A/N- I have no idea where I'm going with this. I've been horribly busy and I haven't written anything in a while. Hopefully you like; please leave a review, regardless. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. Such is life.

Miley sat at her desk, doing the history homework she had been putting off since last Thursday which was due tomorrow. She had her back to the open window, which offered a cool, salty ocean breeze, a pleasant change from the normally humid Malibu air. It was late; the last time Miley had looked at the clock, it was 11:09. Procrastination was definitely Miley's weakness. That, and…

Suddenly, Miley felt a pair of small, warm hands on her shoulders. She didn't jump or even turn around; she knew those hands. Miley stood up slowly, her knees buckling a bit when she heard her name whispered gently. The next thing she knew, a slightly shorter, feminine body was pressed into her back, and the pink-and-black-fingernailed hands were grazing Miley's midsection.

The history homework was instantly forgotten as Miley turned around for a loving embrace. Lilly grinned and delicately kissed Miley. Distractions were always welcome, especially if they were of the Lilly variety.

Miley brushed a strand of blonde hair behind the other girl's ear. Lilly was wearing white board shorts, a rainbow belt (Subtle, Miley thought), and a perfectly tight light blue polo shirt. After staring at her girlfriend for more than her fair share of time, Miley brought their lips together again for a longer, harder kiss. She hooked her thumbs into Lilly's belt and pulled her even closer. "Am I interrupting your, uh, homework?" Lilly said with some difficulty, a devilish smile playing on her face.

"Nope," Miley said thickly, her lips grazing Lilly's ear. The blonde shivered. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, barely pausing for breath. Lilly slipped her hand into Miley's shirt, her fingers locating the brunette's bra clasp in record time. Miley smiled into the kiss; Lilly sure was talented.

At that instant, there was a sharp knock on the door, followed by Robbie Ray's voice: "Miles, I know you're workin' hard in there, so I made you a cup of my famous Loco Hot Cocoa, with the little marshmallows so you don't-" The doorknob turned.

"Shit," Miley hissed, jumping away from Lilly. But her father was already standing in the now-open doorway, an ashen look on his face. The hand holding the mug relaxed a little, allowing some hot chocolate and a marshmallow to slosh to the floor.

Nobody breathed. Miley dragged her eyes to the clock, which read 11:43. Not that it mattered. Time seemed to be frozen, at least in Miley's bedroom. In the rest of the world, the time changed to 11:44.

Lilly spoke first, her voice climbing an octave like it always did when she was nervous. "Uh, okay, Mr. S, I'll just let myself out…" she made to pass Miley's father, who was still standing in the doorframe. But he didn't move. His eyes were glazed, and his lips were parted. He made a sound, as if to speak, but nothing came out.

Finally, Robbie Ray set the mug down on Miley's bedside table, his hand shaking. "I'm goin' out," he said simply, his voice gruff and deeply emotional. He strode down the hallway. Miley and Lilly heard him jog down the stairs, then the slam of the screen door, then the ignition of his truck. Miley finally breathed out.

Lilly's face was white, and she looked from Miley to the door. Miley just stared down at the floor. "What've I done, Lils?" Her blue eyes sparkled with tears, and Lilly felt a sharp pang in her heart.

Lilly shook her head. "Nothing, Miley. I-I'm sure he'll be back. He just needs to…think." Even as she said this, she looked uncertain.

Miley didn't say anything. Finally, she raised her head and looked at Lilly with a painful expression on her face. "What if he doesn't?"

Lilly crossed the room and enveloped Miley's body in a tender hug. This time, there was no sexual tension; only comfort. The blonde didn't break the embrace, even when Miley began to shake and her tears fell wet on Lilly's shoulder.