exactly she was. Maybe her eyes remained closed, because she was scared of what she would find when they opened. Her head throbbed, her body ached. She was sweaty, and her face felt hot. She groaned, moving over onto her backside, eyes still closed.

"Lilly!" She heard someone yell. A smile formed on her face, and she no longer was scared to open her eyes.

"You're awake," Miley grinned, sitting at the edge of the bed. She looked like she had been up for hours. Her hair was done, as was her make-up. Her outfit was put together nicely, and her nails were freshly painted.

Lilly groaned once again, and rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself more.

Miley chuckled, "How are you feeling?"

Lilly sat up slowly, pushing herself up with her hands. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice raspy from the events of the night before.

Miley looked around until she spotted Lilly's cellphone on the nightstand. She glanced at it, "Uh, it's one."

"One!?" Lilly's eyes widened.

"..Thirty." Miley finished, biting her lip.

She plopped back down onto Miley's bed, happy to be here then somewhere else, but upset with herself. How could she be so stupid as to get trashed at Aidan's party? She didn't know exactly why she did it, but all she knew was that she got nothing out of it. Unless you count making a fool out of yourself.

Miley sighed, "Lilly, are you okay?"

Lilly shrugged, "I've been better."

They looked a each other and laughed. It didn't last long, because as both of them knew, this wasn't a laughing matter.

"Oh," Miley was the first one to break the silence. "You're phone's been ringing off the hook. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I didn't answer it." She handed Lilly's iPhone over to her.

Lilly looked at the excessive missed calls on her call-log. She stared at the number, her eyebrows tightly knitted together in confusion. "This is my mom's number," She said slowly.

"That's weird," Miley said, then chuckled. "You don't have your mom's number saved into your contacts?"

"No.." Lilly shook her head, "I do. I know I do."

"Let me see," Miley said, reaching over and taking the phone from Lilly. She scrolled through, until she found all of Lilly's contacts. Her face fell. "Uh.."

"What?" Lilly asked, eyebrows raised. "What is it?"

"You have.. one person in your contact list." Miley said, biting her lip.

Lilly's face drained of all color, and her stomach turned. "Oh. My. God." was all she could get out. All of it, everything she said, it all came back to her; Hitting her like a tidal wave. One of those tidal waves that knock out entire countries. She remembered deleting everyone on her list but him. She remembered calling him, telling him that she.. shit. "I.." She felt acid burning her throat. No, I can't puke, I won't.. "Move!" She shouted, clasping a hand over her mouth and running from the bed to Miley's bathroom.

She grasped the sides of the toilet, as puke erupted from her mouth. She wasn't exactly sure if it was from the hangover she was encountering, or if it was because she was so disgusted with herself, or if it was because she could never face Oliver again. Maybe it was a combination of all three. Either way, she was falling apart.

"Lilly!" Miley shouted, pounding on the door. "Are you okay?! Open the door!"

Lilly wiped her watering eyes, and splashed cold water on her face. After swishing Miley's mouth wash around in her mouth, she opened the door. "Miley.." She squeaked out, and Miley didn't need to hear more; She wrapped her best friend up in a huge hug, as Lilly cried on her shoulder.

"It' gonna be okay," Miley said softly as she rubbed Lilly's back, "I'm here for you."

Lilly lifted her head off Miley's shoulder and mustered the best smile she could, "Thanks. I love you, girl."

Miley smiled, "I love you, too."

"Speaking of.." Lilly sighed, and walked over to the bed to sit down. "Miley.. last night.."

"-Stop. Don't worry about it," Miley assured her, "It wasn't that bad."

Lilly shook her head, "No, Miley, it was that bad."

Miley placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder, "I'm telling you. It wasn't that bad. No one even really noticed. Everyone was drunk, it -"

"Miley, I told Oliver I loved him." She said quickly, her face etched with worry and terror.

Miley's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped. She was all out of excuses now. "What?!" She clearly heard her, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Last night.. I called him," She put her head down in shame. "You can probably guess what happened from there."

"Well," Miley sighed, and sat down next to Lilly on the bed. "Do you love him?" She asked.

Lilly shrugged, "I don't know, Miley." She bit her lip, fighting the tears that were about to fall. "I think I might," She said, "I've never felt this way about a boy before. Does that mean it's love?" This time, she looked at Miley, begging for an answer.

Miley looked at her friend sorrowfully, "I don't know, Lils. I don't know anything about being in love."

"I'm sixteen, I shouldn't be in love, or think I'm in love.." Lilly sighed, "Whatever, either way, I blew it."

"Then fix it," Miley said sternly. "Who knows if you're in love, but you obviously really like him. If you care about someone that much, you can't just let them get away."

A stray tear fell slowly down Lilly's face, but she was smiling. "You're right, Miles. I need to talk to him." She stood up forcefully, feeling confident. "And I'm going to do it..." Right then, she noticed her appearance in Miley's full-length mirror, "After I take a shower."

Miley laughed, "Yeah, that'd be a good idea."

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"Miley, I can't do it."

Miley sighed, annoyed. "Lilly, you have to! You'll regret it if you don't."

She took a look at her best friend, who was waiting for her to be courageous. Miley just wanted her to be happy. And, then, another thing from the party hit her: Aidan Cross.

"Miley," Lilly sighed. "Be honest with me."

Miley raised her eyebrows, "I am being honest with you. You have to -"

"-No, let me finish." Lilly took a deep breath, "Am I.. holding you back?"

"Holding me back?" Miley asked slowly, confused. "What do you mean?"

"From being happy," Lilly said, exasperated. "Do you want to be with Aidan? Do you want it to be like it was last year? I just.. I feel like a lot has changed for me and that I pulled you down with me. You deserve to be happy."

Miley smiled, "Lilly, I appreciate it. But, I can make my own decisions and if I wanted to be with Aidan, I would. And if I wanted to party all time, I would. I figured out what's important. Partying isn't important. It's fun, but not important."

"When did you become so wise?" Lilly laughed, "That was like, straight out of a teen drama movie."

Miley belted out with laughter, "Shut up!" She rolled her eyes, "Besides, our life could a teen drama movie."

Lilly nodded, "This is very true."

Both girls laughed, and it was the first real laugh Lilly had in a long time. She felt refreshed, like there was a new beginning ahead of her. At that moment, she realized that no matter what happened, she would always have Miley, who would be there for her through everything.