AN: Michael finds himself struggling to keep his secret from the ones that he love. Now how is he going to do that? Well, maybe a chat with his sister can put things into perspective.
Chapter Three: Truths
Michael found himself sitting in his room, more importantly at his computer with nothing to do. Well, he was thinking about Miley, most of all, and how his friendship with her turned to a romance, or so he thought. See, the thing was he hasn't talked to her or seen her for a few days since they slept together. That meant one of two things. One, it was going to be too awkward to talk to each other again, and two, she didn't want to run into him again after what happened because of the level of uncomfortableness that would be between the two. Let's face it, it was probably an either or situation that they were in right now.
Michael was about to leave when he heard his cell phone rang. When he looked to see who it was, he saw that it was his older sister in St. Louis, Marie. With a sigh, he answered.
"Yeah, sis?" Michael said.
"Well, you sound like you have a lot on your mind, what is it?" Marie asked him.
"Look. Something happened with me and Miley, something big." Michael told his older sister.
"Really? Something big like what?" Marie asked.
"I slept with Miley." Michael said.
"Okay." Marie said, in a shockingly calm tone. Michael thought that he must have misheard her, so he explained what he told her once again.
"Sis, I told you that I lost my virginity to my friend, and you are acting shockingly nonchalant about this." Michael told his sister.
"Well, what do you want me to say?" Marie asked in a motherly tone. "You are at that age when your hormones are raging, and it was with someone you trusted so there really isn't anything that I can be really mad about."
"You are right about that. It was with someone I cared about." Michael said with a smile.
"How did it happen?" Marie asked him.
"My car broke down and I had to wall home. Then when it started to rain, I ran home. Well, I hit my head on a sidewalk in front of her house, and I knocked on her door, thinking it was my house, then she invited me in to change my wet clothes. When I accidently fell asleep on her bed, I woke up to find her kissing me. One thing led to another, and we ended up sleeping with each other." Michael sighed finishing up his story.
"Well, you know that I think that whole 'wait till marriage before sex' is total bullshit." Marie said. "If you really like her, then what is the problem? I know that you really care about her, so what is the big deal?"
"That's the problem." Michael said. "I haven't told her how I really feel about her, and I fear if I do, I am not going to like what she says to me."
"You won't figure out what she says unless you go and tell her." Marie said.
"Thanks." Michael said.
"No problem." Marie smiled, hanging up the phone. Michael felt a little relieved, but not fully, because he still had Miley to talk to. Michael took a deep breath, pulled on his t-shirt, and went out of his home to talk to his friend.
Michael found himself standing near the barn where Miley kept her horse, Blue Jeans. It wasn't long before he saw her, dressed in some cut off jeans, and a white tank top. He wanted to go over and talk to her, but he found himself just watching her. It was moments like these that he really noticed what a beautiful young woman she was.
"Down boy." Michael told himself. He took a deep breath, and walked over to where she was standing.
He watched as she gently stroked Blue Jeans face, and sighed.
"Blue Jeans, what should I do?" Miley asked, as if the horse could understand her. "I really do love him, but what if he rejects me? I couldn't handle it, because that is how much he really means to me."
Michael took a deep breath, and cleared his throat to announce his present to her.
Miley looked back towards him, and smiled lightly.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Miley asked him.
"I was looking for you." Michael said. "Do you mind talking a walk with me so we can talk in private?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." Miley said. Michael turned his back, and she quickly whispered to Blue Jeans, "Wish me luck."
The horse playfully licked her face, and Miley walked off with her friend.
Michael and Miley walk ended with them sitting on the beach. Someone had to make the first move here, and Michael figured that it should be him. With a deep breath, he spoke about what is on his mind.
"Miley, where do we stand?" Michael asked.
"Stand? What do you mean?" Miley asked, slightly confused.
"After we, you know, where do we stand, as friends, or as a couple?" Michael asked her. Miley knew that his face turned red when he said the word couple.
"Well, after we had sex, being friends is going to be a challenge, unless we..."
"Miley, what are you trying to say?" Michael asked, bracing himself for whatever answer that she was going to give him.
"If you are willing to give a romantic relationship a try, so am I." Miley said with a smile. Michael suddenly pulled her close, and kissed her passionately. He released her, looking like a scorned child.
"Sorry about that." Michael said sadly. Miley sat on his lap, removing her tank top, revealing her bra to him, causing his face to heat up even more.
"That is something we are going to work on, Michael." Miley said, leaning in to kiss him again.
AN: This story has one more chapter left, or two depending on how the next one goes. Wait and see, readers !