Miley Stewart, Mitchie Torres, and Alex Stewart sat up in Miley's room. It was just the three girls in the house; Jackson was off to college and Mr. Stewart got his old band back together for a few more performances on the road. Alex was sitting on the bed hogging a bowl of popcorn the girls were supposedto be sharing, and Mitchie and Miley were on the floor at the foot of the bed. Mitchie was laying on her stomach and her head rested in Miley's lap. Miley stroked the older girl's brown hair lovingly and smiled down at her, though Mitchie's attention was directed at the TV.
"What movie should we watch next?" Mitchie asked. "This one's almost over." Miley shrugged and continued to stroke her hair; Alex stuffed a handful of popcorn in her mouth, only half listening.
"Hmm? What happened?" she murmured. Miley rolled her eyes and let out a slightly annoyed huff. Mitchie giggled and tilted her head so that she could look Miley in the eyes. Her gaze questioned the popstar.
"Well, w-whatever you pick is fine, Mitch." Miley said. She wasn't very interested in the film they were currently watching; she was too distracted by the beautiful girl resting on her. She wasn't gonna pay attention to the next movie either. Her eyes would always stray down to the brunette in her lap. Mitchie flashed her famous mega-watt smile at Miley and the younger girl blushed slightly.
"I'm asking you what you wanna watch." Mitchie said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of Miley's face. "It's your house, afterall." Miley happily returned the smile.
"And I want you to pick." she said. "You're my guest."
"Ahem?" came Alex's voice. She was now lying on her stomach, her head hovering near them. "I live here, too ya know."
"Our guest, then." Miley sighed. She directed her attention back to Mitchie. "So? What do you wanna see?"
"Miles, you pick. Pleeease?" Mitchie whined.
"But, Mitchie-"
"Look at that, I am totally out of popcorn!" Alex announced loudly, interrupting her sister. "Would anyone care to pause this very. . . 'important' conversation to help me solve my dilemma?" Mitchie and Miley looked looked up at her.
"Go get more, Lazy Ass." Miley said, poking her sister's forehead. Alex frowned and Mitchie poked her friend in the stomach.
"Don't call her that!" she giggled. "Miley, she's your sister and that's mean!"
"She's always like this, Mitchie." Alex pouted. "She's a real meanie. She's just being nice. . .ish 'cause you're here." She reached in the popcorn bowl and grabbed out a kernel. She flicked it at Miley and it bounced off her right cheek. The younger girl stared at her.
"Did you just throw a kernel at me?" she asked.
"Yuh-huh." Alex grabbed three more kernels and tossed them at her sibling. Mitchie chuckled at her friends and Miley reached for the bowl. Alex wouldn't let go of it.
"Alex, give it!"
"No! You're gonna throw stuff at me!"
"You throw stuff at me all the time!"
"Name one time I ever threw something at you."
"Just now!" The girls tugged the bowl back and forth; Mitchie rose with a sigh. She snatched the bowl and the Stewart girls protested with an in sync "Hey!"
"I'll go make some more popcorn for you, Alex." Mitchie said. "But no more throwing things." She gave both of them a look before heading downstairs. Miley grinned as she left the room and let out a dreamy sigh. Alex rolled her eyes.
"Gosh, could you be any more obvious, Miley?" she teased. She hopped off the bed and took a spot right next to Miley on the ground. Miley offered her sister a confused expression and acted innocent, as she often did.
"Huh? What do you mean, Lex?" Alex scoffed and folded her arms.
"Don't play dumb, Miles!" she smirked. "Wait. . . you know, you might not be playing after all. You are kinda-" Miley hit Alex on the arm with a white flip-flop she found under her bed; the other girl laughed.
"Um, ow?" she laughed. "Like that really hurt." Alex stuck out her tongue and Miley sighed defeatedly.
"Just. . . shut up, would ya?." she murmured, tossing the shoe across the room. She looked away and Alex tapped her shoulder.
"Aww Sis, don't act like that. I mean, it's okay if you like Mitchie." she said softly. Miley faced her sister with a horrified look.
"What? A-Alex, how the hell did you know I-" Alex randomly burst out laughing.
"Miles, come on! It's written all over your face, not to mention the way you act around her: the sighing, the shyness, the blushing, the wanna-be-all-close-to-her and junk." She ran her index finger across Miley's forehead. "You might as well tatoo 'Lovestruck' on your forehead in bold black letters." She put both of her hands behind her back and leaned back against the bed, relaxing a little bit. "Why haven't you told her yet?"
"Alex, I can't." Miley said, getting up and walking to her dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror and twirled a piece of hair between her fingers. Alex shot her a questioning look. Miley wasn't one to give up so easily, and the sudden change worried the raven-haired girl.
"Why not?" Alex asked thoughtfully, moving to stand beside her sister. "I just thought that, well. . ." Miley frowned and crossed her arms.
"Alex, it's not. . .normal." she complained. "She's a girl and so am I."
"So what? You could still be together."
"She would never feel the same way about me."
"And how do you know?" Miley didn't reply. Alex put her hand on her shoulder.
"Miley?"
"I shouldn't feel like this. . ." Miley whispered to herself. She was very upset, not to mention confused. "I mean, Mitchie and I clicked from the moment we met. We know everything about each other. She's like my other sister; my best friend. I shouldn't feel like this about my best friend."
Alex couldn't help but laugh, recieving a confused look from her flustered sister.
"Miles, that's how most relationships start. Best friends? Falling in love?" Alex mused. Miley simply blinked in response. Alex sighed.
"Oh, come on, Miley! Hannah sang a song about it!"
"That only works for boy girl relationships." Miley pouted. "Mitchie is a girl." She looked herself up and down in the mirror. "And I know I'm failing health, but I'm pretty sure I'm a girl, too. It's just not normal." Miley looked down and let out a heavy sigh. Alex hugged the younger girl tightly and she hugged back. Though they fought almost all the time, they had their sweet sister moments. They always came through for each other when it really counted. Alex pulled back a little and spoke to Miley gently.
"Miley, our dad is Robby Ray; we've seen, like eleventy-billion different cities before were even potty trained because of the tours he took us on. Now that we're older, we're the center of attention with our own shows, songs, merchandise, and tour buses. Not to mention, we live double lives juggling school, family, concerts, fans, and friends. Our lives weren't normal before and they aren't gonna get normal anytime soon, okay? So don't be scared to jump. Fall. Um, in love, I mean." She smiled as she continued. "You never know if Mitchie will catch you. take a chance for once in your life, Smiley." Miley took a moment to process what her sister said and shuffled back to her previous place on the floor.
"Easier said than done." Alex followed her.
"Well, maybe Miley. . .but you'll never know unless you try." she said, looking down at the brunette. She gave her sister the sincerest smile she could muster. "Miles, it'll be fine." She made her way back to the bed and sat down. Mitchie came in with a bigger bowl of popcorn. She handed it to Alex and sat next to Miley. Alex stuffed another handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"So what are we watching?" Mitchie asked, sitting beside Miley again.
"OMJesus, not again. . ." Alex hissed softly. Miley sent a glare her sister's way before addressing her crush.
"Whatever you want to watch is fine, Mitchie." she told her.
"I wanna watch Legion!" the dark-haired girl cut in. Miley swallowed hard and shot her sister an 'I'm gonna kill you' look. She hated scary movies. Alex quickly stuck out her tongue. Miley turned to Mitchie.
"Okay, Legion it is!" Mitchie declared before Miley could object.
And with that they began to watch...
Alex had fallen asleep by the first half-hour of the movie, which left Mitchie and Miley alone on the floor. Miley squirmed beside Mitchie, clutching her left arm for comfort. Mitchie wriggled her arm free and wrapped it around Miley. She held her close and Miley practically jumped into her lap with a yelp as she watched the screen.
"S-Sorry." Miley murmured ashamedly, blushing slightly. She began to move, but Mitchie stopped her.
"It's fine, Miles." She chuckled lightly. She opened her legs a little more so Miley could sit in between them. The younger girl adjusted happily and leaned back into her crush. She began to watch the movie again and tried to put on a bravefront, for Mitchie of course, but an occasional squirm and whimper escaped her. Mitchie noticed her discomfort and wrapped her arms around the other girl's waist.
"Don't worry, Miles." she said soothingly. Miley eased up a little, but was still afriad. Mitchie's close contact helped her relax, too. She can't recall a time she's ever been this close to Mitchie before. . .
The movie was over before Mitchie knew it, but to Miley, it took forever to end.
"That was awesome." Mitchie grinned. "I mean, it's kinda jacked up that everybody but the lady, the baby, and the dude died, but it was cool." Miley murmured a reply the other girl didn't catch and got up. She looked over to Alex, who was still knocked out on her bed.
"We should get to sleep." Mitchie advised. "It must be like, 3 in the morning now." She shuffled out of Miley's room and off to the restroom across the hall. Miley watched her as she went before a low rumble reached her ears. She turned around to face her slumbering sister; Alex began snoring so loud that she would put a bear to shame.
"Great. . ." Miley mumbled. She made an attempt to wake the girl. "Alex? Alex? Lex, wake up." She shook her sibling's shoulder, but that only made Alex grasp the covers underneath her tighter. Miley groaned, but got an idea. She smirked and pulled the top sheet off the bed, bringing Alex along. She dragged her sister down the hall (with some difficulty, of course) to her own room and left her lying on the ground near her bed.
"Nightie night, Lex." Miley smiled. She walked back to her room to find Mitchie waiting for her on the bed.
"Alex. . . is where?" the older girl asked. Miley shook her head and climbed into bed.
"Don't worry about it." she yawned. Her pillow found a place underneath her head. "Sleep, yeah? I'm tired." Mitchie nodded and walked over to the door frame. She turned off the light switch right beside it and Miley let out a high-pitched scream. Mitchie turned on the lights in a hurry. Miley was sitting up, her body engulfed in the bed sheets. She was shaking slightly and her blue eyes were filled with fear.
"W-What's wrong?" Mitchie frowned. Miley was caught off-guard and started stammering.
"W-Well, I. . .I-I just t-thought I. . .didn't y-you see him-"
"Him? Him who?"
"The boy! The little blonde demon boy from the movie!" Miley shouted. "I just saw him; he was right there! He's trying to kill us. . ." Mitchie sported a concerned look and made her way to the bed. She pulled back the covers and sat beside the frightened brunette.
"Miles, there is no one in the house but you, me, and Alex." Mitchie stated confidently. "You were just scared from the movie." Miley shook her head.
"No. . . I knowI saw something moving! It was right over-" Mitchie grasped her friend's hand and inched closer to her.
"Miley, do you trust me?" she asked. Miley nodded and a soft grin spread across Mitchie's face.
"Then listen to this: there is no blonde demon in your room. It's just you and me." she said. "It was just a movie, okay? Just a movie." Miley hesitantly nodded and Mitchie laid down. Miley was a bit shaken still, but laid down beside her. She found her pillow again and used her right arm to support her head. Mitchie cuddled into her and this made the younger girl's heart beat out of control. Mitchie could feel it; her head was on Miley's chest.
"Miley?" Mitchie whispered.
"Y-Yeah?"
"Your heart's pounding like a jackhammer. Are you okay?" Miley blushed at this, but Mitchie didn't see.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mitch." she lied. "Just kinda freaked out a little bit."
"Miley. . ." Mitchie began. "I'll be here all night. I'm not gonna leave and nothing's gonna happen to you, I promise." She smiled and Miley started to stroke her hair again.
"Besides," Mitchie continued. "If anyone came to hurt you, I'd kick their ass in a heartbeat!" Miley's laughter filled the room and Mitchie snuggled closer.
"Seriously, Mitch?" Miley giggled. "You've never fought anyone your whole life. And you're willing to risk your good girl rep just for me?" The Torres girl smiled and nodded against the Stewart child's chest.
"No one messes with my girl." she yawned lightly, soon drifting into dreamland. Miley's eyes grew wide and her mouth opened slightly. My girl?
"Mitch? M-Mitchie?" she called quietly. She got no reply. She sighed and closed her eyes, but couldn't sleep. My girl? She smiled at the thought of being Mitchie's girl.
"Mitchie's girl." the words rolled off her tongue and tickled her ears. "Mitchie Torres' girl. . .ah. . .Mitchie's girlfriend. . .huh. . .Mrs. Torres. . . oh, I like that one." She glanced at the beauty resting on her and grinned. Her grin quickly disappeared when a thought occurred to her.
"What if she didn't mean it like that?" she worried. "What if she meant it like 'you're not gonna mess with my friend' instead?" She sighed heavily and let her eyelids drop.
"I'll worry about it later." she decided. "After all, who knows what tomorrow will bring."
Mmkay. There it is. Review, plz! I was thinking about making another chapter, but I might leave it here...