I don't own Hannah Montana, its characters, songs, blah blah... Enjoy reading.
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It's bright. Like, blindingly bright. I can't see anything but whiteness. My eyes are starting to hurt because of it. I keep them squinted almost to the point of them being closed. Where am I? I hear a soft rustle of something to my left, causing me to look in its direction. The white nothingness slowly began disappearing, and in its place, the outline of a person formed. I look all around where I am, starting to see trees, a pond, and beneath me is the greenest grass I've ever seen. Apparently I was just staring at the sun. I prop myself up with my elbows, trying to figure out where I am. I look back to the figure, now fully visible through my blur-free vision. A girl, leaning up against the trunk of the largest tree in this secluded park, is smiling down at me. I recognize her immediately.
"Glad you finally decided to wake up. It was getting a tad lonely, sitting here on my own." She said, not breaking her smile. I lift myself up into a sitting position, and face by body towards her.
"Sorry Miles. I don't even remember dozing off. And to tell you the truth, I don't even know where we are right now." She laughed, but I was still utterly confused. I don't really care where we are... I'm just glad she's here with me. "What have you been doing this whole time?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.
"Nothing really. I pretty much just watched you sleep the entire time." I instantly felt my cheeks start to flush. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just started ripping grass out of the ground, chunk by chunk. Get a grip, Truscott. Don't let her see your nerves.
There was a long pause, where neither of us said a word. I can still feel her eyes upon me, but I don't dare look up. My nerves hadn't really settled before I felt some courage grow within me. I suddenly didn't care about making a fool of myself in front of my best friend. I took a long breath, before opening my mouth.
"Hey Miley?" I break the silence, and finally look up to meet her smiling eyes. "Can I talk to you about something kinda important?"
"What is it, Lilly?" She's so cute, oh my God... Here goes nothing. I get up from my spot in the sunshine, and walk the few feet in between us to join her in the shade of this huge tree, sitting myself directly in front of her bent legs. I take a few deep breaths, in and out, and blurt out what's on my mind.
"I'mdesperatelyinlovewithyou!" Yeah, that's REALLY good, you idiot. How is she supposed to understand a word you said? She looks at me, with a slightly confused look on her face. I can't believe I have to repeat that. This time, I can't seem to un-glue my eyes from the grass. There I am, pulling it out again. "I'm in love with you, Miles... I've been trying to get myself to tell you for the longest time, but I've been too afraid of how you'd react." I'm peering intently at the ground, scared of what she's going to do or say.
I then feel a gentle hand cover my cheek. I immediately stop fidgeting with the grass. I unconsciously lean into her hand, feeling myself start to melt. I lift my gaze from the ground, meeting those same gorgeous green eyes that I have had memorized for years now. Before I have the chance to get another word in, I feel the softest of lips being pressed against my own. My heart feels like it could lift me off of the ground, with how hard it 's fluttering right now. I can't help but allow my eyelids to close, kissing her back and taking in every waking second of what can't possibly be anything more than the greatest dream of my life.
At that thought, I feel my body being pulled backward, away from the girl I love, and her perfect lips. I grab onto her hands as tightly as I can, but I can't stop myself from continuing to slip into the air and back towards the sun. I scream out for her, but before I know it, I'm being shaken violently and yelled at by a womans familiar voice.
I jump up in my bed, scaring my mother enough to make her leap. "You're going to be late for school, get up!" I stare at her blankly, before realizing that I completely just jinxed myself. I hop out of bed, stomping my way into the bathroom in my room, slamming the door behind me. I twist the hot water to my shower on, before shouting out a distinct 'UGH'. I could hear my mom let out a squeak of surprise from behind the door. Well, at least I got past my nerves in this one. I jump underneath the steaming water, washing off the artificial happiness that comes with falling asleep, and prepared myself for another day filled with the harsh reality where Miley Stewart knows nothing of how deep my feelings for her go.