something more 003
Title: Something More
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Rating: PG (Just to be safe, although I personally feel it's very G)
Pairings: None.
Summary: Lilly is struggling with her parent's divorce and the meaning of life.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One Chapter Two
Notes/Warnings: This is the first installment of my Faith Series, which means it's Christian-based. If that offends you, then don't read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, or anything else you might recognize.
Chapter Three
‘How are you’, please ask all the time. I think I hear that question and ‘what’s up?’ about a thousand times a day. The answer is usually ‘fine’ and ‘nothing much’. It’s how everybody answers, even when it’s a lie. If I were to be honest if someone asked me how I am, they would get uncomfortable and say ‘I’m sorry’ and quickly change the subject. I know. I’ve done it myself. Why is it that we can’t be understanding and there for each other?
I think about Hannah Montana’s song “True Friends”, and I wonder if that really applies to the friendship I have with Miley. She said it was inspired by our friendship, but I wonder. You know the secrets I could never tell: those are part of the lyrics. What secrets of Miley’s do I know?
Hmm, well. She says she loves Jake and believes they’ll have a stable, happy relationship one-day. She told me what it was like kissing him for the first time. I don’t know if that counts so much as a secret. She thinks her brother is irresponsible and stupid and is afraid he might be a man-whore. She still thinks its gross that her dad dated that real estate lady woman. A few simple teenage rants... That’s all the secrets I know. Oh, and of course the secret that she’s Hannah Montana.
Part of me, even though I know it’s not true, feels like Miley isn’t a true friend. Why can’t she see through this mask I’m wearing? Why can’t she see the sadness in my eyes? Why don’t I feel comfortable telling her my secrets? Why am I so afraid?
Right now, I push all of these thoughts away as I get ready for school. I look in the mirror and see that my eyes are red and puffy from crying last night. I don’t know why I was so sad. I just felt so empty, lonely; tired...like I was my only friend. I was the only person who knew or cared about me. I want that feeling to go away!
I brush my blond hair and decide to try to curl my hair. I mean, I really did look good when Miley gave me that makeover. Maybe I could try it again. I can still wear my jeans and a sporty-looking shirt. I plug in my mom’s curling iron and let it heat up. While it does, I start brushing my teeth and washing my face. I can see a zit coming on. Or two. Or... I notice some more small bumps on my forehead. Great! I’m going to turn into a pizza! Or that nerdy kid at school has a thousand zits on his face... I slam my hand down in frustration and pull it back in pain, “OW. OW. OW. OW. OW!”
I pull my hand up to my face and examine it. Oh it hurts so bad! I slammed it onto the curling iron. That sucker sure heats up fast! “Gosh, Lilly,” I say to my reflection, “why do you have to be such a klutz? You know one of these days; you’re going to be one the cover of the newspaper. ‘Girl dies in freakish accident. Similar to those on Final Destination’”
I finish talking to myself, and take the curling iron to my hair. After ten failed attempts to curl some hair, I unplug it and grab a hat. My mom never really taught me how to be girly. I guess I spent a lot of time with my dad and kind of became a tomboy? I don’t know. I know Miley said my hair has a hard time holding a curl, but she managed to do it.
At school, I see Miley and Oliver talking. I walk up to them, “Hey guys!”
“Hey, what’s up?” Miley asks, grabbing a few books from her locker.
“Nothing much.” I say, just like usual.
“Oh, well, did you hear there’s a new kid at school?”
“Ooooh noooo! Not another bully!” I exclaim, as I open up my own locker next to Miley’s.
“I don’t think so. She seems pretty weird though.”
“I don’t think she’s weird. I think she a hottie!” Oliver says.
Miley and I raise our eyebrows at him, and he shrugs and gives us an innocent look like ‘what’s your deal?’.
As I walk home from school, I see the new girl. She looks like she’s a year or two older than I am. As I look her over, I realize why Oliver thinks she’s so hot. Her boobs are like totally huge. I look down at my own, and even though they are terribly great in size, I realize how much I hide them. I never wear clothes that form to my figure.
I soon realize that this new girl and I are headed in the same direction. As I catch up with her I ask, “do you live around here?”
She gives me a questionable look and then nods, “Yeah. Over that way,” she points. My house is in that direction too, so I tell her.
“Wait, do you live in a yellow with green door?” I ask.
“Yeah. I just moved in. Why, do you know the place?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s next door to my house.”
“Oh, well.” She smiles, “my name is Samantha. I guess I’m you’re neighbor.”
“Nice to meet you,” I laugh, “My name is Lilly!”
Samantha and I now walk at the same pace together. She tells me that she used to live in Northern California and just moved to Malibu a few weeks ago. She says she doesn’t have any other siblings and but her mom and dad are together. She’s seventeen and a year behind in school. “I could never grasp anything having to do with math.” She told me.
“What kind of music do you like?” I ask.
“Oh, uhm, all kinds. My favorite bands and artists are,” she gets a funny look in her bright blue eyes and says, “Tilly and the Wall, The Killers, The Beatles, Azure Ray, Alexz Johnson, 3 Doors Down, and Goo Goo Dolls.”
“Oh, cool!” I say, even though I have no idea who those people are. “Well, it looks like we’re home.”
I take a look around and wave goodbye and walk up to my own house.
It was nice meeting someone new. Someone different than what I know. I start to imagine Samantha and I becoming friends. She’s older and different, but she seems fun and interesting. I call Miley and tell her that I met the new girl and she lives right next to us. “Oh boy! Just wait until Oliver finds out.” She laughed.
I don’t tell Miley that my moms out on a date again, that the house feels so empty and I’m scared. I don’t tell her that I want to spend the night, because I feel like I’ve been living at the Stewarts house. I don’t want to bother them any. I don’t tell her that I want to be Samantha’s friend. I don’t tell her that I’m just as empty as this house.
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Rating: PG (Just to be safe, although I personally feel it's very G)
Pairings: None.
Summary: Lilly is struggling with her parent's divorce and the meaning of life.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One Chapter Two
Notes/Warnings: This is the first installment of my Faith Series, which means it's Christian-based. If that offends you, then don't read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, or anything else you might recognize.
Chapter Three
‘How are you’, please ask all the time. I think I hear that question and ‘what’s up?’ about a thousand times a day. The answer is usually ‘fine’ and ‘nothing much’. It’s how everybody answers, even when it’s a lie. If I were to be honest if someone asked me how I am, they would get uncomfortable and say ‘I’m sorry’ and quickly change the subject. I know. I’ve done it myself. Why is it that we can’t be understanding and there for each other?
I think about Hannah Montana’s song “True Friends”, and I wonder if that really applies to the friendship I have with Miley. She said it was inspired by our friendship, but I wonder. You know the secrets I could never tell: those are part of the lyrics. What secrets of Miley’s do I know?
Hmm, well. She says she loves Jake and believes they’ll have a stable, happy relationship one-day. She told me what it was like kissing him for the first time. I don’t know if that counts so much as a secret. She thinks her brother is irresponsible and stupid and is afraid he might be a man-whore. She still thinks its gross that her dad dated that real estate lady woman. A few simple teenage rants... That’s all the secrets I know. Oh, and of course the secret that she’s Hannah Montana.
Part of me, even though I know it’s not true, feels like Miley isn’t a true friend. Why can’t she see through this mask I’m wearing? Why can’t she see the sadness in my eyes? Why don’t I feel comfortable telling her my secrets? Why am I so afraid?
Right now, I push all of these thoughts away as I get ready for school. I look in the mirror and see that my eyes are red and puffy from crying last night. I don’t know why I was so sad. I just felt so empty, lonely; tired...like I was my only friend. I was the only person who knew or cared about me. I want that feeling to go away!
I brush my blond hair and decide to try to curl my hair. I mean, I really did look good when Miley gave me that makeover. Maybe I could try it again. I can still wear my jeans and a sporty-looking shirt. I plug in my mom’s curling iron and let it heat up. While it does, I start brushing my teeth and washing my face. I can see a zit coming on. Or two. Or... I notice some more small bumps on my forehead. Great! I’m going to turn into a pizza! Or that nerdy kid at school has a thousand zits on his face... I slam my hand down in frustration and pull it back in pain, “OW. OW. OW. OW. OW!”
I pull my hand up to my face and examine it. Oh it hurts so bad! I slammed it onto the curling iron. That sucker sure heats up fast! “Gosh, Lilly,” I say to my reflection, “why do you have to be such a klutz? You know one of these days; you’re going to be one the cover of the newspaper. ‘Girl dies in freakish accident. Similar to those on Final Destination’”
I finish talking to myself, and take the curling iron to my hair. After ten failed attempts to curl some hair, I unplug it and grab a hat. My mom never really taught me how to be girly. I guess I spent a lot of time with my dad and kind of became a tomboy? I don’t know. I know Miley said my hair has a hard time holding a curl, but she managed to do it.
At school, I see Miley and Oliver talking. I walk up to them, “Hey guys!”
“Hey, what’s up?” Miley asks, grabbing a few books from her locker.
“Nothing much.” I say, just like usual.
“Oh, well, did you hear there’s a new kid at school?”
“Ooooh noooo! Not another bully!” I exclaim, as I open up my own locker next to Miley’s.
“I don’t think so. She seems pretty weird though.”
“I don’t think she’s weird. I think she a hottie!” Oliver says.
Miley and I raise our eyebrows at him, and he shrugs and gives us an innocent look like ‘what’s your deal?’.
As I walk home from school, I see the new girl. She looks like she’s a year or two older than I am. As I look her over, I realize why Oliver thinks she’s so hot. Her boobs are like totally huge. I look down at my own, and even though they are terribly great in size, I realize how much I hide them. I never wear clothes that form to my figure.
I soon realize that this new girl and I are headed in the same direction. As I catch up with her I ask, “do you live around here?”
She gives me a questionable look and then nods, “Yeah. Over that way,” she points. My house is in that direction too, so I tell her.
“Wait, do you live in a yellow with green door?” I ask.
“Yeah. I just moved in. Why, do you know the place?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s next door to my house.”
“Oh, well.” She smiles, “my name is Samantha. I guess I’m you’re neighbor.”
“Nice to meet you,” I laugh, “My name is Lilly!”
Samantha and I now walk at the same pace together. She tells me that she used to live in Northern California and just moved to Malibu a few weeks ago. She says she doesn’t have any other siblings and but her mom and dad are together. She’s seventeen and a year behind in school. “I could never grasp anything having to do with math.” She told me.
“What kind of music do you like?” I ask.
“Oh, uhm, all kinds. My favorite bands and artists are,” she gets a funny look in her bright blue eyes and says, “Tilly and the Wall, The Killers, The Beatles, Azure Ray, Alexz Johnson, 3 Doors Down, and Goo Goo Dolls.”
“Oh, cool!” I say, even though I have no idea who those people are. “Well, it looks like we’re home.”
I take a look around and wave goodbye and walk up to my own house.
It was nice meeting someone new. Someone different than what I know. I start to imagine Samantha and I becoming friends. She’s older and different, but she seems fun and interesting. I call Miley and tell her that I met the new girl and she lives right next to us. “Oh boy! Just wait until Oliver finds out.” She laughed.
I don’t tell Miley that my moms out on a date again, that the house feels so empty and I’m scared. I don’t tell her that I want to spend the night, because I feel like I’ve been living at the Stewarts house. I don’t want to bother them any. I don’t tell her that I want to be Samantha’s friend. I don’t tell her that I’m just as empty as this house.