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Author Note: Told you this was a short story :). I figured I'd post the second chapter up the next day. There's a funny thing behind me writing this. Honest to god, this was based on a true story x). I'm Miley, and she's Lilly. I was thinking about how that happened the other day and figured I'd type it up. Anyways, here's the last chapter guys. Tell me if you think I should write more Liley stuff. I like it, bUt I don't know if I'm good at it haha. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
Miley woke up to a groaning sound next to her. She slowly opened her eyes to find Lilly tossing onto her back, clutching her head tightly.
"Lilly, you okay?" Miley asked sleepily, attempting to sit up.
Lilly turned to see her brunette friend and shook her head. "I feel like my head has gotten shot a million times. But I'm still alive."
Miley smiled slightly and stretched. "That's what you get for drinking last night."
Lilly froze. "Hey, Miley?" She started hesitantly, suddenly becoming very interested in her hands. "What happened last night?"
Now it was Miley's turn to freeze. Lilly didn't remember anything? "I-I think I remember somewhat of what happened," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "But I really, really hope it was a dream."
The star's heart dropped deep in her stomach. She knew it was to good to be true. "What do you think happened, Lils?"
Lilly didn't look up to meet Miley's gaze. "I remember, me and you left your house at like, eleven last night. And you were super scared we were going to get caught, but we didn't." The blonde was having trouble remembering the story piece by piece. Miley waited patiently for her to continue.
"And we got to Jake's party…and you and him went off somewhere and were talking, and I felt like you ditched me, so I grabbed a drink or two…or three, I'm not exactly sure. But I kept drinking until I felt accepted, and then things kinda went blank for a lil' bit. I remember you grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the party, but I still had a bottle with me."
Miley blushed when Lilly remembered that they held hands. "And then…we got back to your house..." Lilly spoke slower and slower until she finally looked up into Miley's eyes. "Did I kiss you?"
The brunette bit her lip and pulled her hand to her face. She didn't know what answer Miley wanted to her, and she knew the truth was the better idea. "Yes, yes you did." She said quietly, staring deeply into Lilly's blue eyes.
"Did you kiss me back?"
That was an unexpected question.
Miley froze and didn't know how to respond. She searched in her mind for words to say but she kept drawing up a blank. She was caught in the act, and Miley was completely sober when the event happened. How could she explain herself to Lilly?
"Yes," she said bluntly, now breaking eye contact with the blonde. "I'm sorry, Lilly, I really am, I don't know what came over me, but I hope this doesn't screw up our friendship or anything." She was rambling, a little voice in her head kept saying Miley, shut up. Miley, shut up. Miley, shut up. But she kept ignoring it. Finally when she stopped talking she realized her eyes were wet and her voice was cracking- was she crying?
Lilly put her hand underneath Miley's chin and pulled her head upright. "Miley, it's okay." The blonde said softly, leaning her forehead on the brunette's. "Like I said, I'd be doing that if I was sober."
Miley's eyes shot up at Lilly's last words, and sniffled slightly. "You meant that?"
"With all my heart." Lilly leaned in slightly and kissed Miley gently on the lips. The brunette's mind wasn't racing now, but her heart was pounding. This time, Lilly was completely sober and meant everything she was saying and doing.
The blonde pulled back after a moment but kept Miley close. She smiled slightly but then groaned and grabbed her head.
"That's what you get for drinking, Lils." Miley said teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. "Hangovers."
Lilly leaned in one more time but this kiss was more passionate than the other; however long it lasted, Miley was enjoying every second of it. Suddenly the two jumped apart by the sound of the door opening, and Robbie Ray stood in the hallway.
"Miley, Miley, Miley." Her dad shook his head, walking into the room. "Sleeping in till two thirty in the afternoon?"
"Sorry, Mr. Stewart, we were up really late last night." Lilly said, intertwining her hand with Miley's under the covers.
"That's okay. What time did your mom want you home, Lilly?"
Lilly paused. "She didn't say. I don't think she cares, either. Probably anything before ten."
"Alrighty, ya'll can stay here for the day or go to the beach. I have to take Jackson to the movies because he lost his license. I'll be back in a few." And with that the forty-year-old man left.
Miley leaned her head on Lilly's shoulder and rubbed the blonde's hand with her thumb. Lilly kissed Miley on the forehead, and sighed.
"You know what I've decided?" Lilly asked, wiggling her nose slightly.
"What?" Miley replied curiously, tilting her head slightly to the left.
"If my drunk self can bring me closer to you, then I'd deal with a hangover any day."
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