Hello, I have decided I am going to start yet another fic. This time, however, I am going to make SURE I finish this one. How? I'm writing it all beforehand. That's right, once you see this, the whole story will be done and written. Meaning...you will actually get an ending to this one. Exciting isn't it? So now, I give you chapter one of the COMPLETED story, Why Not Me. Oh, and this story is a bit different. Lilly and Oliver are still Miley's best friends, but Jake is also in the little group, and he is not famous. Kay? :]
My head snapped up quickly as an annoying chirping sound rang loudly from beside me. I turned my head sharply to investigate the object of the annoying sound and noticed my alarm clock blinking. I smacked it to silence the agrivating thing, and felt a sharp stab of pain in my hand. Oh great. I'm bleeding. Stupid sharp clock.
I quickly removed my covers and knocked the clock into the trash with my uninjured hand. One band aid and a normal morning routine later, I was down the kitchen. My dad wasn't up yet, neither was Jackson. So my alarm clock was annoying and innaccurate. It was 5:30 not 6:30. I groaned to myself and took two slices of bread out of the bag on the counter. I quickly pushed them into the toaster and waited against the counter. I was far too tired to do anything else. While I was waiting for the bread to pop up, I opened the refridgerator and drank some orange juice from the carton. Only...it wasn't orange juice. I quickly spit it into the sink.
"EW EW EW!" I exclaimed loudly. I grabbed rubbed my tongue with my hand. That carton hadn't contained orange juice, it was egg nog. I hate the holidays, sometimes, I swear.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" A loud male voice boomed behind me.
I turned around and behind me stood two of my best friends, Lilly and Oliver, their hair tangled and matted. At first, I thought I'd invited them to sleepover and didn't remember it. Then I realized they were both fully clothed in jeans and tshirts and that it had been a school night.
"Lilly? Oliver? What are you guys doing here?" I asked, setting the disgusting carton of egg nog on the counter and walking around the island to face them.
"We were....just....well we thought you wouldn't be up for another hour..." Lilly stammered. She was looking down at her shoes which were positioned with one awkwardly on top of the other, a habit when she was nervous. As I scanned my friends more thoroughly, I noticed their hands were together, fingers laced.
Suddenly, the tangled hair made a lot more sense.
"Wait, were you guys....were you making out in my living room?" A disgusted shudder ran through me, along with something else. A feeling that wasn't familiar. There was a small pang in my heart, and it wasn't very comfortable. It kind of hurt a little, but not physically. It took me a moment to realize the feeling was jealousy. I raised one hand to position it over my heart, to prevent the sensation from coming again.
"Well, you could put it that way, I suppose," Oliver said, also seemingly fascinated with his shoelaces, "It wasn't really...making out exactly. More like...we were kissing and you scared the living hell out of us."
"How could you not hear me come down? Or even making toast?" Oh no. Making toast. My eyes widened and I turned quickly to the toaster. Black smoke was issuing from the top. I raced to it and pulled the lever up. The scorched and blackened bread soared across the room and hit both Lilly and Oliver square in the face.
"Gee, thanks Miley, but we weren't planning on staying for breakfast." Lilly's sad attempt at humor didn't distract me.
"Forget the toast, I want to know how this happened, when it happened, and why it happened in my house. Now."
"We were at the beach while you were at a Hannah thing, and it just kind of...well happened. Last week. And because it's the only place we could have gone where no one could see," Oliver answered each question quickly, I could barely keep up with his nervous speed.
Lilly. Oliver. Together. Dating. Couple. The pang in my heart returned, but it was more pronounced this time, more painful. Though I'd admitted it to no one, I'd liked Oliver for quite some time now. I just assumed that since we were such close friends, I shouldn't chance voicing it. I regretted that decision now, because if Lilly and Oliver were together, I would never have a chance. Even if they ever broke up, Oliver would then be my best friend's ex boyfriend, and all girls knew that once your friend dates a guy, he's off limits, for good. No exceptions. The realization of this brought up a small lump in my throat, but I swallowed it quickly and smiled as widely as I could manage.
"I'm happy for you guys, you're really good together," I said. "Just...don't do that in my house anymore, okay?"
They both relaxed and looked me in the eye for the first time since I'd seen them this morning, and smiled.
"One quesion though. Even if it is private and all, why would you seriously get up at five am just to kiss on your best friend's couch?"
"Love does crazy things to you, Miles," Lilly commented, laughing lightly.
I crossed my arms over my chest to numb the pang, expecting it this time, and smiled again at my two best friends.
"Have you told Jake yet?" I asked.
"Erm, no one knows except you, Miles," Oliver said, "But, now that you do, we can't keep your big mouth quiet for too long, so I guess we'll go public today."
Today was going to be a very interesting day.