Authors note: So I got bored one night, I haven't been able to really write much these past few months and I heard the song "Alone In This Bed (Capeside)" by Framing Hanley. There a band from Tennessee that is fairly new to the world of music. It's a good song, and I'd suggest it to anyone really.

Disclaimers: I don't own ANY thing other than this fanfiction story plot, so no copywrite infringement intended! And besides, there WOULD be a Liley if I had a hand in the Hannah Montana

Sleeping With Only Memories

By

Rain2009

Groggily, pair of bright, powder blue orbs open, and readjust to the sight of the dimly lit room. Her first reaction is rolling over to check her cell, only to find the time of 1:30 AM staring back at her instead of the words "New Message". With a quiet tap, the phone was set back into its same resting place. Pulling the red sheets up to her chin, the blonde snuggled deeper into the bedding, the soft, warm bed that felt so big and empty without her.

The soft, swooshing of the ocean waves as the tide crashed in and out could be heard from outside her balcony door. Lilly's ears strained to hear the annoying sound of her cell vibrating against the wooden nightstand. With every fiber of her being, the blonde hoped that she would want to make it all better. To change everything that had happened.

This had been the routine for the past month: Waking up, going to work, coming home, showering, forcing herself to eat something, then going to bed, only to wake up several hours later, wishing she was there. It just didn't feel right not waking up without her; without Miley by her side.

They had been best friends for the past five years, and lovers for the last two. Lilly had gotten used to going to bed beside her just about every night, or falling asleep to the sound of her voice, then waking up to her beautiful face her either way.

It was getting harder and harder every night, for every time she closed her eyes, memories, images, visions of her would flash beneath the unopened lids. Sometimes Lilly would swear she could feel her soft breathing against her bare neck.

The ocean was outstretched before them, sparkling like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. Lilly sighed, as she tried to calm her pounding heart. She wanted so badly to tell her how she felt, to just get it out into the open air, but to say she was afraid, was the understatement of the millennium.

"Please Lilly; just tell me what's going on, because I'm losing it a little more, every time you say 'It's nothing'. There's obviously something. You've got to give me a hint, because I've tried to guess everything in the book." The brunette exasperated, Miley then sighed, taking the blondes hands into her own. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

"You want the truth?"

"The whole truth and nothing but it."

Lilly swallowed hard, before taking in a deep breath. "The reason I've been acting so crazy lately is because, for the past four months or so, I've found it getting increasingly harder to breathe when you look at me."

Lilly found her tongue just taking control of her words, spilling them from her lips before she had a moment to censure them. Miley just sat there, looking at her best friend, her face completely unreadable.

"I find myself craving you attention. I can't help it; I just… want to be around you. It's not normal, it's not the way other girls feel about there best friends. And maybe all of this is because I want to be more than just your friend. I've tried to stop my feelings, and believe me, if I could I would just wish away all my feelings for you but I can't, I just can't Miley."

When Lilly finally finished, the brunette just sat there, the lack of speech made even the quietest of graves look like a frat party. Not once did she tear her gaze away from the blonde before her. Her eyes burned into her with such intensity that it made Lilly just want to hide underneath a rock.

"Please, say something…" Lilly's voice managed to squeak out, her hands trembled, and in that moment, Miley seemed to snap out of it.

"Is this all true? You've been feeling the same things…?"

"Yes, I- wait, you mean to tell me, you've had the same thoughts?" Lilly's voice cracked with excitement, and fear mixed together.

"Almost the exact same…?"

"Eeep!" Lilly squeaked, pulling Miley into a bold and fierce hug, both giggling like catholic school girls. When the bubbly tomboy finally calmed herself, she looked her best friend in the eye. "So, um, what exactly does this mean, for us?"

"Well, I know what I want it to be, the question is, what do you want it to be?"

"Something amazing." Was the short, simple reply.

Sighing with frustration, Lilly, threw off her covers, and grabbing up a small object off of her dresser, she quietly walked over to her balcony door, and upon opening it, stepped into the cool, night air that only a California Fall could offer. Wrapping her arms around herself, Lilly leaned against the balustrade, her eyes focused on the dark sky. In her eyes it resembled a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. In her mind, if there was a man upstairs, he owed her one big time. It didn't matter to her where Miley was; just that she could hold her in her arms again.

The object was a photograph that Oliver took of them a few months ago.

The picture was one of many Oliver captured during a weekend that the Three Musketeers and Oliver's girlfriend had taken. But this shot in particular wasn't staged or posed like ninety five percent of the others. Just a passing moment Oliver was lucky to catch with his camera.

Lilly remembered that night – it was a really chilly, night, and Miley kept close to Lilly who was lying on the fold out chairs, Lilly's heavy red sleeping bag wrapped around them. In the picture, Lilly's right arm was wrapped around her girlfriend, their foreheads pressed together while Miley played with the locket around her neck, listening to what she was saying, small smiles playing at there lips.

She still couldn't remember what it was that she had said to her – maybe something silly – but it didn't matter. Whatever it was, she was damn glad Oliver had his camera that night.

She couldn't help but feel, that living in old photographs like this would never cease. Lilly knew that if there was some how, some way she could make this right, Miley would be back by now.

Fresh tears pricked at the back of her eyes, and she wiped them away in frustration. She had shed enough tears on the situation, but the pain still didn't seam to vanish, but instead it only intensified.

Lilly was lying on her bed, her long, beautiful, blond hair pulled up. Bright blue eyes darted across the page of the book "Maximum Ride: The Angle Experiment" when she suddenly grew very shy, and looked up, right into the beautiful baby blue eyes of her girlfriend of 6 months. Their faces grew closer and closer, until soft sweet lips met Lilly's.
The two girls eventually got so lost in the kiss, and completely let their emotions take over as Miley felt her soft tongue lick across Lilly's lips as it pressed harder against them and she slowly opened letting her tongue dip into her mouth. The feeling was incredible, as her silky hand swept slowly down Miley's arm her fingers momentarily interlocking with hers then sliding down over her hips. Lilly broke the kiss for a moment, her breath heavy and her cheeks flushed, her eyes had barely begun to open before the sweet cherry taste of her lips were on hers once again, as Lilly's tongue slid along her lips, soft and smooth, but that wasn't what her mind was focusing on.
Her hand was what ever ounce of her person was focusing on; the soft graceful manicured hand was slipping along the bend of her knee and traced its way up the side of her lovely body. It dipped under the heat of her shirt, her fingers were cool and shrill bumps ran their way around her trembling body.

Lilly's eyes sprung open and the breath she had been slowly drawing in through her nose got caught somewhere inside, a soft cough would have erupted from her mouth if it wasn't securely attached to Miley's, her genital fingers were now dancing little circles where no other persons hands had ever been, she let a soft moan erupt from the slowly swelling lips. Somewhere deep with in her something she had never experienced before had awoken.

Her heart pounded madly inside her chest an ache formed in her bones as she attacked Miley's mouth wanting more, more of her, more of her touch, her taste, her scent, more of the way she was. The pounding in her heart had increased and moved steadily through her whole body, and was now in her ears a steady boom, boom, as though someone was running.

Lilly's fist pounded into the wooden railing, as she tried to shake the memory from her mind, her eyes returning to the sky, this time, trying to stop the now steady flow of tears. 'If there was a God, he should know that he owes me a favor.' Her mind screamed bitterly.

She knew where it had all gone wrong. The sounds of that day still rang in her ears, the memory playing over and over in her mind like a movie on repeat.

The girls lay underneath the covers of Miley's bed; there body's pressed against one another, the two basking in there scent.

"Morning love," Miley's thick Tennessee voice whispered, while her lips played along Lilly's neck. With a low moan, the blonde rolled over, her lips meeting the brunettes in a small giggle. Unable to control herself, Lilly maneuvered her body so that she was straddling Miley, the covers falling down past the blonde's waist. The taller girl's fingers trailed underneath her baggy, navy blue shirt; nails digging into her lovers back. They were so absorbed into one another, they failed to notice that the door wasn't locked; they failed to hear the sound of Robbie's voice, as he entered the room.

Lilly was thrown from Miley, and onto the floor with a hard thud.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing!?" His voice snarled out in a vicious yell, causing knots to form in the pit of Lilly's stomach. "This is not how your mother and I raised you! We've taught you morals!"

"You've also taught me how to love!" Miley shrieked, tears now streaming down her face.

"I did not teach you that this was acceptable behavior!" A very angry and upset Mr. Stewart rounded on Lilly. "Get out of my house, your no longer welcome here!"

With reflexes like those of a cats, he snatched up Lilly's arm with one hand, and hulled her to her feet, grabbing her duffle bag as he dragged her out of the room and down the stairs, a pleading Miley following close behind.

"Daddy, daddy I love her!"

That stopped Mr. Stewart in his tracks. He lowly turned, and faced his only daughter. His words were like venom from a cobra; uttered in a deadly whisper. "You disgust me."

"Yeah, well I hate you!" instantly the husky man released Lilly, and his hand cracked across the brunettes face, and in horror of what he had just done, he strode past her, and retreated up the stairs, tears rolling down her face at the sound of a slamming door.

'Oh no.' Lilly looked at her trembling girlfriend, and met soaked red eyes, her head shaking.

"Get… out…" Miley's shaking voice whispered, as she held her now reddening left cheek with both her hands.

"What?" Lilly croaked.

"You heard me! Now get out of my house." Terrified, Lilly reached out, and gently took Miley's hand only to have it roughly yanked away. "No! I told you to get out, now get out!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of it all. Her face turned ashen and it seemed as if all the emotion had been sucked right from her very soul.

Unsure of what else to do, Lilly picked up her bag, and started for the door. With her hand on the door knob, Lilly turned to face Miley. "I still love you." Lilly then opened the door and ran out. Her feet had a mind of there own, as they lead her to the ocean. The athletic teen ran down the beach, until her knees gave out from underneath her, and she collapsed into the cold sand. The blonde girl cried out to no one, white hot tears streaming down her face.

Lilly shook her head, nausea twisting deep inside her stomach. The soft breeze blew her hair into her face, and the defeated teen hung her head, eyes closed. Somewhere in the distance, there was a faint thud. The cool wind played on her scalp, sending chills down her spine. Knowing that she needed sleep, she turned to head back into her room when her eyes met a pair of deep blue orbs.

Miley's broken from stood before her. Dark bags hung underneath her eyes, and she looked just as distressed as Lilly. When she spoke, her voice was guttural, and her accent more defined. "H-hey…"

Her eyes dart to her Converse that her lover had bought for her last Christmas. It was also, in that moment, that Lilly noticed she was wearing the brown hoody that Lilly had loaned to her. "How did you get up here?"

"I climbed up to the balcony." The short reply came. Silence filled the space between them, and Lilly fought off the urge to run into Miley's arms and apologize. But it wasn't her place to apologize. Her eyes dart to everything but Lilly.

"Okay, so just let me say what I have to say and then I'll go. I do wanna apologize for what I did to you."

"Miley-"

Gently, Miley cut her off. "Just, listen to what I have to say. I apologize all the time and I never do it right, so I want to this time. Lilly, I'm so sorry for what I've done. For freezing you out, and running away from a problem I should have turned around and faced. It's just… he is the only parent I've got left, and when he said that..." her voice cracked. "Jackson hasn't even talked to me since then.…"

Miley shook her head. "Lilly right now, I don't know what's up or what's down, but I do know that I need you, and I hope that you need me too."

Miley stopped talking, swallowing hard fighting the urge to cry. Then, with shame in her eyes, she finally looked at Lilly. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve someone who is so amazing, kind and caring as you are. Will you take me back? If you don't… I understand."

Lilly's next breath was short, and just as shaky. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Do you mean that?" She whispered a small smile on her lips.

Lilly nodded, "Yes." the soft whisper came.

"Thank you." Miley's bottom lip trembled violently, as she pulled Lilly into a warm, soft kiss, her hand cupping the side of her face.

As they pulled back, there eyes remained closed, and there, underneath the stars, with their foreheads pressed together, Miley whispered the simple truth. "I love you."

Lilly smiled her next words a statement. "I love you."

I'm not sure how I like this story. In reality, I think that Mr. Stewart would be a lot more understanding, but then again, I thought my dad would too, and he ignored me for about two months when he found out about me. Review and let me know what you think though! I kinda had fun writing this…reviews are always welcome!!!