Like Sand in My Hands
Plot Summary: Miley and Lilly have been growing apart since Miley started dating Jake Ryan. Now they're forced to be closer again by certain circumstances. Can they ever work it out?
Author's Note: I got this idea from a review that someone left me from my other story about Lilly and Miley being all enemies at first and I thought I'll give it a try. This is going to be a short one and will be concluded upon the next update. Stay Tuned and Thank You once again!
The school term has finally come to an end. This means fewer excuses for partying, dating and other things that my father isn't exactly a big fan of. We are all gathered at this new café that my father and Lilly's mother have decided to put up together. They have this great big plan of having us, "the kids", help them out for the first few months to get the café started and acquainted with the neighborhood.
I have desperately tried to get out of the situation with reasons like, I'm already living a double life and don't have enough personal time on my own, but to no avail my father wouldn't let me. We're a family, he says, and families stick together. They are now discussing ways on how to do the opening for the café. I couldn't help but sigh as I plop around the big sofa while reading a magazine. I scan some of the pages until a certain article caught my eye. It said, Hannah Montana and Jake Ryan: Still Going Strong.
A smile played upon my lips as I read the said article. For once, they got something right.
My good mood is ruined however by a loud screeching sound. I look up to see the culprit to be none other than, Lilly Truscott who has just arrived in her precious skateboard.
"Hiya, Mom! Mister Stewart!" She greets them in a rather loud obnoxious voice that makes me irritated.
"Lilly! It's been so long since I last saw you. Miley's just over there." My father said pointing out to my location as if it's the most important thing in the world. "Well, It's nice to see that we are all complete." My dad says in a cheerful voice, looking at everyone and being all proud as if we are one big happy family.
I know that he is still hoping for me and Lilly to reconcile.
Nah – uh. Never gonna happen.
With a feeling in my gut that someone is staring at me, I turn my head and sure enough I caught Lilly's eyes. I just narrow my eyes at her, hoping that she will get the message and just let me be.
She knows I'm glaring at her as she walks past me and sits in the sofa next to mine. She plugs her earphones to her ears while humming a tune softly to herself and gazing out past the parking lot.
I hope this supposed meeting of them and this bogus wanting – all – of - us to – be - here thing will just end.
"Hey bud, we got a favor to ask for the two of you." My father's voice said looking at Lilly and I, disrupting the eerie silence that has settled.
This cannot be good was the first thought to my head but I quickly recovered. A pop star has to always put their best faces forward no matter what.
I walk over to their table. Papers are scattered everywhere and I see my Dad look at me with those pleading eyes as if to say, Please work with me here, bud.
"What's that?" I ask him with a lump forming in my throat.
"I need you and Lilly to go back to the house and get some important documents. I can't believe I left it there. It's the blue and white folders. I believe it's somewhere around the table." He explains.
"Well I can just go alone so that Lilly wouldn't have to walk such a long way with me." I reason out looking for any excuses to not bring her along.
"Actually, I want to go and help you find those documents. I don't mind walking back." Lilly says piping in, looking at me with a small smile.
I look back at her shocked. What is she doing? I force a smile at her in return and I know she knows how fake of a smile it is.
Mrs. Truscott smiles at her daughter, oblivious to the silent war that is unfolding right before her eyes. She shares a happy look with my father, "Okay. That's settled. Take care, girls." She waves her hands towards the door as if dismissing us.
What the heck is going on? Is there some kind of plan that they are all in and I don't know about?
"Come on, Miley." Lilly says with a light tap on my arm and I shiver at her unexpected touch. It's been so long since I heard her say my name.
"Y-yeah." I reply in defeat.
Nothing good will come out if I reject Lilly and make a jerk out of myself in front of my father and her mother. It's always just about appearances, I reason out to myself.
The walk back home is a silent one. Not one of us daring to be the first to speak out and break the silence. It is so much more comfortable to just ignore each other.
I take a chance to glance at her and find her looking straight ahead at the path we are walking. She looks so deep in her thoughts. The ugliness of jealousy springs out of me again and I try my hardest to control myself. I hate how she fools everyone with her 'perfect girl' image. She's not. I should know that fact all too clearly. She has her faults and errors too but everyone is too preoccupied with my mess to even to look at hers. I can remember clearly just how they all criticized me for my ways as if I'm the only one who has a problem.
Miley your grades are falling.
I thought I taught you better than this, Miley! Coming home at this hour? Do you have any idea how worried we are?
You're drunk! You're grounded for a month. No phones, no parties and certainly no going out with that guy, Jake. That's final. Now go to your room!
What happened to you? We used to be best friends but now I feel like I don't even know you anymore, Miley. I know I'm just lame old Oliver compared to fabulous Jake Ryan but I thought you'd treasure our friendship far better than this.
Going all emo now, Stewart? Not even your loser buddies care about you anymore.
I shook the thoughts away from my head. They are too much. I will not cry. I can't let her see me like this. It will just make her victory sweeter.
All of a sudden, I feel something wet drop at my forehead. I look up and sure enough, droplets of water are falling. It's raining.
"We should hurry up or we're going to get soaked in the rain." Lilly says while quickening her pace.
I roll my eyes at her, "I know that, Truscott."
I clench my fists while also quickening my pace. Miley Stewart is not going down without a fight.
We arrive back at the house just in time before the rain poured down hard. I quickly switch the television on and sure enough it announces that there's a typhoon coming. A vibration coming from my phone pulled my attention out of the news.
"Hello." I answer.
"Hey bud, don't bother getting the documents back here anymore. It says that the rains going to be really hard and it's safer to just stay inside. You just relax back there at the house with Lilly. We're going to stay here in the café until the storm clears out."
Do I even have any choice? I thought to myself.
"Okay." I answer back in a monotone voice.
"There's some food at the fridge if you guys ever get hungry and remember to call me if there's an emergency."
"Alright, I got it. Bye."
First things first, I pull out my cell phone once more and sent a text message to Jake saying that I couldn't meet him tonight and to be careful because of the storm.
"Well, it's just the two of us then." Lilly declares as if it's not the most obvious thing in the world.
Her voice is cool as ever as she says this, her face impassive. I hate how she can be so calm at such an awkward time like this.
I give her a smile, I'm sure she can pick up just how gloriously happy I am to have her at the same house, much less being in the same room with me.
"Yeah, I guess it's just the two of us after all. I accept the fact how we can't help it that our parents are still naïve enough to believe that this friendship thing can still exist between us. But we know better than them, don't we? So please just mind your own business, Truscott. I want nothing to do with you. I don't want to go and be branded 'bad girl' again while you get to become their perfect image of a perfect daughter. I know you better than them and I know you're not the little Miss Perfect that everyone says." I say to her with all of the spite I can muster.
A smile is dancing on her face and a glimmer is showing in her eyes that I find myself really detesting.
"That's where it all boils down to, right? Then don't worry about me because I only show my imperfect side when I want to. Unlike some people, I know the meaning of self - control."
She smiles at me again and went up the stairs. "I'm sure Mr. Stewart wouldn't mind me using the bathroom to freshen up a little so I'm just going to head on up to your room. You can come with if you want to."
My eye twitches at what she said. How dare her! That's my room, my bathroom!
I hate that girl!
Calm Down.
I hate her!
Calm Down.
I really really hate her!
Calm Down!!
I take a deep breath and manage to calm myself down. I decide to just spend the time downstairs while willing the rain to go away so that I won't have to be stuck inside with the least person I would like to be trapped with.
Hours passed by but the pouring of the rain didn't lessen or stop. I sigh in defeat. It's been a long time but Lilly hasn't come back down since she showered and it makes me wonder at the evil things she's done to my room.
I climb up as quietly as I can. The door is half way open and I couldn't help but peek inside. It is my room after all.
She's lying on the bed, flipping through a magazine. She hardly even glances up at me as I step inside. I shoot a glare in her direction, not caring whether she sees it or not, and head to my computer. An image of Jake and I immediately comes up as the computer booted.
"Hannah Montana and Jake Ryan: Still Going Strong. Congratulations, Miley. Seems like a match made in heaven." I hear her say behind my back in a soft voice but I detect the small bit of mockery interlaced in her tone.
"Yes because you sure do know a hell of a lot about us being a match made in heaven, don't you?" I retort back to her.
"Why are you always like this?" She asks.
"Right. Why me? Why not you?!" I throw back at her.
"I just don't get you being with him." She replies.
"Why do you always do this to me?"
"What? I'm not doing anything except tell you the truth."
"I know how you are Lilly Truscott. You're after him and you're not going to get him from me!" I nearly scream at her, anger bubbling inside of me every damn moment she remains so damn calm.
"What? Oh please. You can't possibly believe that" She scoffs.
"I don't need to believe it because I KNOW."
"Know what?"
"You know it, don't even try to deny it."
"Oh, you mean getting talked and kissed by your stupid boyfriend?"
"He's not stupid and I saw what happened. You kissed him and don't try to make me look stupid."
"You mean how he tried to force himself on me when he thought you weren't looking. You really could do better than him, Miley." She says in an all knowing voice.
"So now, he's not good enough for you? Is that it?" I yell at her. She just shakes her head at me and pick up the stupid magazine once more.
"You're totally and completely missing my point."
"Oh yeah? Then what the hell is your point?"
"That I'm much more likely to be attracted to you than him."
"What? Is this one of your tricks again?" I ask her, confused with what she said.
"Just forget about it. I don't want your boyfriend, Miley." She says with finality in her voice and then proceeding to get up the bed and head straight to the bathroom.
I shoot the bathroom door a murderous glare, hoping it will crumble down to pieces. I hate how she's always doing this to me. Little Miss Perfect to everybody when in she's actually not. I hate how she even tries to deny herself. I know how much of a massive crush she's got on Jake way back when we were still friends. There's no point in believing her. A friendship cannot be based on lies.
My whole life changed with her out of the picture. More parties, more popular star friends and more opportunities came my way. I'll say life's been good to me so far. Why should I be lonely when I got a lot more friends for her replacement? Why should I shed tears for somebody I thought was my friend but betrayed me in the end? And why the hell do they even look at me in such a way like I lost the only good thing in my life when Lilly and I grew apart? That wasn't even my fault.
"Get out, I need to use the bathroom." I announce, hoping that she'll just walk out and leave me in peace.
A few minutes and still no sign of her, so I got ready to turn the knob but it was surprisingly not locked. I walk into the bathroom to see her sitting on the sink near the window with a cigarette between her fingers.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask her, a little bit surprised. I never knew she smoked.
"I'm just giving us both a little bit of a breather. That is, until you decided to join me." She takes a drag on the cigarette and blows it slowly out the window and onto the rain outside.
"Don't smoke in my bathroom. My father's going to kill me if he sees one of your cigarette sticks, so keep that for your self please. I don't want to be blamed again for something that you did."
"Oh no, daddy might punish you and not let you go out on a date. Or maybe he's going to cancel your credit cards so then you couldn't be able to dress yourself up for your slimy boy toy. Whatever shall we do?" She exclaims with an equally desperate and wild look that mocks me.
"Why should I even bother to dress myself up for anyone? Just so you can steal them and make them kiss you?" I shoot back at her.
For once she looks a bit pissed off. "I'm not interested in your stupid boyfriend. Why can't you get that through your head?" She shoots right back at me.
She glowers at me and hops off the sink after flicking the butt of her cigarette out the open window and annoyingly walking back out of the bathroom and towards my room.
I'm not going to let her get off so easily.
"Oh, really? Why's that? You only like the skater boys? Or maybe hispanic guys or emo boys? I wouldn't put it past you. C'mon, Lilly what is it you like?" I interrogate her. I don't know why this particular topic makes her lose her cool so much but I'm just too eager to piss her off badly.
"You want to know what turns me on, Miley Stewart? You want to know what I really like? Shall I show it to you? You don't even know and you consider yourself to be my ex best friend. What a disgrace." She retort back to me.
"Sure, why don't you show it to me. That way I can know why you're always such a pain to be with. Is it an unrequited love, Lilly darling? You got his name tattooed somewhere on your body? Maybe you even—"
Unexpectedly I find myself pressed back against the door. It's hard to breathe because she's so tight against me. I try to push her back with all the strength that I could muster, but I couldn't. I don't have enough force and I'm just not as strong as she is.
I can still smell the smoke left in her hair and taste it in her mouth as her tongue probes my mouth for entrance. Her lips are joined to mine. She is so aggressive yet there's this softness in her.
I can sense almost every curve of her body pushing against me. The fullness of her breasts pressed against my chest, her hips pressing into my stomach. I can feel the heaving of her torso as she breathes.
What the hell is going on? My mind screams. She's a good kisser though and her hands are sliding over my hips and sides. Her touches are so light yet also with urgency.
I'm still dazed as she gathers my hands above my head and pins them up there with one of her hands, holding my wrists tightly. I find myself surprised as I feel a sensation between my legs and realize how she's pressing one of her thighs between mine. She leaves my mouth for a moment and journeys downward while leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles to my jaw, neck and shoulders. It's weird and it's screwed up but I'm well enough past thinking rationally. All I can think of is the feel of her lips on me and I begin to grind against the hip and thigh she's given me.
She pulls up my top roughly, discarding them on the floor as she walks me to the bed until I fell back onto the mattress with her on top of me. She goes back to kissing me with a passion I've never experienced with anyone before. She manages to pin my wrists above my head once more with her hand while the other wanders through my body. I gave in to her that night with only the moon and stars as witnesses and the sound of the angry rain pouring down to be heard.
To be continued…
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