Miley's POV
Writing. I've been writing music nonstop since the "split". I can't help it anymore. Ollie, my manager, says it is a good thing. And that maybe I'll release my next album soon. All Ollie seems to care about is my success and publicity. I honestly couldn't care less.
I put my things away and locked up my little Rainbow Studio before returning back into my house.
I am now living alone. I have been for almost a year but the public only found out about it a few months ago. Liam moved out and our "relationship" was officially over. Not that it ever really existed in the first place.
It was a contracted relationship. We met on set of The Last Song. Our mangers thought it would boast our image and sales for the movie if we were together. It did. It was nice and we were friends.
Afterwards, our mangers agreed that it would be good for the both of us to continue the "relationship". Liam and I agreed to it. It was nice to have a friend around. Although Liam's motives were completely different. He just wanted the fame that came along with it.
At first, we had a good relationship. We got along and we were happy. I was happy. We even had sex a few times. And when we moved into together it was nice, in the beginning. It was like we actually lived together. But then I started to see who and what he really is. And then I just stopped trying and caring. It's not like we loved each other...it's not like it was even real.
Now I have this place to myself and I love every minute of it. I feel free and alive for the first time in my life.
I don't intend on dating anyone right now, or ever. Love isn't something I believe in. Not anymore. Not that I ever truly did.
I changed into a fresh pair of shorts and shirt. Lisa was coming over with food. I think I needed the distraction at this point. I needed to get Liam off my mind.
"Miley?" Lisa said walking into my house.
I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to find her.
"I brought the food and the wine." She smiled once she saw me.
"Yay," I smiled walking to the takeout food that she had set on the counter.
"Hey, so this weekend there is going to be an exclusive party and you got an invite. I thought it might be a good idea to go." Lisa said cheerfully.
"If this is another attempt at getting me to mingle with other single people then I'm going to pass." I rolled my eyes as I poured myself a large glass of wine.
"I wouldn't call it that! You haven't exactly left the house in a while and I thought it would be good, you know healthy, if you went out." She said as she prepared herself a plate of food.
"I've been out." I defended.
"Hiking with yours dogs doesn't count." Lisa said rolling her eyes at me.
"I don't care." I said sitting at the table with my food and wine.
"Just think about it!" Lisa smiled.
"Ugh, maybe! I'm sober now so it will just be pointless." I shrugged.
"You are drinking wine." Lisa rolled her eyes.
"A glass of wine every once and a while is good for you!" I defended with a huff.
"Whatever you say. Anyway, you can still have fun while being sober." She reasoned.
"Fine," I said giving in.
It would be nice to get out of the house...I guess. In all honesty, I only gave in because I knew she wouldn't shut up about it until I did.
"Good! I'll tell Ollie. He will be so happy to hear." Lisa smiled at me as she began to eat her food.
"Great," I rolled my eyes.
"I will pick out your outfit and do your hair and makeup. Oh, this is going to be fun." She said cheerfully.
"Well, I am glad someone is having fun." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, stop it! You and I both know that as soon as you get out there you will be happy." Lisa huffed at me.
"Can we just eat and not talk about this?" I asked looking at her with a smile on my face.
"Okay, okay." She giggled.
I was grateful for Lisa and I enjoyed our friendship but sometimes she really annoys me. I know that I need to get out and have fun again but I'm just not about that life anymore.
