AN: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it ended up being so much more. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Rain

Michael Harris was literally cursing himself as he began his walking trek home. He managed to put off getting his truck fixed for another week just because he was too stubborn and not thinking clearly. Thanks to that little lapse of judgement, he found himself walking home, not too far from his house, but far enough that he was going to be mentally berating himself for that little walk home.

"Man, I hate walking. If I wasn't in a crowded city, I would fly home." Michael said, looking up at the cloudy sky. "Well, at least it is not raining."

No sooner than when he said those words, a lightning bolt flashed across the skies, and the sky opened up, releasing the forth coming rain.

"Oh, great. Nice." Michael moaned. Knowing that he was almost home, he decided to make a run for it. He ran through the rain, and he felt himself getting soaked faster than if he was walking. Just as he reached his street, his foot caught on something, causing him to fall and hit his head on the concrete sidewalk.

Dazed and confused, Michael stood up, and went to his front door, knocking with all of his might, praying that someone might be home.

To his shock, and surprise, a familiar brunette answered the door, but it wasn't his stepsister Melody, it was his friend Miley. She ushered her wet and stunned friend inside, and closed the door behind them. Michael stood on the mat, while the wet drops from his hair landed on the floor.

"Michael, are you alright?" Miley asked, concern for her friend obvious by the scared look on her face.

"Not really." Michael answered. "I was running home, trying to beat the rain, and I hit my head on the sidewalk. I thought that this was my house, but it turns out to be yours, so my mistake, and sorry for bothering you."

"No, it was no problem at all." Miley said, shaking her head. "It's good that you came here, if you knocked yourself out, something bad might have happened to you."

"Yeah, that is a way of looking at it I suppose." Michael asked, driving home the point that he was cold by sneezing.

"Go into Jackson's room and get some dry clothes and get out of those wet ones." Miley told him.

"Alright, I'm going." Michael laughed as his friend all but pushed him up the steps. She laughed and followed him as well.

Miley was standing outside of Jackson's room as Michael changed into some dry clothes. She gave him some towels, and left briefly to put his clothes in the dryer. She returned to find the door cracked slightly. Being ever so curious, Miley peeked inside, and saw Michael without any shirt on. When he turned around, Miley saw the dragon tattoo that covered his back, and it's tail ran up to his left forearm. Michael turned around, and Miley got a glimpse of his well toned physique. He was no longer that semi awkward 15 year old that moved out here a few years earlier, he has grown into a handsome young man, and Miley was unable to take her eyes off of him.

Why can't I stop looking at him? Miley asked, heat rising in her face. God, why does my male friend has to have a body like a Greek god? Man, sometimes I wish that he didn't come in here out of the rain. Then again, if it wasn't for the rain, I never would have a room with a view.

Miley shrugged off her feelings and went into her room.

Michael managed to reach Miley's room, and fall asleep in her bed. Miley sat on Lilly's bed, just looking at her friend. His long blonde hair covered his face as he was sleeping silently and quietly. Miley gut up from her seat, and went over to her sleeping friend. She cleared away the hair that was in his face, and smiled at the peaceful look that was on his face.

He is really handsome. Miley said with a smile. She then noticed that her face was slowly moving towards his. Then before she knew it, she was kissing him. She knew that she should stop, but she didn't. She deepened the kiss, running her hands all over his chest, moaning softly.

Out of nowhere, Miley broke away, knowing what she did was wrong. She had just taken advantage of someone who trusted her, someone she was friends with, and someone that she really cared about. Miley just gave him one last kiss, and turned to leave. Then a hand grabbed her wrist to prevent her from doing so.

Miley looked back, and saw Michael was now sitting up, wide awake, and he was looking both shocked and flustered.

"Miley, what's going on?" Michael asked her.

"Uh, nothing, why?" Miley asked, lying really badly.

"So you didn't just make out with me and grope me while I was pretending to be sleep?" Michael asked her. Miley was going to lie again, but she knew that it was no use to dig herself a deeper hole.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't know what came of me." Miley said. "I just saw you sleeping and I ended up kissing you. I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late."

"Are you sorry for kissing me?" Michael asked her.

"What?" Miley asked as well, thinking she misheard him.

"Are you sorry that you kissed me?" Michael asked her once more.

"No." Miley said, being completely honest. Michael smiled, and leaned over and kissed her. Miley looked at her friend, and returned the kiss, causing her to fall right on top of him.

"Wait, Miley. Are you sure that you want to do this?" Michael asked her, managing to break away for a moment.

"Yes, I am sure. I wanted to do this for a while." Miley answered. It was not long before they were kiss each other with a lot more passion than before.

After moaning each other names a few times, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Miley awoke an hour later, and felt amazing. She looked over at her friend, and smiled widely. She pulled on her underwear, and grabbed one of her large shirts, and pulled it on. Before leaving the room, she leaned in and gave her friend one last kiss, and left the room, smiling a mile wide.

"Miley?" Lilly said, snapping her out of her daydream.

Oh, god...

AN: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but now it has become a short story! Keep reading for more!