AN: Miley finds herself in a predicament. She just slept with her best friend, Michael, and before she can even think about what she should do about that, she finds herself having to lie to Lilly, or will she tell the truth? Probably not...

Chapter Two: Lie

"Lilly? What are you doing back so soon?" Miley asked, trying not to look and act as though she just slept with her best friend.

"Our movie ended an hour ago. I just came back to sit at home to beat the rain." Lilly explained. She looked closely at her friend, and noticed that something was up.

"Miley? Are you alright? Why are you just wearing a shirt?" Lilly asked.

"I was out in the rain, and all of my clothes got wet. I was in the middle of changing when you got here." Miley lied quickly, praying that Lilly was going to buy that.

"Really? Why are you sweating and breathing hard?" Lilly asked her.

"I ran home to beat the rain, and wouldn't you know, I didn't." Miley lied again.

"Fine. Let me get into our room." Lilly said. Miley felt a pang of fear in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't let her see what was in their room, in her bed. A naked, sleeping Michael was in their room. But what was she going to do? Lilly already opened the door, and was inside her room. When a shocked response or yell from her friend didn't come, Miley entered the room to see what was going on.

"Hey, are window's cracked open." Lilly said, closing the bedroom window.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Miley said, breathing a sigh of relief. She pulled on some shorts, and sat on her bed, still thinking about what took place only an hour earlier.

"Miley, what's wrong? It looks as though you have something on your mind." Lilly asked taking a seat next to her.

Man, if you only knew what Michael and I did in that spot a little while ago... Miley thought.

"No, I'm fine. I have to get some clothes out of the dryer." Miley said, getting out of her seat, and heading for the laundry room.

"Michael, thank god you got out of that room when you did." Miley said to herself with a smile.


Luckily, the rain had stopped about a minute after Michael woke up. When he didn't feel Miley beside him, he sat up, and looked around, then he heard her outside with Lilly, talking. He took that as a signal to grab his borrowed clothes, and run before something else happened.

So here he was, walking home in the rain soaked neighborhood, thinking about his friend Miley. What happened between them was not supposed to happen, but needless to say, he wasn't sorry that it did happen. Miley was really pretty, and she had grown into a beautiful young woman right before his very eyes. What happened between the two of them was the most beautiful feeling that he ever experienced, and if this ended on a bad note, that would be bad for the both of them, not on a romantic level, but as friends before anything.

Michael had a lot to think about, but he better get into his home and think about this before he do anything else.


"Michael?" Melody said softly, peeking her head into Michael's room. Michael was surfing the internet on his computer, dressed in a pair of black sweats and a t-shirt with his long blonde hair in a ponytail. He turned off his computer screen, and looked back towards her, and she was wearing some black jeans, and a t-shirt.

"Yeah?" Michael stated, acknowledging her presence.

"Charles said that he was ordering a couple of pizzas for dinner, and he wanted to know what you wanted on your pizza." Melody said.

"Pepperoni and sausage." Michael said, turning back to his computer. She noticed that his voice was devoid of emotion, and he sounded distracted, as if he was really thinking about something. Miley was the same way too when Melody talked to her earlier. Melody knew that the two of them were practically boyfriend and girlfriend because they did stuff that a normal boyfriend and girlfriend would do. That meant that something had to happened between the two of them. Melody stepped into the room, and sat on the edge of the computer table. She sighed before she spoke again.

"Michael, something is up with Miley. Do you know what that is about?" Melody asked, almost out of the blue.

"No idea." Michael lied. He wanted to tell her what happened between Miley and him a few hours earlier. That was going to happen, but not right now.

"Really? Care to explain why you came home wearing Jackson's clothes then?" Melody asked, tapping her foot.

"I already told you that my car broke down, and I was walking home, then when it started to rain, I began to run. Then I hit my head when I tripped. I went into Miley's home, and changed then I came back here. Happy now?" Michael said in an almost argumentative tone.

"Nope. Michael, I have known you for too long and I know when you are lying to me, like right now." Melody said, flicking the end of his nose, which made Michael grow a little angrier at the moment. "Don't worry, I am going to find out what happened between you two if it kills me."

"I can make that happen." Michael laughed, then his smile turned into a glare. "Beat it." Melody sighed, and left his room, leaving Michael to his thoughts alone. He knew that Melody meant that she was going to get to the bottom of this on her own eventually, but first Michael had to find out where Miley and he stand on their relationship, because after they had sex today, there is no way they can be just friends now, that was beyond everything.

Man, who knew that sex can be so complicated? Michael thought to himself.


AN: Well, Next chapter, Michael and Miley try to see where they stand in their relationship, and I use that term loosely, while their friends and family get suspicious about the two of them sneaking off frequently. R&R!