Disclaimer: I Don't own Hannah Montana
Author's note: It's complicated how I got the inspiration for this story/one-shot, but I hope you like it even though it's a tad... different.
I'm going to hell... I'm seriously going to fucking hell... That's all I can't think as the adorable little twelve year old climbs onto my lap and puts her arms around my neck. She smirks and puts her head on my chest and watches the tv as my dad walks by and says somthing about how adorable it is that she's picked me to look up to. I roll my eyes and thinik about that, if only he knew how my much this kid loved me.
I rest my chin ontop of her head and sigh. She knows I'm trying to contain myself. I mean... It's sick to want a twelve year old... especially when your sixteen. That's four years... I can't just make out with a twelve year old it's... Buzz buzz... My phone vibrates in my pocket and I raise an eyebrow at the little blond girl, she smiles devilishly as she gets up so that I can get it. I know it's a text from her.
She likes to play this game where she texts me stuff she can't say when other people are around. I flip open my phone and read the text... What would you do if your dad wasn't here right now? I roll my eyes and look at her sitting next to me biting her lip... I shouldn't think she looks sexy, I shouldn't... but she doesn't look twelve... she doesn't act twelve... Heck she knows more than I do when it comes to dirty mindedness. She grew up around a bunch of older brothers and she acts like she's eighteen.
I blink hard and then type back, That depends wether or not it's past your bed time... I always use the age card, I try really hard not to flirt back but she always gets me too. I have no clue how. It's so wrong in so many ways I mean, she a straight twelve year old, and I'm a lesbian sixteen year old.The reason why we are always stuck together is because Jackson is dating her older sister and she goes everywhere with her. Some how we became friends and she started coming over to just hang with me and that's when it started.
She says I just have a charm that she can't help but flirt. She says she's naturally a tease too. How is a twelve year old a natural tease? I stop my train of thought as I feel her hand on my leg... oh that's how... I grab her hand and try to pull it off but she's just impossible to fight against. I stopped trying to pry her hand off and figured maybe I'd just play along and make her mad. She doesn't like it as much when I pretend to like... well technically it's not pretending but I won't admit that.
I kept my hand ontop of hers and then looked at her and slid my hand off of her slowly as possible and she moved her hand up and I tried not to moan because that's my total spot. If anyone touched my inner thigh I just pretty much melt. I swallow hard as Jackson comes down stairs and grabs his coat. He stops and looks at us, I don't remember her moving her hand but somehow she got to the other end of the couch without me noticing, I must have spaced out.
For some reason Jackson doesn't trust me with her. He says she's like a little sis to him and doesn't want me to try and turn her gay. I tell him everytime that I wouldn't want to because once again... she's twelve. He hasn't seen us flirt or anything he says that its the way I look at her, he says, I look like I'm a bear in a cage, and it is sort of true, I'm controlling myself everytime I see her, I'm keeping my distance, and I'm trying so hard not to do anything... and most of all... Whoa
Okay so out of nowhere she's leaning her head on my shoulder. She always does have the perfect timing, It's like she has parent senses and can tell when they are coming in or out of the room and Jackson senses as well. So I'm guessing dad took Jackson to work since it's so quiet. Just me Lilly and the tv. I sighed and put my arm around the back of her and my hand on her waist as she puts her head on my chest.I think about that as I feel her breathing slow. She's so cute. I think to myself as I kiss her forehead and listen to her as she sleeps on my shoulder.
I gave in. I love her, so much, but she's to young to know what that is, so I have to watch her grow up before we can be together. We act like we're dating but we aren't. We haven't kissed, she's tried to kiss me but I told her no. We haven't done anything at all except cuddle and flirt nonstop. I want to though, but I won't, I have to wait. I have to wait untill she isn't twelve and I'm not sixteen.