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Previously, On Start of Something Very New:

No speech was needed, as they expressed every single feeling, frustration, and pain through this.

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Bang.

"Hey! --Oh my god--"

Mindset

Oliver POV

Oh shit.

That didn't even begin to delineate the situation I now found myself. I didn't understand why the world worked in strange, and cruel ways. The strange I could deal with, but I had been dealing with enough 'cruel' my whole life. Wasn't it enough?

I suppose this was my fault. I was greedy - I wanted what I couldn't have, and threw a childish tantrum - Resulting in getting what I wanted.. But I guess I was now suffering the consequences.

I had been so caught up in the moment; The moment that I had dreamed of, night after night - This, I knew - I wanted - To be different from those other times - She needed to know.. The feelings built up within me.

Yeah, so we know that's not gonna happen now - Because of a hee-uge interruption in the form of the most unwanted, and unexpected person..

Joanie.

Yep. Joanie Palumbo. The one I dated a few years back. The one I was now dating just to get Miley jealous. The one that I remembered hated her.

This wasn't good, at all.

I always find the need to make things more comfortable, so, I opened my big mouth.

"Heey Joanie.. You know Miley, right?"

Miley growled, and smacked me, just as a frightening noise erupted from Joanie as well.

Dang, she was mad.

She looked terrifying to the extremes - I swear, her eyes were blazing, and her nostrils flaring.. I could see the steam coming out of her ears like crazy, and little devil horns poking out of her hair. She looked sinister.

Evil.

Horrified.

And I? I still couldn't help but wish that I could get back to what I was previously doing, but that wouldn't make things much better.

So, for once, I did the right thing, and I decided to put some distance between Miley and myself, hoisting up the sheets.

I tried to tell myself, at least this wasn't my mother, or I'd be eating my own crap right now.

"What the hell is this?!" she said.

Well, more like shrieked in our faces.

I didn't know how to respond to that. I always wondered why people asked rhetorical questions, expected others to answer them, and when others did, they were snapped at.

I chose to keep my mouth shut.

And that didn't seem to work either.

She threw a shoe at me, and I wondered (stupidly) why she was wearing shoes in my house.

"OLIVER OKEN!" she screamed. "WHY-- WHY ARE YOU WITH.. HER?!"

"I-- Joanie," I started seriously. "I think we should break up."

She let out a scary roar, and I quivered in my pants. Not that I had any on, just a figure of speech.

Miley's foot collided with the side of my leg painfully, and she had her head in her hands, shaking, and muttering curses.

"I-- I mean-- We--"

"--Oh man. You're dead to me."

I remembered when Miley said that to me once - But I hadn't really felt threatened - because I knew she wouldn't hurt me intentionally.

Joanie probably could.

And I did not want to get hurt.

She stepped forward an inch, and and I instinctively flinched.

Her lip curled in a snarl, and her eyes were icy.

"You-- You two-- You're both going to wish.. That you were never born."

I gaped at her, and I prepared for a devastating blow.

It didn't come, and that's what scared me the most.

What came, was a loud thud, and footsteps running down the stairs.

I dread what was to come.

Because, well.. I would have rather taken a slap, or a punch..

I knew she'd do something.

And this wasn't going to be pretty at all.

By the look Miley gave me, the fearful, nervous, antagonized look.. I knew that she understood.

The storm was coming.

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