"One last check?" Miley whispered to her friend. The two stood in front of Troy's house -music blasting from inside- for another one of those amazing parties that you don't remember because you were so drunk that night, you don't even realize what might have happened. No, not that kind of party... most of the time. Drinks were offered, but neither of the girls would except. The worst that would happen would be if Miley drove home a little buzzed -which only happened once, last year from the huge Halloween bow out. But that wasn't the point, the point was that the two teenage girls were headed into the last big party before the end of the school year.
"Breath. Pits. Boogies. Zits." Some habits are never broken.
"You're good."
"Surprisingly, so are you." Miley laughed as she opened the glass door. Glass.. oh gosh, I really hope no one saw our little self-check dance. Miley thought, locking arms with Lilly and smiling at some of the guests. "Sooo..."
"Okay, I'm bored already." The blonde confessed.
"Come on, let's dance like retards and laugh randomly!" Miley clutched onto Lilly's hands, driving them through a crowd of people sort of dancing with no effort at all. She twirled Lilly around a few times, "What's wrong with you?"
"I guess I'm tired.." Lilly shrugged, dropping her arms to her sides in defeat "Can we head home early this time?"
Miley snickered "Fine. How long can you last, lazy bum?"
"Ugh... like ten minutes?"
"You suck! Come on at least an hour. We just got here!"
"Yeah, but there's nothing to do!" Lilly looked around the room. "You're lucky I even came."
"Oh you just wanna find Oliver so he'll give you something to do.. probably him."
Lilly shoved past her friend, heading for the kitchen. "I don't do Oken!"
Miley followed, rolling her eyes. "Sure you don't. It's normal for me to walk past your house and hear 'Oh! Oh Oliver! Uhh!'" She smirked at the expression on Lilly's face.
"I don't moan like that!"
"Then how do you moan?"
Lilly grabbed a drink off the counter, without thinking took a sip. Pepsi.. phew. "I don't screw Oken! Just drop it!"
"Why? It's a fun topic. Your eyes get all angry!"
Lilly closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Miley."
"Okay. Okay." Miley tapped her foot to an odd beat coming from the radio speakers. "Okay.. fun-ness umm... Truth or Dare?"
And just like Miley wanted, "Dare."
"Okay.. hmm.." She pretended to be lost in thought. "I dare you to ride the Ollie Trollie."
Lilly's mouth didn't drop, instead her eyes widened to an impossible length before a "No." eventually came out of her mouth.
"You picked Dare. You too scared? I know you're not a virgin, so don't pull that one on me." Miley put her hands on her hips, practically lecturing Lilly. "I mean come on you've been going out for what five six months?"
"So? I don't tell you to go fuck with some guy." Lilly took a longer sip of the soda, avoiding Miley at the moment.
"Point taken. But whatever, you want to be a little wimp?" Amazing timing Oliver, "And let some skank steal you're .. somewhat-man?" Okay so technically, he was in a group of people. Not just girls, but Lilly's eyes flickered with jealousy all the same.
She slammed the drink down on the kitchen counter, and stormed through the crowds into the living room.
"Hey Lil-LaY!" Miley recognized the stupid comment, followed by a small blonde dragging the boy up the stairs by his wrist.
"I should be a professional match maker." Miley smiled to herself. No more lazy Lilly! Woot Party.. by myself. This plan just turned on me. My best friends are up stairs... and I'm down here by my self... that sucks.
-...-
"Lilly?" That was the third door she tapped on. "Answer or I'm coming in!"
"What?" Not Lilly's voice.
"Oliver. Come on, she wanted to leave."
"No I don't!" Lilly barged into the conversation.
"Lils, now I'm bored.. it's like a virus."
"Fine!" Lilly sighed.
"No!" Miley rolled her eye's at Oliver's begging. "Please? Two more minutes?"
"Baby... I'll call you tomorrow."
"Nooo."
Miley grunted as she heard the bed shift, "Hurry up! I'm starting the car."
"Oh my God. I love you, Miley." Oliver called to her.
She could hear another argument start between them, something about loving her more than Lilly. Some party.
-...-
The minutes grew longer before Lilly ran across the street to Miley's car. "Hey." She smiled brightly, closing the passenger door behind her.
"Have fun?"
"Did it piss you off?"
"Yeah."
"Then, it was awesome." Lilly's innocent -cough- smile twisted into a smirk.
"Oh shut it." Miley snapped, roaring the tiny sports car down the street.
-...-
She stopped the car outside her home. "Hey skank, sleep over my place?"
Lilly stuck out her tongue "Sure, why not." She unbuckled her seatbelt, and hopped out of the car. "Hey do you have your cell phone? I think Oliver stole mine."
"Yuppers." Miley dug threw her purse for the phone.
Lilly smiled as she felt strong arms gently wrap around her waist. "Did you like stalk me here?"
Miley looked up and dropped the sleek cell phone. She couldn't even scream before a pair of hands covered her mouth and pulled her arm back, threatening to brake it.
It wasn't some stupid joke Oliver was pulling, because Miley could hear Lilly's cries. He wouldn't go that far, he can't handle when she cries... It was real.