Monday

Alex was currently in a hotel room, sitting on the foot of its queen-sized bed. Miley had rented the room for Alex's 17th birthday. The younger brunette herself was sleeping soundly under the warm covers of the bed. Alex rose from the matress, making it shift a bit, and looked back at Miley. A small grin spread across her face.

She's so beautiful. Alex thought. She mentally scolded herself for thinking like this again. She sighed heavily and looked away with a lowered head. She wouldn't allow herself to feel like this, not about Miley. Her Miley. She shook her head and chuckled at how stupid it sounded.

"She's my Miley, but she won't ever be mine." Alex laughed bitterly, looking back at her. Miley rolled onto her left side and nuzzled her cheek into her pillow. Alex chuckled again as she watched her move. She walked to the bedside and knelt down to study the sleeping girl's face.

"Adorable." Alex breathed. She brushed the hair out of Miley's face and then traced the younger girl's jaw with the tip if her finger. Miley's nose twitched like a bunny's and she leaned into Alex's touch with a murmur and a small smile. Alex pulled back once she saw Miley reacting and stood up with a sigh.

"I shouldn't keep doing this. I c-can't keep doing this. . ." she said to herself. She ran her fingers through her hair with a frustrated groan. "I can't feel this way about her. She's my best friend for Ham's sake! A-And she's a girl. I. . . I can't love her. It's-" Alex sighed and covered her eyes with her right hand. "It's wrong. I'm just so. . . screwed up." She groaned again and the arm she had raised dropped to her side. She went over to her suitcase and pulled out a small piece of wrapped up newspaper. She unraveled it and a sharp razor blade fell into the palm of her hand. With a sigh, the dark-haired girl shuffled into the bathroom. . .

A few minutes later, Alex emerged with two new cuts on her body. She almost felt better, but never really made it. She changed into a green 3/4 sleeved shirt and white skinny jeans to conceal her newest wounds and tiptoed across the room, trying not to wake Miley, but Miley stirred in her sleep regardless.

"Mmm. . . Alex?" she yawned, turning on her back. Alex bit her lip and faced her friend. Miley gingerly sat up, keeping the blankets snuggly wrapped around her body, and yawned again. She scowled at the sunlight that was coming in from a nearby window.

"Where are you going, Alex?" she asked, holding one hand up in attempt to block the light from her eyes. Alex smirked. Miley had never been a morning person. Alex made her way back to the bed and crawled onto it. Miley moved over a bit so Alex would have a place to sit.

"I'm not going anywhere." Alex stated, pulling her legs into an Indian-style sitting position. She looked at her feet.

Why'd Miley have to bring me here?

This question replayed again and again in Alex's head. It was hard enough to hide her feelings for Miley on a regular basis, and now they have to sleep in the same bed. Miley's a mover. She's a cuddler. Worst of all, she sleeps in her underwear. That's not bad from your point of view, but try having insomnia lying in a bed next to the girl you can't stop thinking about who unconciously snuggles into you, wearing nothing but a bra and underwear, protesting everytime you try to move. You can feel her warm breaths on the back of your neck; it gets harder to breathe for you, much less sleep. Alex went through that last night and somehow controled herself through the ordeal. She didn't get any sleep as you can imagine. Miley observed Alex, who was now completely silent.

"You don't like your present, do you?" Miley sighed. Alex's head shot up and her brown eyes met Miley's blue ones.

"No, it's not that, Miley." she said. "I, um. . . I-I love it." Miley shot her bestie a disbelieving look.

"Alex, you don't have to lie." she told her.

"But I'm not-"

"And I don't know why you would try and lie to me beacuse we both know I know you too well." Miley shot back, crossing her arms. She sighed briefly before continuing. "Look, if you don't like your gift, we can just go back home or something. We can leave right now if you want." Alex shook her head and laid back on the bed.

"I do like my gift, honestly." Alex explained. "It's just. . . why did you decide to come here?" Why the hotel out of town? Why the room with only one bed? Miley tossed back the covers and crawled over to Alex with a small smirk on her face. She straddled the older girl's waist and planted a kiss on her forehead, lingering a bit. Miley loved the tingly feeling she got every time their skin collided. She couldn't go through one day without kissing Alex's cheek or lacing their fingers together. Miley ached for Alex's touch. In her own way, she craved it. She had no idea why, but she did; it was like her own little drug. Alex bit her lower lip, feeling her body temperature rise. The raven-haired girl shut her eyes, desparately trying not to look at Miley's chest. The other brunette was wearing a hot pink bra lined with black lace and a matching pair of boy shorts. Alex could feel the heat on her cheeks. Her eyes betrayed her; her gaze drifted down. She felt ashamed, but only for a moment. She was only human, afterall. . . Miley abruptly pulled back.

"You seemed so stressed at home, Lex." the younger girl explained. "And we basically weren't talking 'cause we were so busy with school and family and stuff. Your parents noticed you were upset and so did your brothers. I was, well. . . I was worried about you." She smiled. "I didn't know what was wrong, but I wanted to help. I wanted to take you away from it all and spend some time with you. We haven't spent any time together in weeks. . . so I brought you here for your birthday!"

"But you know I hate my birthday." Alex complained. Miley giggled and got off of Alex. As she moved, Alex released a sigh, partly from disappointment, partly from relief.

"Too bad, cause your stuck with me for the next week." Miley announced, getting off the bed. Alex sat up and watched Miley's hips sway as she walked into the bathroom. She sighed and touched the spot on her forehead Miley had just kissed with her fingertips.

"This is going to be a very long week." she whispered aloud. "A very, very long week. . ."

And another story begins! :) I've had this for a while (and I was gonna make it a oneshot), but I broke it up and re-wrote it some. . . so now its gonna be a multi-chapter fic. =D I'm workin' on a lot of stories right now and I think they're gonna be oneshots. . .so just a heads up, I might not be updating as much. (but it's for a good cause, right? XD) Review, plz. It makes me happy. :3