MIKAYLA POV
I wish I could help her. After she took her nap, she told me that she hates going to therapy. I didn't understand this, because I would think that if she really wants to get better she would go. I'm going to try to get her to go through.
She's such a different person as Miley. When she puts on the wig for Hannah, she was such a snobby bitch. Now that I've gotten to know her a little bit as Miley, I see that she's nothing like "Hannah". She's caring and sweet, and completely broken.
She decides to turn the TV on because "the silence is kind of awkward", as she puts it. I don't really pay attention to the show, but instead focus on her face. She's incredibly pretty, even gorgeous. Her lips look really soft, and…kissable? That's weird. I don't normally think thoughts like that about girls. I'm completely straight, at least I think so. But the more I look at Miley the less I believe that.
Pushing aside the feelings, I turn to face the TV. The channel she has it on is airing an interview with me discussing my upcoming tour. Shit! I completely forgot about that. I'd rather spend that time her. Who cares about my music when I have this girl here who needs me to help her?
"Mikayla. Don't go, please. I don't know how to explain it, but I really want you here." she says. I blush as she says this. I promise her that I won't go. Margo is going to be so mad. I send her a quick text message telling her to post pone my tour because I have some personal business to take care of. She doesn't reply, so I figure it's safe to assume that she's extremely mad at me.
I want to know her more, but first I need to know about the accident. I dare to ask her what caused it. "You did", she says. I quickly think back to the night of that accident. I had sent her a rude text, but it was only a reply to what she sent me. I say "Miley, I didn't mean to cause the accident. I was just replying to your text."
She just shrugs her shoulders and tells me that it doesn't matter, what's done is done. I get confused when she says this; it's clearly a lie because she's obviously still being emotionally affected by it. I don't say anything about it though so as not to upset her.
Being extremely tired, I tell her that I need to go home so I can get some sleep. As soon as I stand up though, she grabs my arm and pulls me back down. She begs me to stay here with her, so I happily oblige. Anything to sleep next to this angel. She snuggles closer to me, and I once again wrap my arms around her.
AN: Sorry this was so short. I promise (for real!) that the next chapter will be MUCH longer. I hope you enjoyed it!