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AN: Okay, all I can say is WOW! thank you so much to all those who reviewed the prequel to this story, Stay, you guys all rock and to show appreciation for your support I've decided to do something I've NEVER been good at and give you a sequel. I hope that you all enjoy this just as much and leave me some love in each chapter!!
"You sure this is what you want, Lillypad? You know I love you but I just wanna make sure you understand... New York is so far,"Heather Truscott explained to Lilly as she packed up her last box into the small black Honda Accord.
"Mom, you know I cant stay here, I have to get away from... everything for a while, it'll be good for me,"Lilly replied, turning to her mother, her only family she really had left.
"I know, baby, but you know, Malibu is all you've ever known-"
"And it will always be home... but I just cant stay here any longer,"Lilly replied, guiltily.
"Have you told them you were leaving a week early?"Heather asked, knowingly. Lilly looked at the ground, suddenly finding her converses quite interesting. "You cant hide from her forever, Lilly, change of address and your phone number wont keep her away, she'll find you eventually."
"Hopefully she'll take a hint and just let it be, just forget about me altogether, it'll be better that way,"Lilly quipped, defeated. Heather stepped closer to her daughter and placed two fingers beneath her chin.
"Better for who? Her or you?"Heather responded.
"For everyone,"Lilly's beautitful aquamarine eyes darkened to a stormy grey as her spirit died with the rev of the car engine as she kissed her mother goodbye and headed out of California and onto a new life on the other side of the continent, far from everything and everyone she'd ever known, far away from her sweet misery.
"Goodbye Miley,"Lilly whispered into the morning air as the wind whipped through her bangs and she reached City Limits.
New York, Present Day
I slammed the door to my small one-room apartment as I finished yet another grueling day at the studio. I turned on the three faced lamp next to my leather sofa/bed in front of the large windows facing the rest of Tent City, I placed my six pack in the fridge that had a few containers of outdated takeout and condiment jars, I tossed my keys and wallet onto my small table near the couch and plugged my cell phone in, I turned it on and noticed three missed calls, without bothering to look I dialed my voicemail and put it on speaker as I began stripping out of my clothes and listening to the messages.
"Lil, its Jill, this is the fifth time I've called you and failed to reach you so I guess we're no longer speaking... or together so whatev'- End of message one-"I hit the button to erase it.
"Maybe next time you'll learn after the first try- I dont do relationships,"I grumbled as I turned the shower on and let it warm up.
"Lillian, its Mom, are you screening your calls again? Well anyway, I know you have vacation coming up and I'm hoping you wont mind coming down for a visit? I really would love to see my daughter for my birthday, I love you sweetie, are you still sleeping with your boss? You know that isnt- well anyway, call me! - End of message two-"
"Reminder to self, never let a one-night stand happen here again because mom WILL find out about it!"I growled as I tested the water again. Perfect. I hopped into the shower and strained my ears to listen to my last message.
"Hey babe, its Erin- so Kelly called me up and she and her new slut are wanting to get up tommorow for brunch, and I was hoping you'd be my date? You said you owed me well I'm calling it in and if you do this I will owe you DOUBLE, so pleaaaaaase call me back, see ya sweetcheeks muah! - End of all messages."
I rolled my eyes, Erin Reynolds was the girl, or rather, young woman, that lived a floor below. She was literally my first New York friend, even helped me move in and showed me around some of the hot spots to pick up dates, claiming me to be her "lesbian sister she never had," she was a bartender at the Cat Scratch Club which was basically a strip joint where I found many great reasons to keep my mind off of every reason why I left Malibu, not to mention she gave me a couple free drinks now and then. Erin literally became a savior to me, introducing me to several of my one-night standers, and the party life where I met highs and lows that helped drown my sorrows and brighten my spirits, giving me the sweet release from reality that I felt daily when I was sober. I'd dropped out of NYU about a good year and a half after moving to New York, instead finding myself a great freelance photographer for several modelling agencies, magazines and even public schools now and then, it wasn't exactly how I'd planned it, but then again, plans never worked out the way I wanted them to anyway. My mother hadn't been pleased when she discovered that I'd left school to just live and work daily in the Big Apple, she'd even gone as far as to come up here and try to talk me back into furthering my education, but I had all that I needed as it was, a roof over my head, money in the bank, jobs calling left and right, and a great set of friends who wouldnt mind putting me up for a while if I ever needed it.
And of course my mom, being the cool woman she was, worried for a bit until I proved to her that I was most deffinitely able to take care of myself, and at twenty-two years, she didn't argue, instead just telling me to come home every once and a while and not forget my roots. I'm so glad I have a loving caring person like her in my life. Speaking of her, it was true, her birthday was coming up here in about a week, and I'd completely forgotten with all these projects. I shut the water off as I noticed it was getting cold and reminded myself to yell at my landlord later for not giving the building enough of a water boiler, and I dried myself off and slipped into my nightshirt and pajama pants, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and tossed my clothes onto my ever-growing pile that I'd get to later and plopped down on the sofa with a pizza box that had a few slices of pepperoni mushroom left and I dialed the familiar number on my phone.
"Hey sexy,"came the seductive voice.
"You know you are gonna answer like that one day and its not gonna be me or any other of your little friends,"I retorted with a smile as I chowed down on the pizza.
"Yeah, well, it sure as Hell isnt my father or my no-good sister callin, so I aint got nothin to worry about, anyway, you get my message?"
"Yeah, what time? I got laundry to start on and I need to go down and buy me some things for a road trip-"
"Road trip?! Honey you never told me you were planning one! Who's the lucky gal your goin to see now?"Erin joked, I rolled my eyes.
"My mother, her birthday's next week,"I finished a second slice and guzzled the can of beer down with it.
"Aw, you're too sweet, I take it I'm not invited to this little gathering?"I could almost see Erin pouting.
"You know that my mom isn't fond of my bringing home girls, Erin-"I half-lied.
"Bullshit, your mother just doesnt like me because she caught me in the act,"Erin saw right through me, as usual, I laughed. Sometimes she reminded me so much of- No, stop, dont even go there, Truscott, you dont need heartache tonight. "Stop torturing yourself like you always do, Lil and fucking say you'll go with me? I dont wanna be alone round Kelly and Andrea,"Erin snapped me from my daze.
"Kelly is back with her? Ugh, what a whore,"I groaned popping another can of beer.
"Are you drinkin up there and not even bothering to invite me over? Shame, shame I thought I taught you better,"Erin joked.
"Not tonight, I just wanna finish this and go to sleep so I can get up and yes I'll go, but I cant promise I'll stay-"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Oh I love you-"Erin squeeled. I held the phone away from my ear.
"I know you do, now bye!"Erin laughed and the phone line went dead.
I rolled my eyes again and snapped my phone shut after making sure my alarm was on, I tossed the pizza box in the trash and finished my second beer before locking my door and climbing back onto the couch, comfortably sedated by the buzz of alcohol, I tossed my comforter over my waist and snuggled into my pillow, before shutting my eyes I rolled over into the couch, facing the back and dug my hands between the cushions, when my hand came in contact with a sharp point, I grabbed the envelope and pulled it out, it was a small pink envelope, although in the darkness you couldn't tell, but I've held this envelope so much that I knew by heart every line and crinkle and small tear, I opened the slot and pulled out a small stack of photographs. Sent from my mother at my request in a moment of weakness she sent me these photos of myself and Miley Stewart, my once best friend and the love of my life, now probably married to my once oldest friend, Oliver Oken. I swallowed the lump in my throat and I held up the photos a bit so the streetlights would hit and let me see better, the first photograph was of Miley and I when Miley first moved the Malibu, it was taken in the schoolyard at Seaview Middle School, Oliver had taken the picture and it had me and Miley, just outside the front, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, Miley's arm around my waist, both of us smiling at the camera, we were so young, yet I knew even then that I'd loved her from the moment I'd laid eyes on her when she came into Mr. Gunthers Homeroom class, I flipped through the photos for a moment until I came to my favorite one.
It was taken on the beach summer after freshman year, I'd just gotten out of the water and I'd come upto Miley, who'd been sunbathing and she had said something along the lines of..
"Hey, move it Truscott, you're blockin my tan!"Miley joked.
"Really, Stewart? Dontcha know that tannin gives you wrinkles?"I quipped back.
"I dont care, just move your butt!"she laughed.
At that point, I tackled her laughing, she had screamed playfully "WET DOG! WET DOG!" as I smeared the salty droplets of Ocean water onto her, I remember it feeling so good as I wrapped my arms around her bare waist, refusing to let go and I laughed into her neck, my hair everywhere as she tried her best to break free. Jackson had snapped the shot soon after we'd started the little tickle fight, Miley was on her back in the sand, her sun hat had fallen, letting her wild curls loose, her eyes shaded by large white sunglasses, her head back as she let out a laugh, her pink bikini spotted with sand and water as I layed on top of her my face half-hidden by her face as I laughed into her neck, my fingers grasping her waist in her most ticklish area, covered in wet sand. The beach in the background, the sunlight hit the camera in just the right way leaving those orange-ish gold sunspots in the photo. It was my favorite photo of us, I remember Erin catching me with it once when we'd just finished, well, you know, and she woke up and noticed the tear marks on my cheeks.
"Is this your ex-girlfriend or something?"Erin asked, looking at the picture. I shook my head.
"No, she was my best friend,"I answered.
"You two seemed happy, what happened?"
"She began dating our other friend, Oliver, before our senior year... I kinda just became a third wheel-"
"Did she know?"I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"That you were in love with her?"Erin acknowleged.
"I had a friend in school, long way back... Ginger. She and I were closer than sisters, and... I fell in love with her-"Erin's hazel eyes darkened in the memory.
"What happened?"I pried.
"She found out about me, and well- she just stopped talking to me, her father got a job offer in another state and they moved a couple months later- I never saw her again,"tears began to cloud her eyes and she turned away, blinking furiously.
"I'm sor-"she silenced me with a rough kiss.
"Dont. Dont ever apologize, love is something you never apologize for, do you understand?"she snapped, hurt ringing in her voice. I nodded. "Falling in love is something nobody can control, it just happens, and you cant stop it, just like the tide, forever moving, forever changing, never ending, love should never be wrong-" I could almost feel her heart pounding against my own and I felt her pain. "This girl, whoever she is, should be lucky if anything else, to know she has someone like you to love her that much, we should all be so lucky."
Erin and I were never together, in fact I'd never held a serious relationship with any of the women I hooked up with, they were just escapes, somebody to help keep my bed warm for the night when the darkness of being alone became too unbearable. Erin, however, unlike most of my one-night stands, was my best friend, when we were together, it was rough, and very physical, never slow, soft or sweet, it was passionate and daring, we were each others drug, we used one another for our own benefits, for our own highs. And we were both fine with it, we agreed from the beginning we would never have strings attatched, she had her life, I had mine.
After looking at a few more pictures, I put them away and kissed the envelope, before tucking it back into the cushions and then falling into a mindless slumber.
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