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"Miley…" Mikayla backed up off the bed, practically jumping.

"M-mikayla I-I…" Miley repeated herself again.

"You keep saying that Miley. What was that what were you doing?" It was clear from Mikayla's eyes that she was feeling extremely uncomfortable, mostly confused.

"I-I don't know what I was doing I was just dreaming you can't control your dreams." Could Mikayla have possibly heard me saying her name? Miley was panicking, she didn't know what to say or do, and she didn't know what to think either.

"Oh! Haha I thought you were actually 'talking' to me with those sex sounds! I didn't know you were still asleep. God, you scared me Miles." Mikayla said relieved, attempting to hide her slight interest.

"Yeah obviously! It's not like I was dreaming about you." Miley lied but was thankful it sounded true. "Why? What was I doing!" she continued, she was extremely curious whether or not she had actually shouted Mikayla's name or if she was still asleep in the dream when that had occurred… that magical dream… snap out of it Stewart!

Mikayla replied, "I think we both know…" then gave a wink and a genuine smile. There was an awkward silence, for Miley at least. Mikayla had to be bluffing; she would have been disgusted with her if she had actually screamed out her name. Maybe it wasn't an awkward silence for her? What was Mikayla thinking right now? Oh quit it Stewart you're making the silence even more awkward if that was even possible. Think of something to say!

"So… um maybe we should go get dressed, it's really late." Miley stammered not quite sure if there was anything else to say.

"Yeah wow it's already 1pm, thanks for keeping me up all night Miley!" Mikayla joked, "It's alright though it was completely worth it." she added a sexy grin to her last statement. Miley wasn't sure if she had intended to turn her on but she had definitely succeeded regardless.

"I'm not sure what I wanna wear help me pick something out." Miley stated casually.

"I would but I totally need to shower I mean I have a concert tonight! Pick something sexy to wear because you're going with me and you need to look good." Mikayla had obviously made Miley feel uncomfortable. Miley didn't know if she could possibly look good enough to be associated with Mikayla, at least not as 'Miley'. "Oh don't worry." Mikayla continued after seeing Miley's embarrassment. "I'll help you! Just let me take a shower first! Is that alright?"

The truth is Miley had actually wanted to take a shower first so she could finish getting ready while Mikayla was still cleansing her body. She just constantly felt embarrassed around her.
"Actually… can I take the shower first? Besides the water -" she failed to continue because she was cut off.

"Miley PLEASE I need to take a shower so bad! I feel so dirty right now and I need to clean everywhere come on. Please I'll do anything." Mikayla pleaded. Anything? Miley thought to herself. Would she really do anything?

"Anything?" Miley teased, knowing well that she would never say what came to mind.

"ANYTHING Miles please!" her friend pleaded once more.

"I don't know Mikayla it could take a lot… I mean I wanted to take a shower first too." Miley continued teasing.
"We'll just take it together then okay besides we have to hurry so we can go to my place in time for the limo to pick us up." Miley gasped at her friend's forwardness. She knew she wanted to shower with her friend but she also knew she had lousy self control and it would ruin their friendship. She would have to give in to the 'pop star' in order for their friendship to survive.

"FINE! God you're such a baby you always get what you want." Miley joked.

"Hello? Pop star, duh." Mikayla pointed to herself and flipped her hair over her shoulder, it was stated almost too seriously for the joke she had intended. Miley rolled her eyes, oh boy, she thought.

"Miley…" she must have noticed the way her friend looked at her, "you know, you're a really amazing friend. Thanks for always putting up with me." She gave Miley a huge hug. The tightness in her stomach she received from the big hug was reward enough for Miley. God why am I so whipped? She thought. "Well I'll be out soon." Mikayla winked as she closed the bathroom door. The truth is, Mikayla really wasn't trying to seduce Miley, at least not consciously. She just loved the shade of red her friend turned when she talked to her that way, it didn't really occur to her that Miley actually was crushing on her. But what she loved most about Miley was that she didn't treat her like she was just some famous person who always had to play the role for the public. Miley treated Mikayla like she was human and it felt good. Mikayla had originally thought the reason Miley had been interested her on the first day of school was because she was obviously a famous celebrity and clearly Mikayla was not interested in her at all. When she heard that Miley really didn't know Mikayla's name or had even heard of her previously, she herself was turned on. She would never admit this to herself though, at least not yet, right? Mikayla couldn't stop thinking about that while she was in the shower, she was so used to everybody getting star struck over her and she just really enjoyed Miley's company… maybe it was because Miley would do pretty much anything for her. Wow she's so cute the way she gets embarrassed around me… wait why am I thinking she's cute? That's definitely not normal, get your head together Pop star you're the straightest thing since, since sliced bread! Mikayla then laughed realizing she hadn't even started washing her hair and was just standing under the running water. She started to clean herself as she hoped she would be able to bury those feelings and never have them turn up again.

Miley was looking everywhere in her closet for the right thing to wear, she had to look perfect for Mikayla. She wanted to impress her without her help. Now that's perfect! She thought as she looked at the outfit laid out on her bed. It consisted of a red orange and white tank top and some super tight jeans she thought Mikayla would like, maybe? I get way to lost in thought about her… Miley thought to herself.

"Bud! Get down here I gotta tell you somthin." Robbie yelled from downstairs.

"Dad I'm getting ready can you just tell me from there or come up here?" Miley said, annoyed he would even think to interrupt her time with Mikayla, even though she wasn't technically with her at the time.

"I don't think so Mile, you might wanna come down here." He insisted.

Miley dragged herself down the stairs groaning.

"Now listen Bud, I don't want you to panic but just hear what I have to say."
"Daddy after hearing you say that I AM going to panic!" Miley said sarcastically, not thinking it could possibly be bad news. "Just tell me already I gotta go finish getting ready." She said impatiently.

"You see, Hannah's got a concert tonight and I know you were plannin on goin with Mikayla to hers but -"
"WHAT!?" Miley interrupted Robbie, "No it's not fair now I have to cancel my plans and make something up. Ughhh I wanted to go with Mikayla and -" Miley groaned but was now interrupted by her father.

"Mile I don't think you have to worry bout not spendin the night with Mikayla…" he said, eyes full of concern.

"What why?" Miley was confused but before Robbie could reply they both hear a voice from the 2nd floor, clearly interrupting their conversation.

"MILEY!" Mikayla shrieked louder than intended.

"I'll be right back Dad." Miley said over her shoulder as she ran up the stairs taking two at a time.

"Mikayla what is it? You alright?" Miley said concerned for her friends well being.

"Miley why do you have like 5 billion Hannah Montana magazines in here I didn't know you liked her music…"

"What? Oh I don't know she's alright, she her songs are pretty cool…" Miley said trying to sound as casual as possible when covering a lie.

"Yeah Miley almost as cool as her shitty style looks." Miley gasped at this, she knew Mikayla and Hannah do the same type of music but she didn't know Mikayla would actually be competitive with her, well… Hannah.

"Is that seriously why you called me up here?" she joked and felt shivers go down her spine when Mikayla opened the door a crack and she could smell her sweet scent.

"No!" she laughed, "Miles can you grab my bag I completely forgot it and I didn't wanna get it myself." She motioned with her hand.

Miley almost rolled her eyes after she got her reply but stopped herself, she didn't want to be annoyed with Mikayla. She was convincing herself that Mikayla had no faults, but this was most definitely not true.
"Yeah sure is it this pink one?" Miley questioned and mentally slapped herself as soon as the words left her mouth. Obviously it was the pink one because –

"Yeah Miles… the only one that's not yours." Mikayla teased finishing Miley's own thought.

She opened the door and much to her surprise, it wasn't just a hand that came out but the door was opened all the way revealing Mikayla's almost naked body simply covered by a thin towel tied around her. Wow… Miley thought commanding herself not to blush considering all she could think of at that very moment was how simple it'd be for Mikayla to drop it and Miley would be in Heaven.
"Come in I want you to tell me if you like it." Mikayla said as if it was obvious.

"O-okay." The girl holding the bag managed to get out.
"Okay now which one do you like?" the pop star held up two choices.

"Uh… the green with yellow… no maybe the blue?" Miley said hoping those were actually the colors being held up.

"Yeah I like the green and yellow too. Thanks Miles." Mikayla beamed. "Now how should I do my hair?"
Leave it down it always looks good that way, well actually you just always looks good." Miley mumbled. Mikayla blushed at this compliment, she didn't usually find a lack of words to reply when receiving a compliment, usually she'd just say, "I know!" or maybe a simple "Thanks" but this time was different and she didn't know why. Miley was feeling really awkward now, she just looked to the bathroom floor, a floor which was soaked with water and she groaned at the thought of how she has to clean up Mikayla's mess again. Still, she felt shy in Mikayla's presence. Mikayla sensed how her friend was feeling and pulled her chin up with her hand.

"You know…" Mikayla was stuttering, something she almost never did, this interested Miley so she aimed her blue eyes at the brown in front of her, "if it was me you were dreaming about this morning…" she stopped looking for the answer in Miley's eyes but found nothing but a wide eyed girl staring back at her so she continued, "it'd… it'd be alright." Mikayla managed to get the sentence out without breaking the eye contact but Miley wasn't as strong and snapped her head abruptly looking at the door as she heard those words. She could feel it, the heat rushing over her face from her ears to her cheeks to her entire face, tinted a light shade of red that most definitely would've been darker if her eyes were still lost in Mikayla's. Mikayla was clearly getting embarrassed as well, what were you thinking Mikayla? Why would you say something like THAT. She thought to herself. "Not that I think you think of me like that or that we would even do anything… I mean we do anyway, right? What I meant was we do things, but as friends like hang out…" Mikayla didn't even understand what was coming out of her own mouth so she didn't expect Miley to. The blue eyed girl just chuckled as Mikayla continued, "I don't know if you were dreaming about me not that I'm trying to bring it up again but I just meant that like if you, like did or will… or I don't even remember where I started!" Mikayla suddenly felt comfortable and burst out laughing even though nothing had appeared funny. "I think I know what you mean…" Miley said even though she was utterly embarrassed at this entire situation, the dream, the love of her life standing there wet with only a towel on… she was being tortured wasn't she? Her friend only grinned back at her, "All I meant was…" it really seemed Mikayla had a hard time saying this, most likely because of the difficulty she was having admitting to herself that she felt something incredible for Miley, "it would be alright if… i-if… just if." She laughed knowing she must sound like an idiot to Miley. Miley didn't laugh though, she was too concerned with how Mikayla must perceive her, and she wasn't even realizing how this beauty queen right in front of her was hinting her true feelings for her. Mikayla couldn't stand the silence any longer, her face was flushed and the last thing she needed was for someone to see her in a weak moment. Leaning forward without warning she wrapped her arms around her friend giving her a tight but quick squeeze. "It'd be alright with me." She finally whispered. Miley could only blush and smile at this; she loved seeing her act nervous. Wait… was she nervous because of me? Miley thought obliviously. Neither one of them could see what was in front of their eyes, they were only hoping. Mikayla hoped she was the one in Miley's dream, though she couldn't understand why she wanted that. Maybe it was because I'd be jealous of anyone else being in that dream with Miley, she thought. Wait why would I be jealous? Her eyes wandered looking more confused than ever. Miley hated this silence, but she was definitely not the type to break an awkward silence. Luckily for her, Robbie was.

"Mile you get down here we need to finish talking and it needs to be now, you hear?" He roared from downstairs.

"I uh… gotta..." Miley was still in shock that this gorgeous girl had just given her a hug, a tight hug with nothing but a towel on. Oh the possibilities… she thought.

"MILE!" her father yelled with more anger this time. She looked at Mikayla who was just smiling a goofy smile, one she had never seen on this celebrity.

"um… I got -" the light haired brunette started.

"Yeah…" Mikayla finished for her. She really didn't know why this was so awkward. Miley headed for her bedroom door still keeping eye contact with the girl in the bathroom.

"MILEY RAY YOU GET DOWN HERE NOW!" she instantly broke the eye contact after stumbling over her guitar, thankfully not ruining it. Blushing more than ever from embarrassment she ran for the door and down the stairs without looking up to Mikayla again. Mikayla just giggled and shook her head. She went back to beautifying herself now that she had Miley's opinion on her choice of clothes.

"Miley Stewart what is up with your head these day?" her father said attempting to calm himself.

"Daddy I'm sorry I just lost track of time that's all." Clearly she had forgotten their previous conversation.

"Well too late for that Bud cause I need to go pick Jackson up from Cooper's Grandma's place. God knows that boy couldn't find his way home if his life depended on it." Robbie headed for the door.

"Are you kiddin me? You interrupted my conversation with Mikayla to tell me you're leavin! That's it!?" Miley said trying to sound angry but she failed miserably when she remembered her and Mikayla were in the middle of an awkward silence, but nothing more.

Robbie just rolled his head around and said, "Ye-up you missed out, bye Bud we'll talk bout this later." He finished as he slammed the front door shut, he was obviously frustrated about something but Miley couldn't even remember the conversation they had previously because her head was filled with other thoughts.
"Mikayla... ahhhh she's the most amazing girl in the world." She said aloud to herself while throwing herself on the couch watching the tube.

Mean while Mikayla was getting ready by herself upstairs. She put on black leggings; they showed all her curves in the right places. She didn't know why she wanted to look good just for Miley because she knew when she got to her own house she would change into her concert clothes anyway. Then she pulled a green short sleeved shirt over her head, after admiring herself for a while more she put a yellow tank with an artsy design on it overlaying the green shirt. Mikayla looked at herself in the mirror and decided to pull the sleeves down off her shoulders, (A/n: She is wearing what Mikayla wore at the ending scene of "That's What Friends Are For?" when Miley's apologizing) "Much better Mikayla." She commented admiring herself. She continued readying herself by fixing her hair in a side pony tail. Now on with the make up!

"Mile you in here?" Robbie said upon his return but didn't know why because she was in plain site of him on the couch.

"Dad it's bout time you got home I still need to shower and everythin! You know, add the beauty part of 'beauty sleep'. I slept and now I need to work the beauty part out." she complained.
"It's about tonight Miley." He said trying to hide the worry in his voice.

"Aw Dad I don't wanna cancel my plans with Mikayla I hardly ever hangout with her and for a Hannah concert? Come on." She whined but she knew she had to keep up with it for her fans.

"Actually Bud, that wasn't my concern. You see, you're still gonna be with Mikayla… and it aint exactly a Hannah concert." He said as his face scrunched up anticipating her response.

"Huh? I don't get it." Miley looked around, honestly confused as to what he could possibly have meant.

"Hannah's singing one of her songs with Mikayla…" He looked to see if she had heard him, her face showed no expression, it was blank. "… at Mikayla's concert… tonight." He paused to say the last part, he felt bad for his daughter, and he told her living a double life wasn't the smartest thing to do.

A million thoughts went through Miley's head, what was she supposed to tell Mikayla? SING with her? She just heard her voice last night… Her face suddenly turned from a blank to horrified expression. There were so many things she could say right now. Her lips were moving but no words came out. She was trying to say how impossible this is, and how much Mikayla would hate her contrary to what she had previously thought her alter ego would do to the friendship, she wanted to scream on the top of her lungs. She wanted to cry out to the world, not caring if she over reacted but after these thoughts and attempts at speaking had taken most of her strength, unfortunately all she could manage to get out was a mere whispering question that she most definitely already knew the answer to.

"What."

A/n: I usually hate when people do cliff hangers but this seemed appropriate, almost necessary. Please review! I think I already know what I'm going to do next but it's nice to know that someone actually wants me to continue, you know, for encouragement! (: