A/N - Here we go, third chapter to the story. I just want to say I already know where this story will be ending, and I know I've gotten votes on both pairings. I plan on making this a three parted story, meaning two sequels. All three parts can stand alone, so I should think that fans of both pairings will get something out of this three-part series. Anyway, enough before I let something slip and ruin it. Hope you guys enoy this chapter!

Disclaimer - Still own nothing, still pondering. Tsk, tsk...who would I choose for canon?

Too Touch To Choose

Miley settles down onto the hard chair provided for her by the stage managers, unable to keep the smile from her lips despite the discomfort of the seat. It all went really well, noone at the statement gathering was negative about her confirmation. That, combined with Lilly's acceptance, made her feel a giddyness she hasn't felt in a long time. It's finally starting to settle in, she's free of her puppet strings. Free of what everyone thought she was, she now feels the relief and happyness she's always heard follows coming out. And she's glad to feel it.

Hearing a knocking on the door, Miley figures it must be Lilly and Oliver, and walks over to let them in. But when she opens it, her smile slides off her face, to be replaced with a cold frown,

"Mikayla," She icily looks the other girl up and down, "What do you want?"

Mikayla smirks, and Miley should have known she wouldn't be able to leave the area until the petite brunette got her say, "Oh, just wanted to congratulate the lesbian."

"Yeah, Mikayla, I'm gay. Big whoop, if that's the only reason you came then just leave. In fact," Miley smiles sweetly, "Do us both a favour and leave anyway."

Miley makes to shut the door in the popstar's face, but Mikayla sticks her foot out to block, shoves with both hands, and forces her way into the room. Making sure to shut, and lock the door behind her. How dare she? Miley fumes,

"Mikayla, what the hell? Get out. I'm not going to let you effect me. Not today."

Mikayla steps forward, causing Miley to step back, "If you're so great and gay, why'd you make such a big deal over me dating Jake before?"

"Oh, please, are you still hung over that?" Miley scoffs, rolling her eyes, "Get over it, already. It's been years."

"You didn't answer the question," Mikayla says coldly, taking another few steps toward Miley.

Miley moves around her, opening the door, gesturing for Mikayla to leave, "Out, Mikayla."

"I think you owe me an explanation, Stewart. I almost lost my job, I don't believe you're the lesbian you say you are," There's a glint in her eye now as she turns to face Miley again, "You just want attention."

"You thought wrong," Miley raises her voice angrily, "Just leave, it's nothing if you don't believe me."

Mikayla nods knowingly, walking back to Miley and the door, stopping just before the threshold, "You are the type who would pull this sort of stunt, and for what? Publicity."

Miley doesn't answer, refusing to get upset over an antbite like Mikayla. But the latina continues on, "You know what else?"

"I don't care," Miley's voice is dangerously low, "Go be a bitch somewhere else."

Mikayla ignores her, slamming the door shut once more before snarling, "You're an insult to the gay community, that's what."

That struck a nerve, in the next three seconds Miley moves forward smashing Mikayla into the door, both hands on the base of her throat. She closes in on Mikayla, her breath on her neck as she growls into her ear, "Shut your good for nothing mouth, what do you know about the gay community anyway? You're probably the biggest slut for boys in the vicinity," She looks Mikayla right in the eye and feels a rush to see fear and hurt in the girl's expression, "Don't think I'm one of them. I'd never want you."

They stay like that letting the seconds trickle by, glaring at each other before Mikayla uses surprising strength to turn the tables and shove Miley into the door instead. Her fist is raised, as though she's about to turn their argument physical, but instead of hitting her, Mikayla kisses her. A fullblown kiss, right on Miley's strawberry lipglossed lips.

Miley struggles against her for a second, shocked, before pushing forward into Mikayla for more. Who would have thought she wanted this? She tries to loosen Mikayla's grip on her shoulders, but the other girl tightens them causing Miley to gasp.

Sneering nastily, Mikayla shoves herself away, "Yeah, you'd never want me."

Miley blinks, the breath knocked out of her from the forceful contact her back made with the door, still surprised at what Mikayla did, at how she herself responded, and at the whole turn of the situation. Without thinking a second more, Miley grabs the other girl by the back of her neck forcing her roughly back into the kiss they just shared. Mikayla doesn't push away like she thought she would, but deepens the kiss while her hands fly back to Miley's shoulders.

"You know," Mikayla says breathlessly between kisses, "I hate you right?"

"Do you?" Miley breathes, unsure what to believe with Mikayla's tongue at the back of her throat.

The former Hannah-star can feel several fingers moving their way up her shirt, she feels Mikayla's lips and tongue leaving a hot trail down her throat, and feels her rival's knee putting pressure near her inner thigh when there's another knock on the door.

Miley's eyes fly open as Mikayla reluctantly pulls away. The two stare at each other in wonder, how had that just happened? She puts a thumb to Mikayla's mouth, smoothing out the smeared lipgloss as they furrow their brows at the interruption, the taste of Mikayla's raspberry gloss still on Miley's tongue. The impatient someone on the other side of the door knocks again,

"Miley? You in there?"

"Lilly?"

"Yeah, it's just me. Oliver had to go," They can hear Lilly chuckling on the other side of the door, "His mom called and you know...the man voice."

Miley ducks out from underneath Mikayla's body, attempting to straighten her shirt out while Mikayla saunters over to the opposite side of the small room.

"Lilly! Uhh, d-don't come in!" Miley frantically thinks of some excuse to keep the blonde out, "I'm not dressed..!"

Lilly ignores her, pushing the door open anyway. She stands in the doorframe, looking at Miley's flushed features, "You look dressed."

Miley clears her throat, trying to calm the speed of her beating heart, "What do you want, Lilly?"

"I came to congratulate you," Lilly raises her brow at Miley's tone, "And don't we usually ride home together?"

"Oh, yeah of course."

Lilly moves closer to her friend, concern showing in her expression, "Miles, you okay?"

Miley nods, giving an exaggerated smile to prove her point. Lilly doesn't look convinced, but lets it go.

"So, how do you feel? Excited I bet, you're out now!" Lilly nudges the singer, grinning goofily. Miley nods again, making the blonde frown.

"What's with you," She questions.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. All the anxiety took alot of energy out of me," She looks back to Mikayla who is now hunched over the vanity table, and she can't see what the brunette's doing from where she's standing with Lilly. The skater just notices Mikayla and her eyes widen, "What's Mikayla doing here?"

At the mention of her name Mikayla straightens up and walks over with an air of confidence about her. She gives Lilly a sour look before turning to Miley with a small smirk, leaving Lilly to look confused.

"I'll see you around Miley," Mikayla takes her competitors hand, gives it a slight shake, then stalks out though the open door.

Miley stares after Mikayla for a few seconds, before realizing the other girl left something in her hand after releasing it. Glancing down she spots a slip of paper folded between her fingers.

"What was that about?" Lilly prompts, she's never seen Mikayla act so civil toward Miley before. Except for that time right after the Jake thing, but it didn't last long once Mikayla found out Miley was Hannah. "Nothing, she just came to, ahh congratulate me..."

Turning her back to Lilly, Miley unfolds the slip of paper revealing a phone number scribbled across. She feels a flutter to her abdominal, and when Lilly tries to see over her shoulder she shrugs her away, "God, Lilly get off my case will you?" And walks out of the dressing room, her mind only a bit troubled from the Mikayla scene.

Lilly stares after her friend, what's Miley's problem? She decides to just ignore her friend's mood, sure that she's just stressed. Though realizing something must be going on, she puts it aside to worry about later as she trails after Miley for the limo, grabbing a hotdog from a pile on the table near the door on her way out.

A/N - I can't believe how fast this is coming along...but I better shutup before I jinx it, and yes if you haven't noticed I'm pretty superstitious. So, what do you guys think of the Miley and Mikayla bit? I don't like to have Mikayla all mushy about feelings, well to be honest I don't like to have anyone be that way. It makes me cringe, really. I guess I'm not the romantic type, haha. And I'm sure you've noticed Miley being a little snippy with Lilly, but I promise we'll get some Liley up in here soon. I'll update ASAP, for those reading!