The Darkness Can Hide Our True Intentions
Author's Note: Okay so I'm sorry for not updating my other story for now but I've been itching to write this small drabble so I just went ahead and did it. It's very short and it's fluff, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Hannah Montana characters are not mine. Homosexual relationship implied, don't like, don't read.
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Images flash across the screen in the dark movie theater. As a particularly boring scene drags on, Lilly Truscott ever so lightly rests her head on the shoulder of the girl next to her, Miley Stewart. Lilly is testing the limits as far as best friends go and when Miley doesn't pull away, she allows her head to rest completely on Miley's shoulder. The movie isn't making much sense anymore, partly because Lilly's lopsided view of the screen confuses her but mostly because Lilly isn't really paying attention anymore. Right now her mind is only the steady rise and fall of the shoulder she's leaning on. The constant, slow, rhythmic motion relaxes her and a sense of comfort falls over her.
A few minutes pass and Lilly lifts her head off of Miley's shoulder. Subtly turning her head to look at Miley, she steals a quick glance at the beautiful profile of the beautiful girl. Quietly and inconspicuously, Lilly plants a soft kiss on Miley's shoulder. She sits back up straight, hoping that Miley won't notice. As Lilly turns her eyes back to the movie screen, Miley allows herself a small smile. Almost shyly, she leans over and Lilly feels a feather light kiss pressed in to her cheek.