Okay. This is Liley (Miley/Lily) and it is femslash. If you don't agree with this, feel free to click the back arrow in the upper left hand side of your screen.
As stupid and unoriginal as this sounds, this story is based on this dumb forward text message that someone sent me. PM me if you hate it.
Dislaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or it's characters. They belong to Disney. I am not recieving any profit from this story. It is written purely for entertainment.
No
My heart wildly in my chest as I prepared myself to ask my best friend, the person I had been secretly in love with for the past three years, the three of the most important questions I could ask her. For the past week or two, I had been seeing clues that Lilly, my best friend, felt the same way for me. The night before, I had come up with several questions that I wanted to ask her to find out if she felt the same way for me as I did for her.
The two of us sat on the beach alone, on our separate towels. There had been several minutes of silence, although I could tell that Lilly was thinking hard about something, just as I was. I was thinking of just the right way to ask Lilly my questions. Maybe I should ask them slightly subtly, but then, if I did, she might not catch on. Or, maybe, I should ask her bluntly; just blurt them out and hope for the best. Lilly likes people being blunt. It was one of her more strange traits. Shaking my head and breathing deeply, I opened my mouth to speak. I had kept this secret for so long that I couldn't wait to tell her anymore.
"Lilly?" I asked quietly. It was a good thing that there was no one else near where we were sitting. I wasn't sure if I could say her name without puking, especially with an audience.
"Yeah, Miles?" Lilly jerked her head up curiously, turning her head to look at me.
Now or never. "Do you love me?" I asked her, my voice shaking with fear and my stomach churning to the beat of my pounding heart.
Looking away, Lilly sighed. "No," she muttered.
My heart split there, and a hole cut its way into my stomach. I held back the tears as my mind tried to make sense of what was going on. Great. I thought. My vision blurry, I tried to remember what else I had wanted to say.
"Do you want to be with me?" I asked my second question, hoping that the answer would be different.
"No," Lilly repeated. The tears began to fall down my cheeks as I realized that Lilly was refusing to look at me.
"Would you cry if I were to leave right now?" My final question came out more harshly than the last two.
"No," The same as the last.
The tears were coming down hard now, and I gathered my things in my arm, wiping my eyes. Standing, I turned from her and began to walk away slowly. My heart ached and wiped up tears stained my sleeves. I hadn't gotten far when I felt a hand on my own, turning me. Lilly stood behind me, tears of her own glistening in her eyes.
"You didn't let me finish back there," she said quietly. "Listen, Miles. I don't love you, I adore you." she was smiling now. "I don't want to be with you. I need to be with you," Not only was I crying harder, but her own tears were falling too. "And, I wouldn't cry if you left, I'd die."
My heart lept as I smiled back at her. "Come here, you." I said, pressing my lips to her's.