A/N: I've never written in this perspective before. Tell me if it turned out alright.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montanna.
Want
You're tired of this – of what you are. Two friends, two best friends. Nothing more and nothing less.
You want Miley because that girl is so beautiful. Miley has endless smiles and eyes like a clear blue sky. There's no rain in her world and you are getting really tired of the constant storm you live with. You've been shut up inside this house, hiding from the destruction outside of it because you have to remember that Miley teases. She gets close, but she doesn't mean it, not like you want her to.
Still, there are times when you look into those clear sky eyes and see that not everything is as peaceful as you thought. Miley still has smiles, but they end just below her eyes. They never used to.
"Miley?"
"Hmm?"
She looks up from her homework. You do it together after school because you wouldn't do it on your own. Ever since you've met Miley you've been turning your work in and everyone's noticed.
"Lilly…?"
Miley looks nervous because you haven't said anything yet. Too busy staring into those eyes, too busy trying to figure out what they've been trying to tell you.
"Lilly, are okay?"
Concerned, but is there more than that? She's touching your forehead with the back of her hand, but you're not sick. You're not sick, except that you are sick of staring through a window, looking at what you can't have. Go in, try it out. If it doesn't work, you can always leave – the store mind you, not the window. You could never leave the window.
You reach your hand out and grab the door handle – take hold of the hand on your forehead, bring it down, slip your fingers through hers. Miley is breathing loud, but you're barely breathing. You have to see for yourself, you have to be sure. What are those eyes telling you?
Scared…confused…hopeful? Expectant? Want. You can see it. She wants. You want. You lean forward, across the coffee table in her living room, across the books and the papers and the pencils, across the line that has separated you from her for so long.
BAM! The door is yanked out of your hands. The owner on the other side flips over the sign that says OPEN so that it now says CLOSED. You rip your hand away from hers and pull back to your side of the line.
"Hey Bud! Hey Lilly! Y'all doin' homework again?"
"Yea Daddy…homework…"
Stupid store managers with their stupid nice hair.
"I'm gonna get dinner started here in a minute. You're welcome to stay, Lilly."
"Sure, Mr. S. Thanks."
Someone's watching you. You turn your head and meet blue eyes. They're shining, and Miley is smirking.
"We should go wash up…in my room…"
You may have finally seen the want in her eyes, but she finally saw the want in your eyes too.