Disclaimer: I do not Hannah Montana, cos if I did, I'd be rich and I'd probably dance a lot more. I'm just working with the stuff that's between the lines.

Rating: 15+

Pairing: Miley/Lilly

Summary: Lilly tries to pinpoint the exact moment she fell in love with Miley Ray Stewart

Notes: Just a short one, couple of chapters long. Read and Review. Would love to know your feedback. I'm going to be basing some of the fic around episodes, but I'll be playing with them. Changing them a lil bit. Oh yeah. Flashbacks in Italics.

Chapter 1

I don't know the exact moment I fell for her. I really don't. There wasn't just one moment where I was like 'Oh, wow, Yep I love Miley'. It was more natural than that. At first I really started noticing her, noticing us, the way we act together. Then it kind of progressed from there. Admitting I had more than friendly feelings towards her wasn't really a big deal. Well to me anyway.

I do remember the first time I had… Well, let's just say non G rated thoughts, about her.

It was 2006 and Miley was really nervous about messing up one of her shows, after stuffing up the national anthem at a Lakers game…

flashback

"But what if I forget the words to one of MY songs?" Miley says, stressing. I place my hand on her back for support "Or if I forgot to put my costume on. Then, I'd be singing in my underwear!"

My hand suddenly stops it's movements on her lower back, freezing. A small smile graces my features as my mind flashes to Miley dancing around in her underwear.

"That'd be quite a show." I say with a grin on my face

I remove my hand from Mileys back suddenly; somehow I can't touch my best friend when I'm imagining her dancing around half naked.

I snap out of it when Miley clicks in front of my face

"Hey! Best friend in need here" She says pointing at herself "Nobody said to stop rubbin my back." She says with a pout

I sigh and grin at her, moving my hand to her lower back. She relaxes instantly to my touch

"Princess." I mumble

"You love it."

And she's right.

Miley dancing half naked stayed with me for a really long time, it eventually progressed from half naked, to a strip tease, to fully naked. Then the dancing stopped.

Yep, no more dancing, more… Umm… Grinding? She would walk up to me in my dreams and we'd be doing things that I'm sure a 15 year old girl shouldn't be imagining her best friend doing.

Even after all of that, all the dreams, I still didn't think that my feelings towards Miley were anything close to love. I really didn't think too much about it at all. I avoided it.

I'd see Miley and everything would be normal, we'd laugh, chat and mess around together. We'd fight. We'd make up.

By the time we were 18 I knew I wanted her. I still didn't admit it was love but I knew I wanted her in some way shape or form other than being my best friend. I wanted to be the one to hold her. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. I wanted to make her feel needed, wanted, lusted, I wanted to invoke passion in her. Wanted her to scream at my touch.

I needed her to want me.

When we were 18 and she was dating Jake Ryan again, I fell apart. We had the biggest fight we'd ever had, because she slept with him.

Flashback

"Lils can I tell you somethin?" Miley asks, more excited than I've ever seen her

"You're Hannah Montana?! I knew it!!" I ask mockingly

"Yer a regular comedian Lils." She says rolling her eyes "Fine, I won't tell you."

"Aww come on Miles, I was joking. Tell me." I say as I make her sit on her bed and gently poke her side "Tell me Tell me Tell me!"

"Me and Jake, we… Ya know, took the next step." She says nervously

"YOU HAD SEX WITH JAKE RYAN?!!!" I say, louder than I wanted

"Sweet nibblets Lilly!" She screams, lunging at my mouth and tacking me to the bed "Ya want my dad to kill the boy? Geez" She says, still keeping me pinned to the bed

I can't process this. Not yet. Not with Miley invading all my senses. I struggle underneath her, but I can't budge

"Get off of me Miles." I say, sounding more pathetic than I wanted to.

She looks at me for a second, trying to read my eyes

"Nah, I think I'm comfy."

"Aww come on Miles." I plead. Fine. "Were you, ya know, safe?" I ask, scared of the answer

"Geez, yes! I'm Hannah freakin Montana for cryin out loud! Kids look up to me!"

"Are you happy?" I ask, a few decibels softer than normal

She raises her eyebrow and looks at me with a smile

"Yeah, I really am." Is all she says

She stays sitting on me, not speaking. I've been with Oliver for 2 years now, and we still haven't made that progression. He's wanted to. I haven't. I guess I was waiting for something more.

As if sensing my sombreness Miley adjusts herself on me, sending shivers into places that Miley shouldn't be sending shivers.

She leans down slowly and embraces me in a hug. Tears spring to my eyes as she whispers "You're the best friend a superstar could want, ya know that right?"