Title: First Kiss

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or Disney or any of its affliates

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update! Good news, I have a four-day weekend so I'll get some major writing done and new stories up!


Chapter 3: An Interlude in Miley's Room

A cool breeze had blown in from the north, making the month of November surprisingly cool for Malibu, California. It had already been two weeks since Miley and I first kissed, but little other progress had been made in terms of our relationship. We were taking it slow, real slow, at Miley's request.

I'd started coming to her house a few minutes early in the morning so we could share sweet kisses before starting our walk to school. And at school we'd walk together to our classes with our arms linked, and sometimes, if it was crowded enough in the hallway that we were sure no one would notice, we'd let our hands brush and share a hand squeeze. Not quite the average high school relationship. I can't pretend I wasn't a little disappointed that we weren't able to do more in public than what little we could get away with, but just being with her, knowing that she loved me, made up for it completely.


I was currently on Miley's comfy bed, sitting with my legs crossed, and reading some teen magazine, skimming the multiple stories about Hannah Montana.

"Miley, you didn't tell me you were cheating on me!" I exclaimed, with a fake astonished smile.

"What!?" She poked her head out from her closet. I guess she hadn't picked up on my joking tone. I just waved the magazine in the air like it was white flag of surrender.

"Let me see that…Hannah Montana is dating…Nick Jonas? Are you kidding me? Why would they make up something like that?" She just stared open-mouthed at the article, flipping through the rest of the magazine in search of more bogus stories.

"Well Hannah is single…I guess everyone thinks they'd made a good couple," I said with a shrug though inside I was seething at the thought of anyone kissing my girl other than me.

"The only person I'd even contemplate Hannah dating would be Lola," Miley tossed the magazine to some remote corner of her expansive room.

"I'm glad to hear that but…it's not like that could happen." I reminded her, giddy inside to hear her say that regardless.

"Why not? Miley has the girl of her dreams, Hannah should have her girl too," Miley insisted, her stubborn side rearing its head.

"Because…I doubt your legions of fans would really want to hear their squeaky clean popstar is, in fact, dating her best female friend Lola Luftnagle," I told her with a knowing look. Conservative parents would protest, the young fans would – who knows – start a revolution or something. Sure Ellen DeGeneres went unscathed after her announcement but she isn't of the same caliber as Hannah Montana, nor does she have the wholesome image to maintain. It just wasn't possible to expect people to understand our love.

"But I'm in love with you, and I don't think I should have to hide it. I mean – unless you want to Lilly, I'd never want you to feel like I'm pushing you," Miley took my hand in hers and looked straight into my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her, held her close, and breathed in her sweet vanilla scent.


A/N: Coming up…what will people think when they find out Lilly and Miley are dating? And for that matter, Lola and Hannah…wait and see...review in the meantime please!