AN: Ok, so I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I want the next chapter for 'Lacrimosa' to go, and as my thoughts wandered, it kinda went to a conversation I had about flirt tactics…or lack of them. So here's a Lilly-contemplating a relationship oneshot/drabble. This may not be up to my normal 'standards' of descriptors, cos…y'know…it's a drabble. Hence the whole short-shortness of it all

"Hi. You look really nice today…no, no, no. She looks nice every day." I pause, take another deep breath, and tried again, putting my best seductive smirk on. "I have to admit, I'm warm for your form…UGH! I'm not a GUY!" I walked away from my full length mirror and sighed heavily. Why is it that I can find the words when I joke around, or get into a heated conversation…but I can't find the words when it comes to the art of flirting?

Oh yes. I, Lillian 'Save It for the Dance' Truscott, have an absolute lack of tact when it comes to letting my deepest emotions show. For days, I've finally gotten the nerve to admit to my friend that I had feelings for her. Problem was I had the nerve, just not the words. I've never been Ms. Suave when it came to the entire dating world, and since the subject of my affections happened to be my best friend too, the fear of rejection prompted my sudden preparation. This is only partially why I've been speaking in front of my mirror for the past three days.

It started with a simple comment, an innocent frustrated remark that passed Miley's lips. 'I think I'm going to remain single for the rest of my life'. Granted, she was joking, I know, but it hit me hard. I mean, how could she possibly think that it would be a possible feat? She's charming, beautiful, wonderful, kind, smart…ok, ok, so maybe I'm biased. But honestly, at that moment, my heart fluttered because everything just clicked in my soul. I knew I was drawn to her from the moment we met, but while we continued to converse about being eternal spinsters, it was like a lightning bolt knocked me on my ass with no warning.

Now, to figure out how to approach Miley and tell her how much I like her without scaring her off. It seemed like an impossible task, because I had no clue on if she had any interest in me. Ok, granted, we did come to the conclusion that we both had no interest in men during one of our random discussions, though I did mention that I had a mini-crush on her brother, prompting a perked brow and 'skater girl say wha?' out of her. I still have no idea what she thinks of me. I mean, if I tell her, will it weird her out? Will she be flattered? Will she slap me and never talk to me again? These were the questions that haunted me at night…other than the whole pom pom pom poms thing.

So, here I sit, still in front of my mirror, until my phone chirped happily that I had a text message. It was a message from none other than Miley herself. I could feel that wide grin of mine unfolding as I read it. Lately, we had been conversing through texts and little phone calls here and there because she was out of state with a Hannah obligation, so it made my day whenever I heard her specific alert that I was receiving a message or phone call from her.

I tried to be subtle through text messages, but I think it may be too subtle. Unless, she was being subtle too…ARRGGHHH!!! I just don't understand this ancient art. I mean, I'm totally oblivious to advances, and when I try to make a move, I'm too cautious. There are times when I start to become blunt, and expose my emotions, but I wind up deleting the message and taking a long time to reply to her. Gah, why can't I just grow some balls?

Maybe I'll just tell her how I really feel.

Maybe I'll blatantly say 'I like you. Can we give this a try?'

Maybe she'll be flattered.

Maybe she'll say 'sure, why not?'

Most likely, I'll continue to be subtle, and hope for the best.