AN: Oh yeah, I got excited and wrote quite a bit. :]
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Lilly's POV
"The beach isn't fun any more." I groaned, sitting in one of the chairs down by Rico's. I used my nails to chip off some of the blue paint on the table in front of me. Oliver just sighed sat down beside me.
"When are you gonna get over this? It's been a week, Lilly, come on. She's just some celebrity." He pointed out, pulling out his phone and texting back his squeeze, Saint Sarah.
"I've never felt this way before. I'm drowning in my depression." I folded my arms on the table and rested my head on them. "The sun is less bright, the sky is less blue, the grass isn't green."
"And you seriously need to get a date." He muttered, closing his phone. "So is it boys or girls this week?"
"I don't know." I murmured, breathing in the ocean air. "Girls, because you've officially made me shun boys. They can be so...not understanding."
"Sorry, Lils, but I just don't get why you're like this." He shrugged. "Hey, Sarah'll be down here in a few minutes. Maybe she can hook you up with one of her church friends."
"Yay." I sarcastically replied. "Because I've always thought nuns are sexy."
I would have continued my verbal war with Oliver, but something caught my eye and drowned out everything else. This something wearing a skirt that showed of her long, tan legs.
"Whoa..." I muttered, my eyes following this girl as she and some guy walked up to Rico's and looked over the menu.
"Are you even listening to me?" Oliver finally questioned, following my stare. A knowing smile spread across his face
"Who's she?" I asked, only noticing that I was staring with wide eyes and my mouth hanging open when she glanced over her shoulder and caught me. I looked away quickly, back to Oliver who was focused on his phone again.
"I don't know. New girl, I guess. She looks about our age, maybe a little older." He muttered, closing his phone and looking eagerly around for Sarah.
"You're whipped." I muttered, looking at the new girl out of the corner of my eye. "There's an insanely gorgeous girl over there and you're looking for Sarah."
He laughed, leaning back in his chair and glancing at the new girl. "She's okay." He shrugged.
"Okay?" I asked in disbelief. "She's, like, the hottest girl on this beach. She just turned me gay with one look."
"Wow." He shook his head, flipping open his phone again. "Going a little dramatic, aren't ya?"
"Nope." I muttered, watching her sit on a stool and talk to the guy she was with. "Do you think that's her boyfriend? He looks too old for her. Maybe it's a brother, they kind of look a little bit like each other. And they have the same tan."
"What about Hannah Montana, Lilly?" He faked shock, closing his phone and waving to Sarah as she came into view. "I thought you were depressed over her?"
"Hannah who?" I sighed with a dreamy voice.
Sarah finally reached us, sitting next to Oliver and sharing a pretty long kiss. I was glad when the new girl glanced over at us, seeing them together. I didn't want her thinking I was with Oliver, like most people usually think when they see us hanging out.
I smiled at her, and she bit her bottom lip and looked over at the guy she was with. My smile fell, but I didn't frown. How could I when there was a freakin angel thirty feet away?
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Miley's POV
"I doubt she's staring at you, Miles. It's all in your head." Jackson replied, taking too big of a bite of his burger. I tried to keep my eyes from turning and looking at the girl, but I couldn't. One more glance to check wouldn't hurt, would it?
I looked over at her again, seeing the guy she had been talking to still kissing the newest girl at the table. The blond girl's smile got bigger when our eyes locked and I felt a smile coming to my lips. She was adorable, with her little beanie on. She looked like one of those skaters, but her outfit said she was only slightly on the preppy side. I could live with that.
"No, she's staring." I sighed, turning my head around to look up at the menu again. I was still smiling and Jackson noticed, pausing his feast to reply.
"Don't worry, I don't think she recognizes you or anything." He shook his head, turning to look at the blond girl. "Hey, she's kind of cute."
"I saw her first." I muttered, still smiling. He turned back to his food, shaking his head and muttering something about how I get all the good stuff.
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Lilly's POV
It's been eight days since I saw the new girl at Rico's. I've been down there every day since, but she hasn't showed up again. I even went to the mall a couple times with the love birds, Oliver and Sarah. But I still couldn't find her.
Until today.
I couldn't believe it at first, it was just too good to be true. She lives exactly eight houses down and across the street from me. I saw that guy, who I'm positive is her brother, and her getting out of a car and walking up to the house a few hours ago. So I called Oliver over and we've been staked out in my front yard, hoping to see her again. Just so he could shut up, I let him invite Sarah over and they've been making out for the past twenty minutes. But it was worth it if I could see her again, maybe even talk to her.
"Earth to Lilly?" Oliver waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. I turned around to look at him, only a few steps up higher than I was. "You've been zoned out for like an hour."
"I'm fine." I muttered, squinting through the Malibu heat at her house. It was a nice house. Big, with a pretty color, lots of trees keeping it in the shade.
"We're bored." He groaned, his arm around Sarah's shoulders. "It's hot, can't we go down to the beach?"
"Go if you want, I'll be right here." I replied, sighing and resting my head on my palm. Can she just hurry up and get her butt outside so I can stare at it?
"I feel like a stalker." Sarah announced, standing up with Oliver. "It's very uncomfortable. And I know you like this girl, Lilly, but you really shouldn't stare at her house for hours just to see her for ten seconds."
"Fine, let's go to the beach." I caved, standing and following the love birds to the street. We walked across and used the little path between two of the neighbor's houses to get to it. We strolled down to Rico's, and I stretched my neck as far as it would go to check down the beach both ways. No sign of her.
"Want some nachos, Lil? We don't mind sharing." Oliver proposed, him and Sarah holding hands as they walked over to get in line. I wanted to eat, God knows how much a I love to eat, but I was still bummed about my stake out ending in a big fail.
"No thanks." I told him, staying in line with them anyways. It took a couple more minutes for us to get up to the front, and I was shocked out of my mind to see who was taking their order.
"I'm Jackson, what can I get for you?" He asked, smiling politely at Oliver as he and Sarah talked it out. When his eyes fell on me, his expression changed to something different.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked, leaning over the side of the counter. I got up on one of the stools while Sarah and Oliver argued over what type of cheese to get on their nachos.
"You're the new neighbor, right?" I asked slowly, hoping he'd think that's why I was talking to him. Really I just wanted to know about his cute sister.
"Well, if you live on...whatever road that is right there." He pointed towards the houses close by, shrugging when he couldn't remember the street name.
"Yeah, I thought so." I nodded, hoping I didn't sound like I needed to know anything. "So...you have any siblings? I think I saw a girl with you down here before?"
"Yeah..." He said slowly, glancing at Oliver and Sarah who still hadn't decided what type of cheese to get yet. He looked back at me, almost like he was trying not to laugh. "...her name's Miley. I'm Jackson Stewart, by the way."
"Nice to meet you." I smiled politely at him. Miley? That's a weird name. Cute, but strange. I like it. "I'm Lilly Truscott. So, are you guys going to Sea View High?"
"Yep, we'll be starting with you guys." He nodded, stopping and getting Oliver and Sarah's nachos. He put two different kinds of cheese on it. When he handed it to them he explained that the left side is for Oliver and the right is for Sarah. "So what grade're you in?"
"I'll be a sophmore." I answered, begging God for Miley Stewart to be my age. He smiled and pulled out a wash rag, rubbing down the counter while Oliver and Sarah went over to our usual table.
"So will Miley." He replied, his voice sounding like he was amused at the conversation. "I'll be a senior, though."
"That's cool." I said, holding in the happy dance that was building inside me. "So where are you guys from?"
"LA." He sighed, tossing the rag to the side and leaning on the counter again. "But our dad is...kind of switching jobs right now, so we moved here. I like it better here, to be honest."
"That's even cooler." I bit my bottom lip, wondering if he'd run home and tell his sister if I kept asking questions about her. I decided to push my luck. "So what's Miley like?"
He gave me a funny look before smiling off to the side. "She's okay. Best little sister I could ask for. We get along, most of the time. But lately she hasn't been herself."
"What do you mean?" I asked carefully. Was I getting to personal? Was I asking too many questions?
"Well, let's just say she got into a little bit of trouble." He shrugged, standing up as a couple came up and looked at the menu. They ordered, he gave them their food, then returned to leaning against the counter.
"Where is she now?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I'm pretty sure he saw right through me, because he kept giving me that funny look.
"She's at home, still getting used to having all this new stuff." He answered, saying it slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully and trying not let something slip.
"Well, if you guys ever need someone to show you around, or hang out with...me and my friends don't have anything to do. Wait, no, let me rephrase this. They have plenty to do, like make out constantly, but I'm pretty much always free...and bored. So I'm kind of asking you and your sister to save me from this torture." I pointed over my shoulder, and sure enough Oliver and Sarah were being all couple-like and feeding each other nachos.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Want me to tell her about this huge crush you have on her, too?"
I sighed, knowing he could see right through my fake polite smile. I looked away, a small blush on my cheeks. I turned back to him, leaning closer.
"Am I that obvious?" I giggled, as he nodded.
"Like the stripes on a tiger." He laughed, stopping to get someone a refill. He returned and my small embarrassment continued. "So what's your label?"
"It changes." I shrugged, not wanting to spill my guts out to him. "But I lean towards girls, because guys are all idiots. No offense."
"None taken." He smiled. There was something about the way he talked. It sounded kind of southern, but the California-ness was obviously in there, too.
"So do I have a shot?" I perked up, tilting my head to the side giving him the cutest smile I could. He looked away, thinking it over.
He shrugged. "You'll have to meet her and find out."
"Okay, but don't run back to your house and tell her you met some girl who has a huge crush on her." I pointed my index finger at him. He pulled the wash rag back out, wiping off something that he'd missed earlier.
"No promises, but I'll keep it on the down low." He answered. "But just so you know, I don't think Miley's in the dating mood. She needs some friends. Some nice friends. I think you, love bird one, and love bird two might be good for her. She's not too good at making friends, so be nice to her, okay?"
"Well if she ever comes out of that house again, maybe I can do something." I shrugged, raising my eyebrows. "Oh, say, a certain inside man could, maybe, I don't know, suggest that she come down here tomorrow?"
He stopped what he was doing, one hand on the counter and his eyes narrowing at me. "Do I get a code name?"
My eyebrows shot up and I tried not to laugh. "Um...sure?"
"Then okay." He nodded, leaning and adding, "Agent Ladies Man is on the case."
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Miley's POV
"You told her what?!" I exclaimed, sitting up straighter on the couch and looking for something to throw at my bonehead brother. I found a an old newspaper and crumbled it up, tossing it as hard as I could at him. He ducked, it missing by a good ten feet anyways.
"I didn't exactly tell her, I just kind of hinted. What was I suppose to say?" He shrugged, flipping through a sports magazine.
"How about nothing? Did you ever think that maybe I don't want to start my first day being the school's new lesbian?" I asked him, lowering my voice even though Dad was gone to store.
"I didn't say anything about you being gay, Miles." He sighed, tossing the magazine down on the coffee table. "She was just being polite and asking some questions, trying to get to know the new kids. She's nice, I think you'll like her."
"Since when do you play match maker for me?" I asked him, crossing my arms and looking down. I didn't know how to feel about this. She sounds like one of those personal people to me, asking all of those questions to get to know us. Why? Is Malibu so boring that you have to pounce on the new kids for something to do?
"I wasn't playing match maker. She was just being friendly, and she said if we ever wanted to be shown around town or just wanna hang out to just call her." He replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a napkin. "Here's her number."
"I don't want it." I told him, watching as he put it down on the table and picked his magazine back up. He flipped through it, the silence bugging the crap out of me. "What'd you say her name is?"
He smiled, and glanced up from the magazine. "Lilly Truscott. I got to know a little about her in the ten minutes we talked. She's funny, she's an only child, her best friend is some guy who's dating some other girl so she's always the third wheel. And she did mention something about loving Hannah Montana."
"She did? She didn't look like the pop loving type..." I replied quietly, chewing on my bottom lip and thinking it over. She was cute. Really cute. And when I saw her down at Rico's, she was always smiling. She looks like someone who knows how to have a good time, and that's exactly what I need. And Jackson said she's funny, that's always a plus.
"Well, maybe if you talked to her, got to her a little bit..." He tossed the magazine down and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. "...maybe you'd know for yourself."
"I don't know, Jackson." I sighed, standing and running my hand through my hair as I followed him. I hopped up on a stool and watched him pull out a soda. "I'm not really in a friend mood. The last ones I had turned out to be pretty sucky."
"Miles, we're not in Hollywood any more." He reminded me, popping open the soda and chugging it. "These kids aren't celebrities, and they're not trying to be your friend just because you're Hannah Montana. I'm not telling you to go out and spill your secrets to them, and get all best friend-y with this Lilly girl. I'm just asking you to try them out. See if the old Miley doesn't show up."
"What are you talking about?" I shook my head, playing dumb. He gave me a look and sighed.
"We both know you've changed since Hannah made it big. Sure you didn't let fame get to your head at first, but after a while you opened up that door and never came back. Me and Dad just want the old you back. Because right now, Miley still doesn't exist. It's Hannah all the time, even without the wig." He explained, walking up next to me and placing his hand on my shoulder. "Just promise me you'll try them out."
"Fine." I sighed, looking away from him as he removed his hand. "I guess getting to know them a little wouldn't be horrible. But I can't tomorrow."
"Why not?" I eyed me.
"Me and Daddy have that stupid meeting with the record label's snobby president." I reminded him, holding in the groan. Not only was that meeting going to be hours long, but I'd have sit there and be Hannah, listening to the president and all his goons call me a disgrace to label's name.
"Oh yeah, I forgot." He muttered, walking towards the stairs. "If I see her at Rico's tomorrow I'll tell her you couldn't make it, and don't worry, I'll explain that it's my fault for not remembering that you had something to do."
"Jackson?" I called out. He stopped and leaned back so that his head popped around the corner. "Thanks for looking out for me."
"No problem." He smiled softly, disapearing again as he walked up the stairs.
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Lilly's POV
"Whaaaaat?" I groaned, folding my arms over the counter and staring at Jackson with big puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry, but it's my bad. I forgot about this thing she had to do today. Hey, maybe she'll show up later...I doubt it, but maybe." He shrugged, wiping down the counter of Rico's once again.
"Ugh!" I threw my head back. "Agent LM you are a failure."
"Are you that hot for her?" He laughed, tossing the rag over his shoulder and propping himself up on his elbows.
"Are you kidding? I don't even know her yet, but I'm positive she's the best friend I've been looking for. I mean, Oliver's great but I've never really had a girl best friend." I sighed, looking at him with sad eyes. "You disapoint me."
"And you confuse me." He replied, shaking his head. "I don't get it. Do you wanna be her friend, or her girlfriend? You keep changing your mind, and it's getting a little hard to follow."
"Sorry...but can't she be both?" I smiled, hope and dreams shining in my eyes. He laughed again, looking at his hand while he tried to get something off it.
"You have no idea how much crap I went through just to get her to agree to talk to you and the love birds. Don't get your hopes up too high." He answered, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth while he squinted and picked at the splinter in his hand.
"Why? Is she anti-social or something?" I asked, watching with an amused smile has he tried, and failed, to remove the tiny piece of wood from his hand.
"No, sometimes I can't get her to shut up." He laughed. "She's just got...minor trust issues these days. Her last friends weren't very nice. They pressured her into doing some pretty messed up stuff."
"So her old friends are bad kids, but she's not?" I questioned, rocking back and forth on the stool and wondering just what she got into. Drugs? Alcohal? Sex? I need details!
"I guess you could say that." He agreed, nodding his head a couple times as he finally got the splinter out. He pumped his fist into the air and shouted in victory. When he was done with his little happy dance, he stopped and looked at me.
I sighed and shook me head. "No wonder she doesn't want to come down here and be seen with you in public."
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Miley's POV
I was nervous. I was excited, but really nervous. Why? Well, I guess because Miley Stewart hasn't had a social life in a few years. I'm starting to see what Jackson and Dad are talking about. I'm not exactly sure who I am any more. I don't remember what I was like before Hannah took over. How much of a tragic confession is that?
I was walking down by the beach, wearing long sleeves even though it was still hot. I felt more comfortable in long sleeves, less exposed I guess you could say. I bit down on my bottom lip, looking at the form sitting close to the waves. It was her, Jackson told me so himself. He said he had told her I might show up later, and she said she didn't have anything to do so if I wanted to come hang out...I could.
Maybe I should turn back around. I feel so stupid. What am I going to say? What are we going to talk about? This was a stupid idea.
She sighed, looking up at the stars with this sad look on her face. My heart broke, and all previous thoughts fled the building. I kept walking, getting right behind her before she noticed me. She turned and looked up at me, a small smile coming to her face.
"Mind if I sit with you?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound as nervous as I felt. She shook her head, still smiling brightly. At least I can make her happy.
"No, go ahead." She replied, looking away from me at the ocean, a content smile on her lips. I sat down, the sand nice and soft under me. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, thanking my gut feeling earlier for putting on jeans.
"I'm Miley Stewart." I said after a few minutes of silence. She glanced at me, a soft laugh coming from her.
"Lilly Truscott." She extended her hand. Slowly I reached out and shook her hand. It was soft, it was warm, and for some reason I didn't want to let go. But she pulled away slowly, turning her gentle gaze back out to the ocean waves. I wrapped my arms around me legs again, begging myself to think of something to say. Be funny, be charming...make a friend.
"So, I hear you and my brother are hitting it off." I bit my bottom lip, looking in the other direction. I didn't want to see her reaction, but her voice said it all.
"He's a nice guy." She sighed, a hint of disapointment hidden in her tone. "A little on the...odd side, but he's okay."
I cracked a smile, looking over at her. She was still smiling.
"He's been bugging me like crazy to meet you. You must've made some kind of an impression on him." I told her, looking at her for little too long. I turned to the ocean, finally feeling a little normal around her. I wasn't exactly nervous any more. The hard part was over.
"I guess." She shrugged. "Truth is I wanted to meet you."
I glanced at her, wondering if she was secretly one of those people that tells you what you want to hear, just trying to get what they want and then close you out of there life forever. I pushed those paranoid thoughts away when she smiled. Why does she have to be so cute? I need a friend, not a crush.
"Why?" I asked shyly, looking at the sand between us. Her eyes were so blue, so soft and gentle.
"Jackson said you were my age...I was kinda hoping I could get a friend." She replied, her eyes looking down at her hands in her lap. "I've got Oliver Oaken, he's great...but he's not really a best friend. Just the closest thing I have to one. He'd rather spend time kissing his girlfriend, but she's nice so I don't mind when she tags along. But I'm always kinda been the third wheel, ya know? Oh...am I talking too much?"
I looked up into her eyes and smiled, shaking my head slowly. "No, I...I like listening. And you've got a very...unique voice."
"Please, don't tell me I sound like a chipmunk. I've heard it before." She giggled, looking out at the ocean.
"No, it's...cute." I bit my bottom lip as she blushed. Was I flirting? That's not good. Stop flirting. I need a friend, not a new relationship. And she wants a friend, too. Stop it, Stewart. Focus.
She looked back over at me, either not knowing what to say or not having anything to say. Suddenly her smile fell and she squinted her eyes at me, tilting her head to the side. God she's cute.
"Hey...have you ever been told that you look a lot like Hannah Montana?" She asked, her mouth hanging slightly open. Oh crap.
"Oh, um...yeah." I tried to laugh it off. "All the time. It gets old. But the upside is that I only need a blond wig for Halloween."
"Yeah..." She said, looking away and closing her eyes, shaking her head. "...yeah, that's pretty cool, I guess."
I kept it cool on the outside, but on the inside and I sighed in relief. She so caught me, I could see it in her eyes. But common sense, the one thing that keeps my secret going, kept her from believing it. I mean, come on. Why would Hannah Montana be sitting right next to you on the beach, flirting and trying to be your friend?
"So..." I searched like crazy for something funny to say. "...how am I doing in our friendship interview?"
She laughed at that one, glancing at me with that smile of hers.
"Passing with flying colors." She answered. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was the cutest thing about her. Was it her amazing blond hair? The light from the Moon was making it look almost silver. Was it her smile? It showed her immature, rebel side. Or was it her skin? Soft, warm...dang it, Miley, keep your mind focused. Friendship, not crush.
"So, how do we get to know each other? Play twenty questions or something?" I asked, smiling and hoping the little bit of charm that I had would come through for me. It worked, because she smiled and laughed a little.
"Favorite color?" She sighed, looking amused, not bored. Good sign.
"Blue." I answered instantly. She smiled even brighter.
"Me too." She nodded, looking out at the ocean. "It's one of the reason's why I love the ocean."
"Favorite animal?" I asked, following her gaze and looking at the water. It sparkled, the Moon keeping a constant ray of white light on it.
"Dinosaurs." She replied slowly, thinking about it for a few seconds. "If that doesn't count, a monkey."
"Dinosaurs?" I questioned and she gave me a look. "I like that one, but I'm gonna say dolphins."
"Favorite food?" She asked, leaning back on her hands. I had force myself not to stare at her chest.
"Um...I'll go with the classic teenage answer." I smiled as she joined me in saying, "Pizza."
"Okay, so favorite band or singer?" I asked, wondering if she'd really say me.
"Hannah Montana, and I'm not ashamed." She giggled, glancing at me with that little bit of wonder she had about my identity before shaking it off again. "What about you?"
"I like Taylor Swift." I answered, shrugging. "I'm a country girl at heart."
"I like country, but I'm more of an upbeat person. Metro Station is always nice. The Plain White T's are amazing. Hey There Delilah is one of my favorite songs of all time. I can't get enough of it." She looked up at the sky when she said that, making me giggle along with her. I liked how our laughs sounded together. It was like our own little music.
We went on and on. We talked about everything. Politics, actors, TV shows, how we both play the guitar.
"It's getting late." She finally sighed, standing up and brushing the sand off her butt. I couldn't help but watch, thankfully not getting caught when she turned and offered me her hand. I took it, loving the feeling of our hands touching again.
"You've got my number." I stated. It wasn't a question, just a reminder. We had exchanged numbers nearly an hour ago. "And I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we'll meet at Rico's. I can't wait to see the movie." She giggled, starting to walk back up towards Rico's. I walked next to her, not wanting to say goodbye. I was having so much fun, and to think I didn't even want to meet her a few hours ago. She was perfect. Exactly what Jackson had said, and so much more. Funny, cute, charming, smart. I coudn't get enough of her.
"Are your friends coming along? Oliver and...Sarah?" I asked, hoping I got the names right. She nodded.
"But it'll feel like it's just you and me. They'll be sucking on each other's faces too much to even notice you." She giggled, pulling out her phone and checking the time. "Wow, I'm late. I'm surprised my mother didn't call the police to come looking for me."
"Sorry I kept you so long." I bit down on my bottom lip. Not a good impression of me towards her mother.
"No, I had fun." She shook her head, stopping when we reached the end of our walk together. She would go right, I would go left.
"So did I." I nodded, still not wanting to leave her.
"I can't wait for tomorrow." She added, obviously not wanting leave either.
"Me too." I smiled, getting a smile from her. "Um...bye, I guess."
"Yeah..." She nodded. "...bye."
"See you later." I said, backing slowly away from her.
"Later." She muttered, watching me go.
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Lilly's POV
I've noticed a few things in the week that I've known Miley. Time flys when you get to hang out with your crush every day. I was just glad I finally get to go to the theme park with her. Can you say Haunted House?
"I can't do it." She shook her head, hiding her face in her hands. "I can't do it, Lilly. You guys go ahead, I'll just wait over by the exit."
"Please, Miley?" I gave her the puppy dog eyes and stuck out my bottom lip. She removed her hands from her face and groaned.
"No!" She shook her head, her laughing only making her refusal pointless.
"I'll be right next to you. It's just a ride. Besides, we've been on everything in park together, and I'm not gonna let you chicken out now. And we're not even to the Monster Coaster yet." I grabbed on to her hand and pulled us over to where Oliver and Sarah were standing in line.
"I...I'm scared." She giggled, biting her bottom lip. "I've never been good with these types of rides."
"I'll be sitting right next to you." I sighed, squeezing her hand a little. "You trust me, don't you?"
She looked into my eyes, an intense stare forming. She smiled slowly. "Yeah, I do."
"Just hold my hand, and you'll be fine." I smiled, glad that so far I've been able to keep my lunch down. Only because my focus has been on Miley grabbing my arm on every single ride so far. No way in hell was I letting this golden moment pass by. Was that selfish? Nah, she'll love it.
"And you call us the love birds." Oliver laughed, his arm around Sarah's shoulder. I gave him a glare, silently telling him to shut up while Miley looked off to the side and blushed. Was she just embarrassed he said that? Or was she completely disgusted and freaked out? She didn't look like she was freaked out...maybe it's just the hope in my head speaking, but she looks a little happy to hear that.
"Sarah, control your hormonal boyfriend." I tilted my head to the side and gave her an innocent smile. She nodded, understanding instantly. She turned them around, walking up in line and giving him a strong talk on women's rights.
When we got up to being first in line, after we'd climbed into the little two-person car, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "It's not too late, I can get out."
"No way." I grabbed on to her hand, a giddy feeling growing in my stomach at the contact. "I'm right here with you. You'll be fine, I promise."
The ride started before she could say anything else. The car jerked forward, sending our heads back as we left the light and were consumed by darkness.
"Oh my god..." She groaned, already scooting closer to me. I could feel her leg touching mine, I could feel her squeezing my hand, and I could feel my heart beating way faster than it should. It felt like it was trying to keep time to a techno song.
She jumped when a fake ghost swung over us and while it had our attention, a guy in a zombie outfit hopped out of the dark and started walking along side our car. When she said she doesn't do good on these rides, I didn't know she'd actually scream that loud. My ears hurt after her little scream-party with the zombie.
Her hand was no longer in mine, but I was okay with that because both of her hands were now wrapped around my arm...squeezing it so hard that it might be going numb.
"Miley, calm down." I giggled, touching her hand softly. "It's just a ride."
She stopped squeezing my arm, but she didn't let go as we swooped around a corner and came face to face with a fake witch.
"You're right." She muttered, her eyes still big and watching the witch stir a pot of gunk. "It's just a ride."
We went around a second turn and I could hear Sarah screaming ahead of us somewhere, so I decided now would be a good time to give her a heads up.
"Miley..." I turned my head to look at her. I hadn't realized how close we were until she looked back at me, our lips inches away. "...I think we're about to hit the big monster...just so you know."
"Okay." She muttered, still looking into my eyes. Was it just me or was there some kind of twinkle in them? It grew stronger as strobe lights started going off around us. We looked away from each other, neither saying anything about the long stare down.
A giant big foot looking thing popped out, but Miley didn't scream this time. She just flinched slightly, looking away from it...and me.
Now I started to panic. Was it something I did? Was she worried I liked her? Well...I do, but...was that why she's zoned out and not paying any attention to the guy in the big foot costume. When the ride ended, we got out, neither saying a word. I ran a hand through my hair as we found Oliver and Sarah.
"Man, that was so freakin awesome!" Oliver exclaimed, laughing his head off.
"I did quite enjoy that ride." Sarah giggled at her boyfriend before turning to Miley. "Did you like it, Miley?"
"Oh, um, yeah." She shrugged, smiling at Sarah. "It was...fun."
"To the Monster Coaster!" Oliver pumped a fist in the air, slinging his other arm around Sarah as we started walking to the huge line that led to the biggest ride in the park.
I walked slower, letting people get in front of me and Miley so that Oliver and Sarah could have some privacy. After all, they were on a date.
"What's wrong?" Miley asked, her arms crossed and her eyes looking concerned.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. I'm fine." I looked at her funny. "But are you okay?"
"Me?" She asked like nothing happened back in the Haunted House. "I'm perfect."
"Oh...good." I shrugged off the feeling that we'd hit a bump in our short drive on friendship road.
"Thank you, Lilly, for talking me into going on that ride." She said after a short period of no talking. I smiled at her, she smiled back.
"No problem." I replied, shrugging like it was indeed no big deal.
"I'm having a great time." She smiled. "I know I'm a little weird sometimes, but I don't have much experience in making new friends."
"Well don't worry." I giggled. "You don't have to try and make new friends. We're all already your friends."
She nodded, smiling brightly and walking forward as we went up in line.
"Oliver and Sarah are nice." She stated, bringing back the conversation.
"Yeah, they're fun. Except for when they go all couple on ya." I sighed, looking at the ride as a group of wimpy girls screamed.
"We'll have to come back here again. Some time soon. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." She looked down at her shoes, a soft smile on her face.
"Then get ready to have the best summer of your life." I pushed her shoulder, getting a laugh out of her. "We'll have a party like this every day."
"Can't wait." She replied, something deep and emotional hidden in her words.
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AN: Yayz! I givez youz an update for za holiday :]
