Thus begins my newest attempt at story-telling. The chapters are short -- only about two pages per month, but it's not meant to be a monster. Reviews, as always, are loved. They are, actually, quite necessary to my ability to write. I'm quite happy with this story, or at least the story this far. This should be completely posted within two weeks. Twelve days or less, depending on my mood.

Happy reading, captains.


She stared down at the blank piece of paper in front of her. Her mom sat a few feet away. Tapping a steady, impatient beat with one bare foot, she set her pencil's tip against the paper. Yet she wrote nothing.

"Mom, this is totally bogus," she complained, not for the first time. "Why do I have to do this?"

"Because, Lillian, dear, if we don't make resolutions and set goals for ourselves, who's going to do it for us?"

Lilly groaned, "This is so retarded."

Her mom raised her eyebrows, "Language."

Rolling her eyes, Lilly amended her statement, "This is mentally challenged."

"Lilly." Heather Truscott simmered quietly. "I swear… your language gets worse every day."

"Mom, I'm eighteen. It happens."

"Stop trying to change the subject. I still need five goals and or resolutions."

Lilly slid down in her chair. "Fine."

Eat healthier

Get a better grade in math


Get Oliver a girlfriend

Tell the truth

Lilly set her pencil down, "There."

Her mother glanced down the short list and almost said something negative. But, upon realizing this was the best she was going to get from her wayward daughter, bit her tongue. She nodded curtly, sending Lilly fleeing from the house.

"I wonder what she means… Tell the truth? About what?"

Lilly tilted her head to the sun, trying to gain warmth even as a cool breeze tickled her knees through the holes her skateboarding escapades had ripped. She tugged on the zipper of her hooded sweatshirt idly as she walked down the street. Not bothering to check both ways, Lilly crossed the street, mind obviously somewhere else.

"Hey, Lilly!"

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name. A smile blossomed unintentionally on her lips. "Hey, Mile. What's up?"

"Trying to avoid going home," Miley looped her arm through Lilly's. "Daddy's trying to make us write New Year's resolutions…"

Lilly snickered, "My mom, too. But I didn't get away in time."

"What'd you write, then?"

"Something about getting Oliver a girlfriend, good grades. Junk, y'know?" Lilly shrugged, flushing.

""You are so weird," Miley tightened her grip on her best friend, "and that's why I love you."

"Wanna hit the beach?" Lilly conveniently ignored the moderately cold weather. She could only picture how well Miley filled out those skimpy bathing suits.

"Can't. That would mean going home to get some clothes I don't mind getting dirty. And I don't want Daddy to catch me in the house. And besides, it's January. What would we do at the beach?"

"Build a sandcastle," Lilly tried to defend her reasoning.

"I'd totally be up for a movie, though." Miley hinted.

"What, and get a ride from your dad?"

"Well… we have to do something. I have to stay occupied and it's your job to entertain me. That is what I pay you for, right?" Miley insisted.

"We could hang out in my room," Lilly suggested with a small smirk. And she was the weird one?

"Works for me."

After sneaking past Lilly's mom to get inside, the two girls fell onto Lilly's bed with a barely audible thump – the sound of bed sheets meeting flesh. Reaching underneath her, Miley pulled out a rumpled piece of paper.

"Looks like your mom gave you your goals back," Miley scanned the page before Lilly could snatch it away.

"Like I said, it's really stupid." Lilly stared into Miley's eyes, daring her companion to try and comment or question. Miley broke the eye contact first.

"Yeah, silly stuff."

But she couldn't help but wonder – tell the truth about what?