I don't own Hannah Montana. Or the song Days Go By by Dirty Vegas.
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It was so wrong it was right. That was one of the few thoughts Hannah could pluck out of the alcohol influenced jumble caking together in her mind.
She watched Lola's short metallic silver wig sway, strangely enough in the same rhythm her ass moved against Hannah's waist. But Hannah was so confused through her drunken haze, because even though it was a wig it blew a pineapple-coconut-jade/lavender waft of air that Hannah was practically substituting with cocaine the way she was inhaling it. Not that Hannah Montana was into that; it was just the sweet smell of Lilly's hair soaking through the wig. Yet she was with the ever-so-adventurous, sexually driven Lola. Not Lilly.
Although… as Lola's fingers were intertwined with a few of Hannah's above their heads, Hannah couldn't help but blink her half-lidded eyes slowly and fantasize that it actually was Lilly. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy Lola as a companion and dancing partner and confidant, but the thought of sexually naïve, playful, sarcastic Lilly doing these things was lodging unreleased moans in her throat.
It's very hard to be two different people with one set of eyes. That's another thing Hannah was thinking.
A new song had just started. Hannah immediately recognized it, though it was old. Her body pulsated with the beat, her hips rocked to it, Lola pushed into her even harder if it was possible.
You…
You
Hannah dropped her hand and it trailed slowly down Lola's shoulder and back to her side.
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
Hannah was very keen on listening to the lyrics until Lola's hand appeared on her thigh. But she didn't know who it applied to more—the absence of Lilly when Lola barged into her life or vice versa.
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
Without you
Somewhere along the line Hannah tucked her chin into the crook of Lola's neck but she was inhaling Lilly. It was Lilly's long silky blonde locks tickling her nose and slipping across her lips, creating a strange tickle in them. The song seemed to be entering her skull and flooding it and she was still pounding on the inside, as Lola's skin seemed to be a flaming torch and the sweat on Hannah's skin seemed to be gasoline.
It was getting to be too much. Their hands were roaming more, not that Hannah could even recall it since her entire body was just numb and flaming. Something seemed to tick in her mind the way a bomb would just before it explodes.
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
She opened her eyes and looked down at Lola's moving body, looking past her generous chest and down to her twirling plaid mini skirt.
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
She turned her head and examined Lola's profile. It was Lilly's adorably sloped bridge of the nose; it was Lilly's soft bubble gum pink lips although they were painted a deeper rose.
Hannah's lips were still tingling from Lola's hair sweeping across them. She didn't even command her index finger to do so, but it suddenly appeared trailing along Lola's and to her lips.
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
…Without you
Lola's chest rose sharply, and Hannah was sure if it was quieter she could have heard a gasp.
Hannah knew what would happen next. Lola would turn around and look her in the eyes and then kiss her. Slutty and sloppy, but just because Lola was turned on and she was so drunk she was only mildly aware of what it all was.
Usually Hannah would wait all night for this moment. Even while she was singing onstage to the millions of adolescents, she would feel her heart jump with anticipation of the after party.
But she detached herself from Lola. And the next thing she knew she was weaving through the mob of other dancing celebrities. It was funny how if you kept your eyes on the floor, you were just in a room of people who weren't rich and didn't all own three foreign cars each worth double the amount of the Stewart's old house in Tennessee.
She passed the bar, more alcohol is not what she needed. Eventually she found her way outside the club and was greeted by the brisk November air and a pitch black sky above the street.
Hannah stumbled down the street a little bit until she stopped and half-fell to her butt on the golden yellow painted curb.
Frankly, she felt more surprised with herself than anything.
Even though she was more than tipsy, she found herself focusing on the fact that that was the first time she ever stopped her and Lola's 'passionate' dancing at a party.
Things were never this hard two years ago when they were only fourteen. She didn't notice the smile her lips shaped into as she recalled Lola's first celebrity party.
Two years ago, when Miley told Lilly she was Hannah Montana, two years ago when she first brought Lilly to watch Hannah backstage, it all seemed so far away. They had grown up so much.
She remembered when they used to hop around like the teenagers they were, as if they were at some pop/punk concert whenever they danced together.
The first time they ever danced like that was at the party Miley threw Lilly for her fifteenth birthday party a few months earlier in the summer. Of course, it had no adult supervision, therefore alcohol was consumed, and the only reason Miley and Lilly had any alcohol tolerance was because of the Hannah parties. But damn, did they tolerate it that night.
The first time it was only in playful spirits and it's not like it meant anything. In fact, Miley shouldn't have even remembered it. But she did; how could she forget the three minutes and forty six seconds they crossed the line Miley still couldn't even label?
It was the first Hannah party after the birthday celebration, where they danced like that again under the influence of more alcohol, but Miley actually felt something; something as in strange, foreign arousal. She honestly hadn't had much experience with that, and of course she liked it. It was just that the source of it confused her. A lot.
Hannah was deeply tangled in her thoughts and reminiscing when a familiar voice wedged its way between them all;
"Hannah?"
It was Lilly's. Or Lola's. Hannah didn't know anymore. Her voice sounded hoarse and raspy, broken.
Hannah emitted a small "Hm?" but didn't glance up from the pebble in the street.
She heard Lola's clothes rustle as she took a seat beside her.
"Why'd did you…" She didn't sound as slurred as Hannah thought she would, with the alcohol she had consumed.
Hannah stayed frozen.
"Stop..?"
Through her drunken haze she was suddenly furious.
"Why did I stop…?" She scrambled to her feet, toppling but catching her balance on a speed limit sign.
"Why didn't I give you the kiss we always seem to end up having at these damn parties? Why did I stop pretty much dry humping you on the dance floor, best friend Lilly? Why. Why. Why do you keep messing with me like this? We're practically lovers at night but completely platonic during the day, why? Why Lola? Why Lilly?"
Miley only quickly dreamed of saying this. She felt her eyelids drop the half way they had to go, and they were heavy when she opened them again a moment later.
"Stop what." She unsteadily made her way to the center of the sidewalk, and whipped her cell phone from her bag, speed dialing her driver to come pick her and Lola up.
The limo appeared almost instantly, and Lola was still on the curb, but Hannah could make out her dumbfounded expression and agape mouth through her blurred vision pretty sharply.
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Oh god, I feel a writer's block coming on. I could barely write this, and to be honest I'm not too happy with it.
Tell me what you thought: I'm definitely making this into a story. Or trying.