A/N: sorry for the inactivity guys. Trying to get back into the swing of writing so I'll update Fiction... later. Here is a slight drabble - really short because I'm in a hurry. I'll continue this later as well. I have class now. D: I don't own Hannah Montana. Read and review please! Love you all!
Destructive.
That's what he called this.
He's just jealous, jealous of me, he can't have this, can't have her, he's just jealous, that's all, he's just jealous, echo echo echo, and then your feet move faster as you turn the curb, tap tap tap, another step closer to her house, tap tap tap.
You don't care that your face is flushed and you don't care that the sweat on your forehead is making your hair stick everywhere and you don't care that your palms are raw and red and, god, it's so sensitive and that irritates the hell out of you. But you don't care.
Tap tap tap, another step closer to her house.
But you do care that when you get there, she'll be all over you. When you get there with your face and your hands and your eyes all red, she'll worry for you and she'll baby you and she'll ask in her godawful angelic little voice, "Miley, what's wrong?"
And you can't handle that.
You can't handle when her voice lowers slightly when she's worried about you; you can't handle when her baby blue eyes shine and glisten with sympathy tears for you; you can't handle when, out of concern, she touches your legs and your hands and your face and it's like feathers on your skin and yet you feel like you're walking through a volcano. You feel so hot when she touches you like that. When she touches you, you don't want to do anything but hold her and stroke her hair and kiss her feathery fingers with your feathery lips and tell her that you aren't thinking about her like a best friend is supposed to think about her best friend anymore. You want to tell her that you've crossed a line without realizing it and you don't think you can jump back because you don't know where it is anymore. You want to tell her "I love you, Lilly."
But you can't.
You've crossed a line that no best friend is ever meant to cross. You know that.
You already knew all that and yet when those words are echoed out of his mouth and it's in the air for the first time ever, it stings your head and your eyes and your heart.
"Stop it. This is destructive, Miley. It's destroying things, Miley. You've crossed the line, Miley."
You already knew all that.