MIKAYLA'S POV:

Miley probably wont open. She must be really pissed. My plan had to be completely rearranged. I had to leave the key Miley gave me home, I should just go blond.

How the hell am I going to get in? Knowing Miley's temper she'd probably smack the door in my face. I popped my gum annoyed and spit it out. This effin gum always looses its flavor in less than a minute. I placed a mint under my tongue and noticed that her window was open. I smirked.

"Moment here, don't I have a skirt on?"-Fuck. All I had to do was climb the tree and get in easy but no little miss Mikayla HAD to wear a skirt. No wonder Miley is mad at me. Look at this peace of cloth. It barely covers my ass. Here I am fighting with myself when its about 6:30. OMG it's almost dark. Why didn't I come at a decent hour? No time to fight again. Resigned I gripped myself to Ol' Nancy, Jackson's Cherry tree. If Jackson saw me on his tree I would be dead by now. Do not ask me why he actually plants trees. Maybe its cause he's never gotten a cherry in his life. HAHAHA. Oh goodie. Im so funny.

As I was halfway up Nancy I got a splinter on my butt. Don't ever get a splint on your butt. It might sound stupid but it actually hurt like hell. Gosh look at my situation. Ol' Nancy's branch where it shouldn't and I have a mega wedgie. I haven't even done my homework. Mrs. Lister is going to fail me. Ok, guys NEVER take AP US history. It will bore the crap out of you. I reached for the window, (after almost missing it and diving to the concrete.) I flew in her room, my face landing on her wood floor. Did I break a tooth.

"What the fuck?"-I shook myself up from the floor. Miley was wrapped in a towel. She looked at me as if I were an alien. I can't bare to contradict her though.

"Hi"

"Mikayla, why the hell did you just burst in through my window?"-I wish I knew that too. Now that I think of it, I should have just waited for her to open the door for me and if not leave. I checked my teeth. Perfect. I seriously thought I had to back to Dr. Eisenhower's office first thing in the morning. That would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I seriously think he's going to going to rape me one day.

"Your dad said you didn't want to see me."-She walked inside the walk-in closet,. Hey that's kinda funny. Walked inside the walk-in closet. A couple seconds later she came out with some girl boxers and a wife beater; ooh and we can't forget the sex hair.

"Was there something you didn't understand?"-I open my mouth. "leave."- She walks to her door and I grab her wrist. I felt her shudder.

"Miley we have to talk. What happened the other day-

Interrupted again.

"I'm not that dumb ok. I already got it. You're not gay."-She walked to her bed. "…just go."-I don't whether she's pissed or sad. I pray she's only sad and sit next to her.

"I didn't know you liked me."-She rolled her eyes. Well then, I guess she's pissed. "I know you must think im a charlatan but I just wasn't ready."-Here comes flirty Mikayla again. I need to watch every single word that come out of my mouth.

"Ready for what?"-she looks so confused both her brows drawn together. She is cute. A lot of guys in East Northumberland High are after her and she never pays attention to none of them. I have to look at the bright side. We totally made a hot couple. Mikayla and Miley. Mi…kiley? MG that sounds so effin hot.

"Us."- My fingers found its way between hers. She's adorable too, funny, sincere and I adore her eyes. Wait am I bi? It does feel nice to hold her hands between mines. I leaned in for a kiss and she moved her face annoyed.

"What 'us'?"- Has her Hannah wig been on too tight? She just saw me trying to kiss her, how dare she act like a dumb hillbilly at this moment?

"I want us to be together."-She looked a little distressed and pulled her hand away.

"As if."-She scoffed. Why is she so difficult? First she kisses me and now she doesn't want me to kiss her.

"Why else would I risk my life climbing 'Ol' Nancy'?" I turned my whole body towards her. I curved my lips upwards. She wasn't looking at me though.

"You scraped your pinkie" She stared at the scrape on my pinkie. I can't climb a tree for shit. I think that's how I lost my virginity.

"Kiss to make it better?"-I cupped her face and glided my lips on hers. She pecked me twice and I felt her smile against my lips. Her lips were actually really tender, very indulging actually. She pulled me back as she placed a couple of pillows against the headboard. I smiled and sat on her lap my knees on either side of the bed. It feels a teensy weird us like this. About to make out with my best friend on her bed, on top of her lap. Wowie. But If I back out at the last moment she'll hate me forever.

"Do you think you're ready now, I want you to be my girlfriend."-Her face is so serious right now. It's like she's part of the 90210 cast.

"Good, cuz you're stuck with me anyways."-she smiled a bit, and slowly placed her hands around my neck closing her eyes and pulled me toward her velvety lips. My hands somewhat went to her waist conversely as I tilted my head to the left, I never noticed how tiny her waist is I slowly explored her abdomen and my hand accidentally raised her shirt a bit. She inhales deeply and pulls me closer to her. I obey nonchalantly and her tongue wets my lower lip begging for entrance. Why not? I open my mouth and let her slide her tongue inside my mouth. Apparently, not big enough I noted as Miley parted my lips farter apart and the tip of her tongue went under mines. It felt a little awkward but I wont lie I was liking it. I sucked on her tongue a bit and a moan escaped her lips.

Should I stop? I'm already her girlfriend, I don't need to make out with her. It may come up later but I CAN evade it for now. I tried to pull away but her lips. Those evil lips, didn't make my attempt easy invigorating our kiss even more. I never even knew she could kiss so good.

Miley pulled away from our kiss. How the hell did I get on top of her? She smirks against my lips and pushes a strand of hair behind my ears. Our eyes lock and she has this goofy smiled tattooed to her face. We sit up and she stands taking my hand in hers carefully.

"Let's get this fixed"-I smile.

"Sure…girlfriend."-Her smile widens and her eyes brightens. March 21, 2009. My first day dating Miley.