A/N : Well, now that I have Ashley/Oliver out of my system, it's time for the usual -- in this case, Loliver. 555-word self-challenge:D Also some slight angst, nothing major.
Disclaimer : I don't own Hannah Montana.
Bittersweet
She was watching him again.
The moon illuminated his face like a pale, milky searchlight. He looked so peaceful…breathing in and out deeply and softly. Ever so quietly, she slipped out of her sleeping bag, pausing when she made a slight rustling sound to make sure that she hadn't even slightly awoken someone.
Her hands no longer pressed against the soft material of the sleeping bag but against the small pebbles that littered the packed earth. She felt them make imprints in her palms. She scarcely dared to breath -- she couldn't risk awakening a single soul. She noticed she was sweating slightly as she felt eyes upon her. She turned her head at a slight angle and peered into the darkness, ignoring the goose bumps that covered her flesh.
Ever so slowly she crept towards her destination, the boy sleeping, unaware of the girl's intentions. She reached his sleeping back and stared over him silently, admiring him. Then tucking a strand of golden-blonde hair behind her ear, she dipped her head and tenderly pressed her lips against his.
She froze in shock as she realized he was kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, and she felt immensely comforted by the warmth of his body. She was in heaven, she must be dreaming. The boy she loved ever since they had met in kindergarten loved her back.
He withdrew slightly and she studied him carefully, waiting for his chocolate eyes to flutter open. He opened his mouth slightly and the girl strained her ears to hear.
"Miley…."
Miley.
Miley.
Miley.
She felt tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as his arms grew limp and she quietly escaped from his hold. It wasn't her he loved. It was the brunette sleeping a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the state of angst her best friend had lapsed into.
She backed away and quietly crawled into her sleeping bag, the moon glowing in the sky was undefined by the tears blurring her vision. A small sob escaped her lips and she brought a hand to her mouth, holding back the whimpers for fear that someone might have heard her.
Her suspicion was confirmed as she heard a quiet voice calling out to her.
"Lilly…?" A voice she heard so often in her dreams, but this time it was real, and not calling out to her as she had wished so many times before, where it was loving, gentle, and caring. "Are you alright?" He continued, and she tried to block out the noise, for hearing it only caused more tears to flow.
Willing her voice not to waver, she answered in a barely audible tone.
"I…I'm fine, Oliver. I just had a nightmare, that's all."
"You're ok now?" She wasn't ok. How could she be ok, when the boy she loved with a passion looked at her and cared about her only as a friend and absolutely nothing more?
"Yes." She whispered back, and rolled over on her side as her muffled cries died away.
"I love you, Lilly." The familiar voice said again, but she was only dreaming, escaped from the bittersweet reality.
And the boy drifted off to sleep also, unaware of the girl's secret wishes.
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A/N : If you somehow didn't catch it, the main character was Lilly, the sleeping boy was Oliver, and the brunette was Miley, though I'm sure you understood that. Just checking.