Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did things would be a little different.
So here's the summary:
Lily and Miley have been together for three years. They live together in an apartment/condo in Los Angeles. Lily is currently in college and working for Nike LA. Miley is well, Hannah Montana. This is their relationship road to recovery.
If you can listen to Peter Bjorn and John- Up Against The Wall , while reading I feel it adds to a better reading experience. It's free on the U tube lol.
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Lily sat on the last seat in one of the few remaining un-nightclubbed bars in L. wore skinny jeans with a white tank and tight black leather jacket. She looked like a lost puppy in the crowd of muscle men and built up girls. Her blonde locks all pushed to the left side of her head, her elbow propped up on the counter for her left hand to hold her head up, and her right hand on the Heineken bottle in front of her. She stared off into open space occasionally taking her hand off the bottle to check her phone. She chugs the last remaining drink of her beer, takes money from her pocket puts it on the counter, and leaves for home.
Guess I should have caught your call
But I just had to waste the phone forget it all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
You don't know how it feels you've got me up against the wall
Miley sits with her friends in a nightclub. They're sitting on a cushioned seat in VIP, and their gossip doesn't concern her at all. Her blonde wig can't make her smile and hearing her song chopped into a bass medley gives her no closure. She wears a short skirt with a backless silky maroon top. Young, rich, and good-looking sitting in a club of people all alone. Her mind is obviously somewhere else as she picks up her drink. The music and drinks make her feel good while she wishes she had some one, some one at home.
Maybe we could make this work
But now you start to leave before it's getting worse
I don't know what you came here for
It's almost that I wish we hadn't met at all
Lily walks in her building, taking the stairs, to avoid the drunks, to the third floor. She gets to the door, takes out the lone key from her pocket, opens the door and enters. She turns on the lights to reveal the perfectly coordinated living room. She heads toward the kitchen where free stuff that wasn't hers laid in boxes around the counters. She places the lone key and her cell phone on the counter. Takes a glass and fills it with tap while she takes a seat next to the counter. Her eyes fall on the black marbled counter tops until she hears the door open.
You slap just like a wake-up call
The bruises on the face don't bother me at all
Bones are trembling hands are cold
It's almost that I wish you had me up against the wall
Miley opens the door and tosses her wig on the floor. She gets across the living room and turns off the lights before she gets to the kitchen. She finds Lily at the counter drinking water. They spot each other and their eyes are no longer lost. Miley puts her bag down next to Lily's glass. The smaller blonde stands and walks toward her. Lily wraps her arms around Miley's back while the brunette wraps around Lily's neck. The embrace lasts and the two part slightly from each other. Worn smiles adorn their tired faces. Lily moves stray hairs from Miley's face. Miley takes control and kisses the blonde with much needed passion. Their kiss becomes an apology and a reconnection as they push towards their bedroom. They loved being home, and maybe that's what would save them.
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Kind of tried something new. There will eventually be dialogue, but I just felt this would be a nice opener.
Tell me what ye think.