"Hannah Montana has finally straightened up her act. It's known to everyone how she acted with Tyra Banks at a shoe department store weeks before and her mysterious disappearance at her World Musc Awards in New York. But we have word right now that she went to Crowley Corners and help raise money in order to save the small town," the anchor woman smiled at her co-workers and at the camera, "I gotta tell you. At first I thought she was going to end up like most young stars right after the feud with Tyra Banks. But gosh, this girl knows how to stay grounded after what could've her career destroyer."
"Critic Barney Bittman is with us today," the anchorman announced. "Now Barney Bittman, what do you think of this? Did you think that Hannah would actually recover and do something as charitable as this?"
Barney Bittman gave them his odd grin, "I always knew Hannah had it in her to be bad. I mean before that she was so squeaky clean! I really think she used this as an advantage because everyone loves her more than they already do. I'm telling you, she probably planned this all along. I personally love Hannah Montana, so Hannah, you go girl!"
The anchorman chuckled, "We have an enthusiastic fan among us, guys. But Barney, let's talk about the other teen pop sensation, Mikayla. Now Barney, everyone is well aware of how much you criticize her. Why?"
Barney's grin turned into a cynical scold, "See that's where you're wrong. Mikayla isn't a teen pop sensation, she's a teen POOP sensation. That girl is just the worst and her first hit "If Cupid Had A Heart" was downright awful. If Mikayla had a heart, she'd stop singing! I mean really now-"
Mikayla turned the television off fuming. She tapped her heels against her loft's hardwood flooring as she stared at her now blank 40" LCD screen. She wanted to let it all out in a loud scream, but restrained herself to. The Hispanic singer balled her delicate fingers into a ball of fist. She stood up from her leather couch and snatched her iPhone from the glass coffee table.
"Hey Mikayla, what's u-" She cut in her publicist.
"What the fuck is Barney's problem? Can't you just call the fucking douche and tell him to shut the hell up about me? I'm really can't keeping have to take this shit from that asshole," Mikayla hissed into her phone. She paced around her kitchen island.
"Now Mikayla, you know we can't do that, it'll ruin you." Mikayla didn't like how her publicist is being calm about it.
She gripped her iPhone tighter, "Well why can't you fucking not?"
She could her the a sigh on the other line, "I've told you a bunch of times before. If we do something about it people might think the wrong way and you don't need that kind of press." Her publicist muttered softly, but Mikayla could hear her perfectly clear, "But pretty much everyone already knows how much of a bitch you are."
Mikayla had enough of it. She hanged up without saying goodbye and dropped her phone on the granite countertop. She groaned in anger as she combed out her hair with her fingers. She tapped the countertop, thinking of what to do now. Everyone's bullshitting me lately. Barney, my publicist, hell even the hardcore fans are doubting me now. Not my fucking fault my record deal makes me sing this pop shit. She glanced at the built-in microwave and checked the time. 3:10. It was Thursday, 3:10 p.m.
The tormented celebrity grabbed her Coach purse and rushed out of her loft, making sure to slam the door to satisfy her anger, before locking it and heading to the parking floor. Mikayla needed someone. And that someone should be out of school right now. Mitchie fucking Torres better be home when I get there.
She made sure to get her 'ride-anywhere-in-a-car-nobody-knows-you-have' car, which was, of course, a year old Hona Civic. The Hispanic glanced at her Porsche 911 Turbo, sighing. Maybe next time baby. And then she was off.
Clad with huge shades, she drove through numerous streets. It was times like this Mikayla wondered how she ended like this, going to an average teen girl only a couple months older than herself, they're both 17 years old to be exact, every time the world was just too much for her. Although she'd be lying she she said she doesn't recall how it came to be. She remembered all too well how it started about a year ago...
Two weeks after the orange juice incident, she got a call from a random number on her private cell. She couldn't answer it. Mikayla was extremely busy–busy bitching with Hannah Montana that is. She was so stressed after that feud with the blonde popstar that when she returned the caller, she let all out her frustration on the person on the line and confessed her worries. It was Mitchie. Oops. Mikayla practically just spilled everything she kept inside to a stranger who spilled freaking orange juice on her. That wasn't fair trade at all.
"Hey hey, everything's gonna be alright," she started.
By the time Mikayla hanged up 2 hours later, she was smiling. That's the second time she genuinely smiled–not for the cameras, not for the fans, but for herself. All because of Mitchie. She didn't know what compelled her to do it, but she did. 'Hey wanna hang out sometime?' Mikayla texted her five minutes after the end of their call and she didn't regret it at all.
And now here she was, parking her car into the driveway of a two-story, white house. She recognized the Prius parked at the curb and smirked. Taking out the house key duplicated just for her, she opened the front door and closed it with a soft click. She stifled a giggle when she realized her heeled boots weren't exactly ninja material, but she tried her best anyways. Click, click, click. As she made her way across the house, she thought of how this happened.
Mikayla knew for a fact that Mitchie would become that friend she didn't know she wished for. She knew that it'll become something she cherished. And she sure as hell knew perfectly clear that it would her secret. And Mitchie's as well. She just didn't know there was more to the equation than she expected.
She could hear soft humming coming from the other side of the door. The operation commenced. Mikayla slowly twisted the doorknob and sneaked into the familiar purple room. Mitchie was sitting on her be, her back towards Mikayla, doing her homework while humming a tune from her iPod. Perfect. The brunette did her best to keep quiet as she walked towards the older teen. Mikayla decided she'll do it just this one time.
"Whoa, what the freak!" Mitchie yelped when a body tackled her down the bed. "Mikayla, what are you doing?"
The Hispanic sighed in amusement before getting off of Mitchie and settled on the bed beside her. "Nothing. Just wanted to try it out. Why haven't you said hi to me yet?" Mikayla scolded, but both of them knew the singer was perfectly joking.
Mitchie rolled her eyes, "Well I'm sorry. I just had a body topple over me before I could, but I guess that excuse isn't good enough for you."
Mikayla crossed her arms and kept her act, "Of course it isn't good enough. And yet you still haven't said hi to me."
"Alright bossy, come over here," Mitchie motioned the brunette to come closer to which Mikayla grinned and stopped her acting. "Here's your damn hello."
She felt Mitchie place her palm on her left cheek, gently tilting her head to the side. Mikayla closed her eyes and sighed as she felt those delicious lips finally on hers. She softly nipped at Mitchie's bottom lip–smirking when begging whimper reached her ears. She took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, satisfied of feeling her tongue play against Mitchie's. She loved Hello's.
They broke apart, both slightly out of breath, "Hey Mikayla."
The singer hummed in acknowledge as she wrapped her arms around Mitchie and leaned against headboard. Homework and books forgotten, Mitchie sighed and gently brushed Mikayla's bangs and kissed her cheek. She knew something was wrong. Mikayla knew Mitchie could read her like an open book. She was just waiting to be asked.
"What happened?"
The brunette didn't say anything right after, instead paying more attention to Mitchie's hand and how much her hands felt so soft against hers. Mikayla gripped it tightly as the previous events swarmed her mind. All the anger that left her just a few minutes ago resurfaced and she tried her best to control it for Mitchie's safety, and hers as well. Her body eased from tension when Mitchie comfortly rubbed circles on her stomach with her palm, calming her nerves just enough to have a clear mind.
"Mikayla, what's wrong?" Her voice was gentle as always.
The younger teen sighed and gathered her thoughts. "It's Barney again. And everyone else actually. Mitch, I don't how much I can handle living like this. I have–no–I NEED to do something! All these motherfu–" She was caught off guard when she was silenced by a kiss.
"Okay Mik. No need to get out of hand," she chuckled softly. "I know there's a lot of stuff going on, but you have to stay grounded. Don't let them make you fall." Another kiss, "Besides, I'm right here holding you up, remember?"
Mikayla nodded softly, but huffed right after, "But I'm still pissed off. Anger just doesn't disappear like that," she snapped to emphasize 'that'. Although she knew she was half lying. Anger could just disappear like that whenever Mitchie's there. "All this pumped up energy needs to taken out somehow."
"Well, find some other way to get rid of it. There will be no bitch fit in my room today," hearing Mitchie say this sparked an idea for Mikayla.
Mikayla smirked, "You know, Mitch. You're right. I should do something else to get rid of all this energy." She lifted Mitchie with little difficulty so that she was sitting on her lap, "And I know just the thing."
She felt Mitchie wrap her arms around her shoulders, "I have a feeling I know where this is leading up to. And I'd like to say how much of a bad girl you are, Ms. Gomez."
Pleasure hummed through her core, "Oh? Do you have any problem with that, Torres?" Their lips ghost over each other.
"Absolutely none," Mitchie bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
"Good."
Mikayla brought their lips together in a deep kiss as her hands that once rested on Mitchie's hiked the older teen's top. She reveled at the feeling of Mitchie's body twitch from her curious hands. She bucked her hips playfully against Mitchie's, grinning at the older teen's soft gasp. The friction was delicious against their denim jeans, but Mikayla wanted more. She broke the kiss, getting a frustrated groan from her girlfriend, before leaving kisses down Mitchie's throat. As she nipped and kissed, Mikayla expertly pushed Mitchie onto her back with Mitchie's legs wrapped securely around her waist as she remained on her knees.
She went back up to Mitchie's earlobe, scraping it lightly with her teeth, emitting a moan from the girl beneath her. "This is all about you, baby. Close your eyes and just feel." Mikayla jerked her hips forward as an added affect. A quiet whimper fell from Mitchie's lips who nodded obediently and shut her eyes.
Mikayla leaned back for a moment to take in the site before her. Mitchie's chest heaved up and down with ever shallow breath she took in. Her open, plump lips waiting to be bruised. Mikayla let her eyes trail down her throat and follow the V-necks path down those glorious lady lumps. She wettened her lips. Mikayla's gonna have fun today. The popstar went back to her dirty deed.
She licked down Mitchie's throat, grinning as she felt the teen shiver under her. Mikayla reached for one of Mitchie's hand and intertwined their fingers as her free hand trailed a finger down her front. She bit back a moan when Mitchie eagerly bucked her hips against hers waiting for more.
"Mickey..." Her throat became dry just hearing her name spoken in such a husky whisper.
The brunette groaned as she felt her center pulse with pleasure. She hovered Mitchie again and didn't waste anymore time. She bit a little harder onto the older girl's juglar vein that made Mitchie hiss and grip her hand and the bedsheets tighter. Mikayla lapped it with her tongue once before sucking feverishly.
"Mikayla," her words mixed with a throaty groan, "... please."
"Okay, baby." She brought her attention back to Mitchie's lips, driving her tongue into her mouth as she grinded her denim clad center against the older teen. Mikayla released her tight hold to Mitchie's hand and held the edge of her top and lifted it up. Mitchie raised her body up just enough to take off the shirt before falling back on the bed. The singer gazed at her girlfriend's milky skin that was now exposed to her. She pecked her lips before working on the task at hand.
Mikayla kissed the area just above the black bra and squeeze one of them through the fabric with her hand. She smirked at hearing Mitchie gasp and feeling her arch her back towards her palm. She reached behind Mitchie to unclasp the bra and flinged it somewhere around the room. She could hear Mitchie moan in approval as she finally wrapped her lips around her left nipple. She brought her left hand to massage the neglected boob as she continued to lap the other one with her tongue. Mikayla sneakly used her free hand to undo the jeans and pull it down just a bit.
Mitchie felt the tug and untangled her legs around Mikayla's hips and lifted her butt up to remove the annoying obstruction keeping her away from want she wanted. Mikayla chuckled at her eagerness before trailing Mitchie's stomach, nipping her way down and stopped right where her underwear is.
Mitchie groaned in anger, "Damn it, Mickey. Stop teasing and get on with it!"
The singer smirked and raked her nails across Mitchie's thighs, "Get on with what? Tell me."
The older girl hissed, "Fuck me already. I don't know! Do whatever the hell you want EXCEPT for teasing." She moaned, "I just need to get off already!"
Mikayla groaned at her girlfriend's wording, but heeded. She hooked her fingers around the panties to take it off and expose Mitchie's center. Mitchie was wet for her, alright. The older teen moaned in anticipation and bucked her hips in need. Mikayla dove in.
She popped a kiss on her clit causing Mitchie to tremble in pleasure. She then lapped at the juice already dripping from her opening–relishing it. Mikayla brought her head back, making Mitchie whimper in disappointment before screaming when she felt two fingers plunge inside her with no warning. Mikayla watched as Mitchie gripped onto the bedsheets while rocking her hips against her fingers. She went back to suck on her neck as she continued to pump her fingers into Mitchie in a steady rhythm.
"M-Mickey," her words were barely understandable. "F-faster and harder," she hissed, "Oh my god, please!"
Mitchie tried her best to keep up with the faster pace as Mikayla roughly finger fucked her just the way she asked for. Her hips fell into sync with Mikayla's hand as she bucked her hips back against it–each time harder and harder as it brought her closer to the edge.
Mikayla brought her lips against her ears, "Tell me when, Mitch. Tell me when you're going to cum." She could Mitchie's walls clench around her finger telling her how close she is.
"I'm so close," Mitchie groaned and tilted her head back. "I'm–I'm, mm, right there. Oh my god." Mikayla kept up the pace while she suddenly lifted Mitchie from the bed and onto her lap, bringing her fingers deeper into the older teen.
"Mickey, I'm almost there," she stopped talking as pleasure started to take over her body and mind. She gripped onto Mikayla's shoulders as she was near her climax. Mikayla smirked before curling up her fingers and caressed her inner walls–sending Mitchie over the edge. The older teen let out a string of moans and squeals that sounded like music to the brunette's ears. She watched in awe as Mitchie continued to twitch and rock her hips until her orgasm subsided before collapsing on top of her. Both of them were breathless.
Mikayla brushed the bangs off of Mitchie's moist forehead and kissed it. "I'm not angry anymore."
Mitchie snorted weakly, "You better not be."
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Wow, okay, this was VERY VERY VERY difficult to write. This is actually the first time I wrote something like that. Was it good? I hope so ):
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