A/N: Something I came up with earlier. There won't be anything too graphic in this story. I'm not even sure I'm going to actually continue this.
"You know, if I had some marshmallows, we could make those squishy things you made during that camping trip." I said to my best friend while eating graham crackers on her living room couch.
"S'mores?" she replied. She sat and munched on a chocolate bar.
"Yeah, those were good." I bounced up and down in excitement.
"You really liked them? We used to make them all the time back in Tennessee." She said before getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"Wow. We should take a trip to Tennessee!" I exclaimed, thinking of all the s'mores waiting for us. My mouth began to water just at the thought of the gushy, yummy, delicious-
"MARSHMALLOWS!" I Yelled, jumping up from the couch and running towards Miley who was holding the fridge open with one hand and a bag full of marshmallows in the other.
"Whoa, slow down there, Lils." She stopped me with one hand and held the marshmallows behind her back.
I waited until I heard the fridge door shut before lunging forward to get the marshmallows from Miley's grasp.
Easily, she side-stepped me and stood behind the island counter in the middle of the room.
"Miley Ray Stewart," I tried to say in my most serious voice, "if you know what's good for you, you'll hand over those marshmallows."
Even when I said it, I knew it sounded like an empty threat.
My hopes of her not noticing vanished when I saw her give me a small smirk.
"What's good for me, huh? What did you have in mind, Lillybear?" she raised one eyebrow before smirking even bigger.
'She did not just call me that! She knows how much I hate that name.' I glared at her slightly.
'I need those marshmallows!'
A/N: R&R please. It's really short, but I can write more I'll continue if I get more than 4 reviews...lol..