A/N: It is categorized under poetry because…it's a bit of drabble that I 'attempted' to turn into a bit of poetry. I am totally not much of a poet. And don't say anything about it rhyming, because it's not meant to rhyme at all. Anyway, I figure there's a first for everything. Oh and it's dedicated to Alvinfan07. Yes I said it straight out. So I hope you enjoy…Lilly's POV…
Why
One…two…three vibrates. Why do I smile from ear to ear when my cell phone vibrates?
I know it's you. I know it's another text from my girlfriend Miley.
Why can't I stop my constant smile of mine, with each button I push, for each letter to text back?
Because I know you'll answer within the minute, like you always do.
Why can't I stop laughing like and idiot at some conversations we have?
They're true, I know it and so do you and neither of us can deny it.
The inside jokes are the funniest part.
Discretely texting a conversation with you and having a conversation with some other people isn't so hard. But when I suddenly laugh out loud, it makes it all the more confusing for them.
But I know I'm right where I want to be. I just leave the room and keep texting you.
Why can't I stop texting you?
You're more then just a friend who understands me in lots of ways.
Why can't I stop?
Because you get me; you get me in a different way that nobody else does and that nobody else will ever do.
Most every one of the smiles on my face, from the day, are because of you.
In the middle of the day, a few vibrates in my pocket…I know it's you.
Even in the most inconvenient places, I still keep the conversation going.
Walking through store isles, head staring at my phone and reading, has actually been becoming a skill of mine.
Although laughing out loud while reading and texting back in public, is a bit embarrassing, I have to admit. But you're worth every second of it.
Then as the day ends, I plug in my phone to charge and get ready for the next day.
But just before I go to sleep, I hear another vibrate on my bedside table and smile at the goodnight text.
It's the small moments like this that I'm happy, that I didn't give up when looking for my diamond in the rough.
Why do I text her so much every day?
Because I like her way more then I know I should. That's why.
A/N: Like I said, short Liley, drabble. And once again, I'm not much of a poet, but personally, I think it expressed some feelings of mine. Anyway, please review…