Chapter Two:
Wow. I was in a lip lock with Jackson Stewart and all I could think was wow. He was a good kisser. I mean the moment was kind of ruined by the paparazzi , but man was he a good kisser. Wait a minute, why was Jackson kissing me?
I tried to pull away, but Jackson held me, not like he was forcing me to, but like he didn't want it to end. If that's how he wanted it to be…
So I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt him smile against my lips.
I started to realize that the paparazzi were getting more aggressive. I lightly pushed Jackson's chest to tell him to let go of me and he drew back. He was smiling like an idiot. I smiled back at him. Then I made the mistake of turning around.
Miley was standing there with her jaw on the ground. I looked at Jackson and we took her on each side and pulled her toward the limo. The press was shouting questions at us, but we didn't answer any of them. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
The last thing I heard before I got in the limo after Miley was, "What's the purple-haired girl's name again?" I almost died laughing.
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What just happened? I mean, one second I hear the sound of paparazzi, then I walk out the door to see Jackson kissing Lilly, er, Lola. I was about to slap him until I saw her wrap her arms around his neck. What in the…?
Pinch. Me.
My brother is making out with my best friend, why? I mean, is this an alternate dimension or something?
I watched them pull apart and walk toward me. I felt one of them on each side of me and then they pushed me in the limo.
The only thing I could get out was, "What. Was. That?
They just gave each other goofy smiles and looked away. So that's how they were going to be. Whatever, I'd just read about it in the tabloids later. Wait a minute…
Oh no.
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I just couldn't believe it. That was the best kiss I'd ever had. And it was with Truscott. Wow.
The quiet ride in the limo was enough to make me realize what I had just done. I had kissed Lilly.
What in the hell was I thinking! I kissed Lilly! No, I kissed Lola. Who am I kidding, there's no difference!
And why did I enjoy it! It's wrong to like your little sister's best friend, isn't it? Yes it is, what am I thinking! I can't it's just…weird!
She's looking at me. Why is she looking at me? Oh god! She's probably thinking about the kiss. She probably hates me now. That's great, that's just perfect.
Wait a minute, does she? She kissed me back, does that count? Of course it counts! She liked it!
Wait, should I like that she liked it? Isn't that wrong or something?
Oh fuck it, I like Lilly! Oh shit.
