Alright, second fiction story for the website. Let's hope I can do this one justice. Sorry I couldn't update sooner, I had to convert the Word Document. But anyway, there's a lot more projects coming up and now guess what? TRACK IS STARTING!!! FML!!!

Oh and P.S. I just gotta say that I am still new to this entire internet community thing. So I do not know how to message back or even what some of the lingo is like PMS. I know for a fact that it doesn't deal with the female things. =)

That, plus I'm not so sure what I was supposed to do when it said that I reached the maximum 15 document limit. I panicked so help please!

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It Was You, Wasn't It?

Mikayla's POV

I listen intently to the music as I watch my peers on the dance floor. Nate glanced over at me again for the thousandth time tonight to see if I was watching him with three or four girls all over him. I roll my eyes. This is getting ridiculous!

Sure, I like him and all, and the tabloids say that he likes me, but I don't know. He just likes to flaunt himself in front of me. It's like saying, "Here I am, come get me because I'm not making the first move."

Me? I'm too chicken to do anything. Sure, it may seem like I'm not shy because of how I dress and how I act around paparazzi with total confidence, but that just feels like a façade.

Not being able to see Nate being smothered by girls in the middle of the dance floor, I decide to take a look around at my settings. There are ribbons, streamers, balloons everywhere in this house. Heck, I wouldn't mind living here like the Gray Brothers do. The spiral staircase that leads upstairs is packed with dancing teenagers and I can see out the glass door that the pool area is also packed with teenagers giggling and throwing people in.

Looking at all these celebrities make me wonder where my best friend is, Mitchie. I lost her on the froes of entering the house. She must have snuck away when I was staring at Nate. She seems to do that a lot lately. I don't know what's wrong with her. I remember the day I told her I liked Nate, she looked completely…I don't know the right word…heartbroken? Pain was coming off of her in waves but she just kept her cool and fake smiled. I knew that she was playing the 'best friend role'. Anybody with eyes could see that Mitchie wasn't feeling too good about Nate and surprisingly from his behavior, the feeling was mutual.

I venture through the house, still attempting to locate my friend, pushing through either drunken, dancing, sweating, and even horny bodies. Disgusting. So much for a great New Year's Party.

Seeing two heads in the corner, one of curly blonde hair and another of curly brown hair, I realize its Mitchie talking to Lilly deep in conversation. They surprisingly became friends after the whole Jake Ryan movie incident. After a few weeks of Lilly and Miley hanging out with us, Miley came out to us that she was actually Hannah Montana. Imagine that, the one girl that I actually pick to be friends with, she's the one that I 'loved' to hate. Once again, another one of my facades.

Noticing Mitchie's expression I can see that she's really tense. It worries me. The last time I saw her like that was when she did her first concert after Camp Rock.

Closing in on my target I wrap my arms around her waist from behind.

"Hey there, sexy," I whisper huskily in her ear. Lilly gives a shocked look then giggles. Mitchie must have a funny look on her face. I start to laugh at Lilly's expression and giggling, not even realizing that Mitchie shivered. I just tighten my grip on Mitchie's waist.

Mitchie turns her head slightly so I can look in her eye.

"Hey there, gorgeous. What've you been doing? Sorry I bolted but uh, Skater Girl over here needed assistance with something," she states, motioning towards the blonde standing against the wall in front of us.

"No problem. But uh, you know I can help too, right, Lilly?" She gives a panicked expression at being called on.

"Um, uh, nothing. Just uh, only something Mitchie and I know about. Sorry, Mikayla." It makes me feel weird knowing that Mitchie and Lilly know something that I don't. They've been having these secret meetings ever since I introduced them and it's getting difficult. I don't know. It's just…not in me to share Mitchie.

I'm about to respond but am cut off by a record scratching and suddenly the entire house groaning. My god, when did teenagers all have one brain.

"Alright, everyone. Get your chapstick and moisturize up, grab your partners and get ready for the New Year because the countdown is T-Minus 5 minutes," states the DJ. I laugh as he plays the most predictable song next after that announcement. 'Five Minutes to Midnight' by Boys Like Girls.

"Oh! Well, ugh, hey Mitchie, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you come with me real quick? We still need to finish our conversation." Lilly states this rather quickly, already pulling Mitchie up the stairs before she can answer.

For the second time that night, I am deserted by my best friend. You know, sometimes I wonder what I would do without that girl sometimes. She's my best friend and always there for me. But she seems distant lately. It worries me. I decide to wait for her and just listen to part of the song.

"And when the clock strikes twelve

Will you find another party, go and kiss and tell?

'Cuz you know I never will

I think we should strike a match

We'll hold it to the wind to see how long it lasts

We can make the time stand still"

That's funny. The very thought of kissing at midnight is irrational and seemingly very cliché. I do not see the point. From what I can tell, there's only one person that I want to kiss tonight. Nate. But he's too busy playing hard to get and I'm too busy being a chicken so what's the point?

I'm knocked out of my ranting thought process when the music is once again cut off and the crowd groans.

"Alright, lovers. You know what the time is. So grab your partner and get ready for the rest of the year. 2009 starts in T-Minus 10" the countdown starts and the giant TV screen turns on to see the ball drop.

"9" Mitchie's gone.

"8" I can't find Lilly either.

"7" Miley has found her way up to me, looking for Lilly who was also abandoned by her best friend.

"6….HEY!!!"

Suddenly the lights go out. Its pitch black and some of the girls start screaming. I don't know what's going on and neither does anyone else.

"Mik-" I hear Miley right beside me but then her voice sounds muffled as if someone were…kissing her?

"Mi-" I start but am cut off by…lips? I struggle against the person and attempt to scream but their lips muffle my cries.

The more I feel the lips on mine, the different it is. They're not rough or scratchy like other guys'. They're soft, inviting, and warm. It's intoxicating. The person's hands are soft, not rough like others.

I moan as I feel their tongue beg for entrance. I grant it without a second thought and soon we're battling for dominance. I groan in the mystery person's mouth which in turn causes them to have a similar reaction. The deep vibrations and the fact of this mysterious person makes the kiss even more intoxicating.

My hands make their way into this mysterious boy's hair. It's soft and curly at the ends. The only problem is, the person is wearing a hat, so I am unable to further explore.

Strange. I thought I heard a small gasp from somewhere to my side and a small bright light but I was already seeing stars.

"Sorry for that everybody." It was Shane. "Guess we won't be seeing the ball drop this year. But hey, next year's good too, right?"

With one last lick goodbye, the person releases their grip from me. I open my eyes to complete darkness. Within seconds the lights are back on. Miley is next to me, dreamy expression plastered on her face. She gives me a weird look because DANG! I must be wearing the same one.

"Did you just happen to have the most amazing kiss of your life with a complete stranger in the dark and are desperate to find them?" I ask out of breath.

She nods slowly, as if unsure what had just happened was a dream or not.

"God, my lips are still tingling," the southern girl states in a thick drawl. I nod. I've never felt so electrified in my life. The kiss was intoxicating and I'd be damned if I didn't figure out who it was.

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Mitchie's POV

I run away as fast as I can. It's difficult because every fiber in my body is telling me to run back. Back to what I may have just ruined or created. Back to my best friend. My best friend who I just happened to kiss and make out with. God, I knew my long term feelings for her were no good. Yeah, that's right. I'm in love with Mikayla, my best friend…and I can never tell her.

Adrenaline rushing through my body, I open the door that Lilly and I met and departed earlier.

I open in and she's sitting in there on the bed breathing heavily.

"That *gasp* was *gasp* AWESOME!" she declares.

"So you kissed Miley, right?"

"Psh. I hope so. From the sounds and feelings of her, I barely got out of there in time. She kept biting my bottom lip and pulling me back. Ugh my god, so sexy." I chuckle. Lilly was also in my predicament. Unrequitedly in love with her best friend.

"Hey," she asks a little later. "Did you happen to hear a small gasp and feel light on you?"

"Yeah, actually I did. It was really weird. I just thought it was Miley and you or Mikayla."

"Really?" Her panic face is one. I gulp as she finishes her sentence. "Because I thought that was you."

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Unknown POV

Night vision goggles with camera installed on, I make my way through the screaming crowd. Whoever did this stupid blackout is going to pay. I missed my chance with Mikayla.

As the screaming dies down, I am shocked to hear a moan. Followed by another and another and another. What the hell? No one better be having sex in my house!

I turn left where I hear the noise.

I gasp.

What the hell?!

Mitchie wearing a beanie, making out with Mikayla!

Lilly wearing a skateboarder hat, making out with Miley!

No freakin' way!

I try as hard as I can to quickly take a picture. The menu takes forever the set up.

'Pictures Saved'.

'Oh yeah,' I think as I run my hand through my short curly black hair. 'This is gonna be good. Watch out you two. I'm going to make your world's a living hell…'

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