Authors Note: This is my first upload, I hope I did ok. It's a Demi and Miley love story, and it will be rated M for further chapters. Please enjoy :)

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Miley and Demi were sitting on Miley's bed in her bedroom. Her parents were out for dinner, and wouldn't be home before late at night. Braison was sleeping over at a friend's house, Brandi was at a party with some friends, Trace was on tour with his band, Metro Station, and Noah was sleeping in her room downstairs. They were more or less alone.

Miley was reading a book while Demi was trying to write a song. However, that was quite difficult because of her gorgeous best friend sitting so close to her, and she kept glancing at Miley's beautiful features. She stared at her silky chestnut brown hair, she just wanted to reach out her hand and slide her fingers through it. She kept her self from doing it though, because Miley would probably think that would be weird. Her eyes went to Miley's ocean blue orbs, currently too busy reading the pages in her book to be aware of Demi's admiring gaze.

And then there was her face. Her beautiful, flawless face with the softest skin in the world, and the most kissable lips in the universe. Demi couldn't count the times she had fantasized about kissing those lips, tasting her.

Her gaze wandered down her body. She was wearing a white see-through tank top with a black lacy bra underneath, and blue pyjama pants. She bit her lip.

'God, I want her so much,' Demi thought. 'Look at those perfect round breasts, I bet my hands would cup them perfectly. If I could just touch her like that once, I would definitely die a happy girl.'

She continued admiring her friend's sexy curves; her flat belly which she always have had a thing for, her tiny waist and her long, elegant legs.

'I wonder what she'd do if I just kissed her, right now. Maybe she'd like it. Maybe she'd let me touch her the way I so desperately want to touch her. Damn, it's so hard having all these feelings for someone who doesn't feel it back. To never get to show her exactly how much she means to me.'

She continued looking up and down Miley's body, not noticing that her friend had closed the book she was reading.

"Demi?"

She practically jumped out of bed at the mentioning of her name.

"Y-yeah?" 'My voice is trembling, great.'

Miley smiled softly to her friend. "Why are you staring at me?"

'Oh God, she noticed! What to do, what to do? Think of something!'

"Because I think you're beautiful." 'Nice save..'

She blushed. "You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course I do! Everyone with eyes do!"

"You don't mean that, you're just saying that because you're my best friend."

'I can't believe how low self-esteem this girl has. Has she not looked into a mirror lately?'

"How can you even think that's the reason I'm saying that?! Don't you dare think that you're not beautiful. Believe me, if I thought you were ugly or something crazy like that, we would most definitely not be on this topic right now!"

She giggled shyly. "I don't believe you though."

"Are you just fishing for compliments?" She asked, giving her a slick smile.

"No, that is not what I'm doing!" she protested. Demi just chuckled at her.

"That's OK, I'll play along with you."

"But I'm not.."

"Let's start with your amazingly hot body, shall we?"

She sighed.

"First of all, your legs.." She nodded towards them, slowly stroking her hand up and down the left one, causing Miley to inhale sharply.

"..is the legs of a super model. You are so hot wearing a short skirt or dress."

'Where does all this sudden confidence come from?'

"And your ass.." Demi grabbed her friend's hands and pulled her up so she was on her knees right in front of her, then slowly moved her left hand back to her ass and squeezed it lightly.

"..looks oh, so sexy, especially in tight jeans."

'Oh my God, what am I doing? She's gonna stop me any minute now. Yell at me, hit me, smack the shit out of me or throw me on my ass out of the house. Something!'

Miley bit her lower lip. "Demi..."

"Shush, I'm not done yet." Her hands went under her tank-top and moved up to her stomach.

"I've always had a thing for your belly. It's so tanned, and you kinda have a girl sixpack."

"No I don't." Miley smiled weakly at her, shaking her head.

"Yes you do." She bent down, placing little butterfly kisses on her stomach before her hands trailed further up her tank-top 'till she finally cupped Miley's two breasts, making Miley suppress a moan. "We should stop this now..." It just came out as a mere whisper.

'I know I should stop, but this has gone too far. I just can't. God, they fit perfectly in my hands, just like I imagined they would.'

Demi ignored her and started massaging her breasts slowly with the palms of her hands.

"Your breasts is.. Wow, amazing. So soft and nice. Not too small, not too big. Perfect."

'She's not stopping me. Why is she not stopping me? Does she actually like this? Her eyes is closing, her breath is getting heavier. I think it's turning her on. Maybe this is my chance to tell her how I feel?'

She reluctantly removed her hands from underneath Miley's shirt, making them cup her face instead, caressing her cheeks with her two thumbs. Miley's face was now only inches from her own, and she could feel her hot breath on her lips.

"I love your face. It's so beautiful, you look like some kind of angel sent from above. Especially when you are sleeping. And your hair, it's so smooth and silky. I just want to run my fingers through it." Which she of course did.

"And your eyes, God, your eyes.. I love staring into them, it makes me think of the ocean." Demi smiled softly to her, making Miley blush once again.

"You're so cute when you're blushing."

"Thanks.." Miley looked down. She had so many emotions bubbling inside her, she was afraid that she'd start crying if she'd look into Demi's eyes.

'What is going on with me? Do I like her? I've never thought of her that way, and suddenly she starts touching me all over, telling me how beautiful I am. I love her smooth fingers caressing my skin, it feels amazing. She makes me so light headed.' These were the only thoughts going through Miley's mind at the moment.

Demi placed her index finger under her chin, lifting it up so that she could look at her.

"But most of all, I love your lips." Her thumb slowly stroke her lips, sending chills down her spine.

"Honestly Miley, I can't count the times I've wanted to kiss you, you're so damn irresistible, especially when you make your pouty lips." She smiled to her, then finally let go of her and sat back on the bed.

"Don't you dare think you're not beautiful Miley Ray, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

'That's it, now she knows. No regular friend would do that to another friend, and tell her how much they want to kiss them. All I have to do now is to wait for her reaction..'

Miley slowly laid back down and put her head on her pillow. She squeezed her eyes together tightly, struggling to fight back tears.

"Demi, I never knew.."

"Of course not, I've never had the courage before to tell you.." she murmured.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"And say what?"

"How you felt damn it!" She sat up in bed, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Preferably before I started going out with Liam!"

'Why do I have to go out with that guy in the first place? Our relationship feels somewhat... Forced. Like I'm only being with him because everyone else want me to. Sure, he's hot, but I can't sit down and have a deep conversation with him, like I can with Demi. Who also happens to be hot, I'm just saying.'

"It's not easy to tell your best friend that you are madly in love with her. Your best friend, who happens to be a girl!"

"Then what the hell was this thing that happened right now?! It seemed pretty easy to me!"

"I don't know where that came from." Her voice was calm now. "It's just that... When you said that you don't believe you are beautiful, I really wanted to show you just how beautiful you are. Because you are Miley. I've said it before, and I'll gladly say it a million times if you want me to."

"Kiss me."

'Am I hearing things?'

"What?"

"Y-you heard me Demi. Kiss me before I change my mind."

She looked at her a couple of second, wondering if she really meant it. She then reached out for her, grabbing her hips and pulled her towards her, ultimately making her straddle her lap. Miley smiled warmly at her friend, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. Demi couldn't help but smile back at her, as she grabbed her head and pulled her into her, and their eyes closed as their lips touched.