-femme fatalle-
liley.
By Katie
a/n: Well, I'm at school right now and I'm feeling sort of bored. So here is my random little Liley one-shot that is romantic, but at the same time isn't...
disclaimer: Hannah Montana, Miley Stewart, and Lilly Truscott aren't mine. Got that?
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The meaning of "femme fatale" was sort of fuzzy to Miley. According to Wikipedia, it meant someone seductive and alluring and deadly and dangerous. The phrase didn't seem to fit anyone Miley actually knew.
She knew that she definitely wasn't one. Miley was too much "femme", not enough "fatale". Her mother had been the same way. Her father's mother seemed way to "fatale" and not enough "femme". The woman took ju-jitsu classes for God's sake.
Amber and Ashley? Too femme. Saint Sarah? Too femme. Becca Weller? Too freaking FEMME! The Cracker? Too fatale most definitely...
Miley couldn't think of anyone she knew that was both "femme" and "fatale"!
She thought about it for days on end, unable to come up with one girl she knew.
And then, one day while watching her best friend Lilly Truscott go from kissing Oliver to to screaming at Jackson...it hit her.
Lilly was a femme fatale. Boys had been drawn to her ever since she'd decided to cut her hair and wear slightly differently clothing. And Miley knew that Lilly loved toying with guys, smiling at them, toying with them, and then turning them down as soon as she asked them out.
But she still cried over The Notebook and she still had a major obsession with "Gossip Girl". Lilly still loved Jesse McCartney, and she still cried and ate pistachio ice cream when boys broke up with her.
Miley didn't know how Lilly was deadly. Lilly was disastrous for Miley, dangerous for Miley. Though Miley wasn't sure how. Or maybe she did know how...she was just afraid to admit it.
Lilly had never cared about what other people thought. Maybe when they were younger, maybe when she was 15 and still fairly naïve.
But Lilly was 18 now, and people knew that she would die her hair black and wear a pair of red fishnet stockings to school...and not care what anyone else thought.
Miley wished she didn't think so much about what other people thought. And she wished she wasn't so scared about...life.
Lilly wasn't scared to face anything. Another femme fatale quality.
Miley knew she would never be like that. She would never be like that.
But that's okay. She would leave all of that femme fataling to Lilly.
It seemed like too much work anyway.
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Okay, well, the ending is a little rushed, but don't blame me. I'm still working on this whole Liley thing, okay?
Please don't review with "so cute" or "awesome" or "ud soon" or anything.