Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, House or High School Musical 1, 2 and 3, Jonas, or any Celebrity w/ their last name changed that might appear.
The sun awoke in the early morning entering a young woman in her very early twenty's room. The light slowly crept across the room and discovered the woman mentioned earlier and another female, both asleep. That is until the light fully lit room causing one of them to stir and open her eyes. She looked at the other person lying with their arm lying across her waist and their head lying across her chest, along with her arm wrapped around their shoulder, and remembered the events of last night and smiled thinking how lucky she was to have this beautiful person next to her. She pulled the female closer to her and thought about how they ended up having a relationship together, and her memory brought up the past week's events, and boy has this past week been a mess.
Miley's POV
"Miley, you seriously need to tell her," one of my best friends Demi Torres said to me on Sunday morning. She took a sip of her coffee and looked at me expectantly waiting for me to say something. I don't know why she bothers to tell me this, she says the same thing every morning and my reply is always the same.
"And why exactly do I have to tell her?" I ask and look at her waiting for her answer that has been the same for the past two years.
"Because she might like you back." She tells me, taking another sip of her coffee. I take a sip of my own coffee and say to her,
"She won't and when I tell her I love her she'll probably slap me and walk out at my life forever, and I'll sit there and cry my eyes out while my heart breaks into a million pieces." I say matter-of-factly looking over at her. Demi stares at me for a second and then looks around the Starbucks we are currently sitting in. She then looks at me again.
"You know that will never happen, even if she doesn't fell the same way she'll still want to be your friend." She says quietly. I know she's right so I just stare down at the tile floor.
"Who says I'll be able to live with that?" I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper. Looking up at her, I can tell she doesn't have an answer.
Sorry it' so short but I don't have much time to write seeing as im grounded from the computer. I'll probably have another chapter up by tomorrow. But please, feel free to R&R
