I want you to make a choice.
I want you to choose me.
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It's freezing outside as she walks from the concert hall to the limosine.
Her breath makes whispy swirls of white; she watches as they float up and dissappear. Her driver nods as she approaches the sleek car, he opens the door for her and she slides in. She sits on the opposite side of the limo, her golden hair tied up in a knot and hidden underneath a bright blue sholder-length wig. Her wadrobe is as usual: tights, a skirt, layers of multicolored blouses, and a scarf, all of which don't match but sort of do in a weird way that only she could pull off.
The cold Jersey air flows in and is smothered by the heater as she shuts the door behind her. The other girl shivers but doesn't turn her eyes to the source of the chill, she stares at a point over the (fake) blonde's shoulder.
She pulls off her wig, shaking out the chesnut waves that fall from beneath it. She crosses her legs and intertwines her fingers, wringing her hands to avoid a subject that is sure to come up.
Her bestfriend heaves a sigh and says I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm not trying to make things difficult. The (real) brunette laughs dryly, but you are.
She nods, says yeah, I guess I am, and Miley drums her fingers on the window. She runs a hand through her blue locks (Miley wonders why she hasn't taken the wig off yet), her blue eyes blinking, trying (and failing) to come up with something to say.
What do you want, Lily?
Lily leans her head against the back of the seat, her eyes fluttering closed. Miley stares hard at her, daring her to say something, daring her to finally make sense of this.
What do you want?
Lily raises a hand to rub at her eyes, exhaustion shows on her pretty features and Miley knows what its like to feel so tired and so frustrated at the same time.
"What do you want? Answer me!" She's yelling now and Lily's eyes open to reveal blue flames. She purses her lips, Miley can sense it coming now, the end. The implosion. It's now or never, fight or flight, life or death, and Lily holds the decision.
Lily (finally) takes off her wig, she throws it far away from her, says I am so tired of this, of lying and pretending and games, I just want - I just want to be, and I want...
Her sentence breaks off, leaving jagged edges that scrape and cut Miley's skin, and she says what else, Lily, what else?
Lily pulls at her scarf, taking it in one hand and staring at the fabric, I want you to make a choice.
There's a moment of silence, and Miley can feel everything changing, the air around her stirring with confessions and truth.
And I want you to choose me.