Here's a new story for your reading pleasure. Because I'm different -- When my muse comes back I don't update current stories, I start new ones! Yay me! So yea...please read and review, I'm actually very happy with this, and actually think this will be my best story ever. Enjoy! Dedicated to RazzleDazzleRazzmatazz (she's awesome, go see her profile) because she encouraged me that this was good, and helped me with the title!

PS: This is meant to take place post the new episode airing Sunday, I think it is. for those or you residing in the USA. So...youtube is a magical place!

PPS: Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar, but you probably know that already!

Have you ever had a dream, maybe, that you got something you really wanted? Something you really, truly wished for. Something you ached for so much it physically hurt more then falling off of a horse? It was great well it lasted. And then you woke up, and it all hurt more then before.

Maybe it wasn't even a dream. Maybe it was something that had actually happened. But in the end it was all a misunderstanding.

That is what this felt like.

I forced a fake smile on to my face as he explained he didn't love me, he was rehearsing, using my unconscious body, how to tell Lily he loved her.

I had to hand it to him...it would have been a good plan. Rehearsals are always good, so you don't choke up when you go to do it for real.

But his plan had a flaw. My out of body experience went and screwed it up.

I felt so stupid. I should have realized he was practicing saying it to Lily!

Why would he love me? Me, the girl he'd been so wiling to give up a friendship with just because I scored an audition when he didn't.

It had been obviously staring me in the face. He wasn't really confessing his love for me.

I sat out on my balcony, watching the moon.

My fingers gripped the guitar pick, and I strummed it over the strings on my guitar, my mouth opening, the words tumbling out. I'd wrote this song long ago. Everyone thought it was for Jake.

Only I knew it was really for Oliver.

"If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
You'd fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
When you call me
I can hear it in your voice
Oh sure!
Wanna see me
And tell me all about her
La la
I'll be acting through my tears
I guess you'll never know
That I should win
An Oscar for this scene I'm in

If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
You'd fall in love with
In the end we'd be laughing
Watching the sunset
Fade to black
Show the names
Play the happy song

Wish I could tell you there's a twist
Some kind of hero in disguise
And we're together
It's for real
Now playing
Wish I could tell you there's a kiss
Like something more than in my mind
I see it
Could be amazing..." I trailed off, as my eyes became to prickly with tears.

"God, Miley, you're so stupid." I whispered to myself, the tears spilling over, as I set the guitar pick on the arm of the chair, and put my guitar aside. I looked up at the dark sky, and the bright moon, and spoke through my tears. "Hey mom...remember when you helped with the the Jake and Jesse thing. It was a fake. I don't love Jake. I never loved Jake. 'If We Were A Move' Isn't even about Jake! It's about Oliver. How...how do I do this mom?" I whimpered. "It hurts so much, and I feel so idiotic and stupid! Why would he love me, why would he ever love me?! Why would any guy ever love me?"

As expected, I got no answer.

I sighed, wiping away my tears.

Time to go to bed.

I had school tomorrow.

Ode to Joy.

School, where I was with Lily and Oliver all the time.

School, where I'd have to force a smile on my face and happiness in to my voice for seven hours straight.

School.

Stupid, stupid, school.

"Night, momma." I whispered, and then stood. I gathered my guitar and guitar pick, then slowly made my way back inside, limping every step of the way.

This stupid walking brace cast thing was really beginning to get on my nerves.

I set the guitar on the stand, and the pick on my dresser, then shut my French doors on to the balcony, and locked them.

I went through the routine – another routine, just like the school one. Just like the life denying me love one. Stupid routines – I went through for bed, and then slid under my covers.

Then, right on time, dad opened the door, and stuck his head in. "G'Night baby girl—Miley why you been crying?"

Damn it.

"I haven't been." I lied.

He came in all the way, and sat on the edge of my bed. "I'm worried about you, Miles." He said.

I shrugged. "I'm fine, daddy. My Ankle's healing just fine."

"I'm glad about that, but I didn't mean your ankle, baby. You've seemed so...down lately. What's going on, baby girl? You know you can tell me anything."

I couldn't stop the tears from renewing themselves and spilling over, and so they did, falling down my cheeks rapidly as I gasped out sobs, suddenly unable to stop.

Through the blurriness, I saw his face etched in shock and worry, as he immediately pulled me in to his arms, wrapping me in an embrace.

"What is it darlin?" He begged for an answer, "What's wrong?"

I couldn't tell him the true blue reason. I couldn't tell him I was in love with my best friend, our other best friend's boyfriend. So I told him the second thing that was wrong.

"I miss her daddy." I choked out. "I miss her so much. I need her."

I did need her. I needed her to tell me what I was supposed to do. I needed her more then I ever had. And that was saying something.

My father was no stranger to my breakdowns. When mom had first died, they happened often. As they years progressed, they died down, usually happening at least once a year.

He held me close, he stroked my hair, he let me cry, he whispered words of comfort.

--

Oliver Oken slowly walked home to his house.

He dodged his mother, and went straight to his room, and got in bed.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed his phone, and called Lily.

"Ollie-Pop, it's one in the morning," Her voice said, he'd obviously roused her from sleep. "What's wrong?"

"Lily...I went to see Miley earlier and...I heard some things. Some important things."

--

I eventually gave in to the deathly exhaustion, and gave in to sleep, dad still holding me.

That night, my dreams were a mixture of things. They involved my mother, sliding in and out often inside a different version of what had went down that afternoon. In my version, Lily was happy Oliver didn't love her. She was going to break up with him but hadn't wanted to hurt him.

He confessed his love to me, and all was happy ever after.

Another one of those situations where you wake up...and it just hurts more.