Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana... although I do have a hannah montana wallet...
Author's note: okay so I was asked to keep this more than a oneshot and as sick as the story is, I guess I'll continue just for you guys :D
Okay so she's asleep... On my arm, my numb arm. It fell asleep shortly after she did. I can't help but chuckle at the cute faces that she makes. Jackson will be home from work soon, but I won't want to wake her up. Yet I have to because Jackson will give me an annoyed look and be a jerk about waking her up and he'll start a fight after he takes her home.
"Lil, Lilly, you gotta wake up, Jackson's gonna be home soon." I whispered as I shook her and attempted to remove my arm from behind her. She groaned and slowly sat up. "Hey." She greeted groggily and I laughed. "What?" She asked, running her hand through her hair and raising an eyebrow. "You have sex hair." I said while laughing and she smacked me on the arm. "Shush it." She says, smiling, signaling that she's joking.
She shifts and sits there for a second, something I've noticed people do when they first wake up, they always have this glazed over look in their eye and they stare ahead and then all of a sudden they're fully awake. She gives me a sleepy smile and leans forward saying, "Do I get a good morning kiss?" I put my hand on the top of her head, patting it and shaking my head. "Sorry, technically it's not really morning so I can't give you one." I explained and then smiled and she just rolled her eyes.
"Must you always be technical Miley? It's boring." She says before pouting and setting a hand on my knee. "Yees. Uh,yes I do." I squeaked before standing up,trying not to give in. "Where you goin?" She asked and I gulped, running a hand through my hair... "I, um, just ... wanted to get a drink... from the kitchen, wich isn't in the living room..." I studdered, trying to think of an excuse for why I had jumped up. She most likely knew I was lying but I didn't care I needed a break from the close contact.
I went over to the sink and got a glass of water and stood there holding the glass and leaning against the counter thinking. I don't even know what I was thinking about I was just... well I was thinking as much as restraing myself. I just wanted to run over there and kiss her. She looked so cute... all confused and had her face all scrunched up as she walked over to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. She looked me up and down then kept walking toward me untill she was right in front of me.
I licked my lips, and swallowed, realizing just now that my throat had gotten extremely dry. I tried to avoid her eyes as she stood there, about an inch in front of me, and went to take a drink but before I could I felt a hand on my wrist. She took my glass from me and set it on the counter behind me. Then stepped even closer, making it so that her body was against mine. It hurt to breathe, I didn't know what to do, If I pushed her away I could hurt her, or her feelings, but my knuckles were turning white as I gripped the counter.
It took all of my strength not to grab her by the waist and just... ugh. She raised and eyebrow and smirked, looking into my eyes. She got up on her tip toes and leaned in, puting a hand on my shoulder and paused, waiting to see what I would do. I couldn't find my voice. This was so wrong, I should be yelling, screaming, telling her that this can't happen, telling her that I don't want this. I shouldn't want to just pick her up and slam her down on the counter and ... Oh man that vision does not do me good in this situation.
"Li-Lilly..." I squeaked and she stepped back. "What?" She asked, smiling as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "W-we can't do that." I studdered and she gave me a look, stepping back even more, crossing her arms. "We can't do what?" She asked, and without waiting for an answer she went back to the living room and picked up the remote, watching the tv.