Her head is in my lap and I think she's asleep. The credits of Love Actually play in my ears as I poke my best friend in the side.
"Lilly, are you asleep?" I whisper quietly, before I think about how stupid it sounds.
"Help!" I worry slightly as she begins to talk in her sleep. My distress is quelled and Lilly proves that you shouldn't have a hot dog, a milkshake and a whole bottle of Solo before sleep.
"Hannah? Diana? Whatever your name is, save me from the Day-bots! They're going to make me wear a corset!" I lean in closer to get a good look at her expression; I can't help but wonder if she is faking her unconscious state. I exhale sharply and she jolts awake.
The next thing I know, there are a whole bunch of pretty white lights and a very loud Lilly. "Oh my God, are you okay?" Her voice is distressed but my throbbing head prevents me from wondering why. I'm still seeing lights as I lift my head off of the back of the lounge. Lilly's weight disappears and I instantly miss the contact between us.
"Oh my God, your nose is bleeding!"
"Lilly!" I yell as I try to stand. "I am neither yours nor God, so stop saying that!" I miss the disappointed look on her face as I fall back onto the seat, wishing I was her's.
"Oh almighty Miley, please forgive me for being so assuming?" Lilly pauses to rush over and kneel at my feet. "Will you be mine to worship forever?" Her face is screwed up tightly and she has her hands in front of her in a pathetically overdone romantic movement.
"Well, if you absolutely have to," I reply, all thoughts of my aching head disappear as Lilly laughs at my air head voice and outstretched hand. She then shocked us both by grabbing the offered hand and placing a kiss on my ring finger. "Loufoque Lilly," my voice says in a decidedly French accent. Lilly looks torn for a few seconds before a nervous smile settles on her lips. She takes in a deep breath before talking.
"I love it when you speak French."
The tomboy tugs on my hand and my arm straightens. Elation overwhelms me as my best friend begins to place a trail of butterfly kisses along my arm. She maneuvers herself next to me, to gain better access to my upper arm. Lilly takes my slight moan as an indication to continue. Her gentle breath tickles the point where my neck meets my shoulder.
"Tell me to stop," she demands softly, she sounds scared. "Tell me to stop or I'm going to do something we are both going to regret."
"Lilly," her head looks up as I call quietly, "please don't stop." At my command, her hand grabs my neck and pulls my lips swiftly onto hers.
Several minutes later, we come up for air.
"Day-bots forcing you into corsets? Was it the reference in Grease or actually her in Calamity Jane that did it?"