"Five minutes left, the United States women have got a one - nothing lead, they are five minutes away from another Olympic gold medal, the ball is with the American's, swung in from the left, the big center back has cleared, only as far as Truscott, it's on her favoured fo- She has scored! The United States Women's Team have surely got their gold medal now! What a strike from the wonderkid, what a future she has ahead of her! Lilly Truscott seals the win!"
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"Hey Lils, you know what's the best thing about London? Drinking age is 18!"
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"Come on, your girlfriend won't miss you for one night!"
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"Gold baby, we won!"
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Lilly Truscott is never drinking again.
Her eyes are screwed shut, her clothes are the ones she wore out last night and the imprint of her gold medal is surely going to be a permanent part of her face from sleeping all night on top of it.
"Rise and shine junior!" Lilly's roommate all but screamed at her earning a loud groan. "Come on, the men's beach volleyball boys are playing in 3 hours, I need a wing woman," another groan.
Suddenly a phone was ringing with a familiar tone and Lilly sprung out of bed to grab it.
"Hello?"
"Thank you Miley!" Joannie yelled.
"Hey Lils, what is Joannie thanking me for?"
"Waking her pervert pass up," Lilly said her brain screaming at her inside her head.
"What?" Miley laughed.
"She wants to stare at boys playing volleyball, if she goes alone she's a pervert, if I go we are supporting our countrymen," Lilly's voice was horse and she got up in search of water.
"Oh, okay, she's welcome?" Miley didn't really know what an appropriate response was, "Anyway, how do you feel?"
"Like hell," Lilly answered honestly, grabbing a glass of water and some asprin.
"What?"
"My hangover, I feel like crap," Lilly answered after gulping down the water. Miley was laughing on the other end.
"I thought you sounded under the weather, first time?"
"Is that a proposition," Lilly shot back.
"Hey! Are you still drunk you sound brave?" Miley laughed, Lilly had the decency to feel embarrassed.
"No, I mean, maybe, I really don't know, it is my first time," Lilly said going back to sitting on her bed.
"I knew it! Anyway how does it feel to be on the best women's soccer team in the world!" Miley said a little too loud for Lilly who scrunched up her eyes in pain.
"It felt great, but right now it's being overshadowed by this hangover," Lilly answered honestly, "But it feels pretty great to hear that I am," she smiled.
"That you're the best?"
"Yup, especially from you."
"There's no one better," Miley answered softly. The mood had changed and their was a pause.
"Come to London." Lilly wasn't really asking.
"Lilly-"
"Please, I have a week to go I can take you out, we can catch a train to France, you can see the closing ceremony, just come," Lilly pleaded.
"I can't, I'm recording."
"I'll come to you."
"That wouldn't be a good idea," Miley warned.
"Why not?"
"For one you should be there with your team. For two you should be living this up you just won gold! And finally because my dad," She didn't really finish but she didn't have to.
"He doesn't scare me, Roxy a little but not him," Lilly said truthfully, "If he met me surely he couldn't hate me?"
"Lilly," Miley sighed.
"I'm sorry," Lilly said she had let herself get carried away again.
"Don't be, just enjoy yourself okay? When you are back in the states we'll talk about it again."
Lilly let the subject drop, but she decided that morning hungover in the Olympic village that her only goal worth striving for now was Miley.