Here's chapter 3.

I hope you like it.

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It had been some time after Oliver found out about me and my feelings for you-know-who, who we wisely decided to call that when we got sick of the tomatoes film and put a Harry Potter one. (Yeah…you can see how creative I am.)

I had been invited to this huge 15-year old party that Joannie was throwing on about two weeks. She'd incredibly managed to organize the whole thing in little time, and almost everyone in ninth grade was going. What didn't encourage me to go, because, after all…You-know-who would be there and I didn't know if I could face her.

Ok…so I might have exaggerated a bit about me and you-now-who's friendship. Truth is: we hadn't stopped being friends, we had just grown apart. So we occasionally hung out, which was when I felt more cheerful.

As I looked at the invitation, my thoughts started to lead me to different things. Maybe this party could be an opportunity to…

But then a little voice in my head started to fight it.

Do you really think it could happen? How are the chances she feels the same?

I quickly told that voice to shut up. And I was woken from my trance when Joannie cleared her throat.

"So…are you coming?" she asked, half-smiling. "I still gotta put your name on the list."

I put my hand on my head, moving my hair bangs from my face. At that moment I saw her talking two the she-devils at her locker. Something made me suddenly change my thoughts.

"Yeah…sure." I said. "I'll be there." Joannie smiled and walked away.

…

"So…um…are you going to Joannie's party?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if you're going to Joannie's party."

There I was sitting next to Miley at the school's cafeteria. I couldn't believe that two weeks had passed; it was already Friday and I hadn't prepared psychologically for that night.

Miley just mover her yoke though her food distractedly. I couldn't help but to lock my eyes on her and think how cute she was when she did that.

"Um…I don't know, I mean…" she said, seeming a bit sad. "I took too long to think about it and I don't even have a dress."

"But you might go…right?" I said, not even knowing where all my anxious feelings came from. She looked up at me and half-smiled.

"I might."

…

"Lilly, would you stop laughing?"

"I can't…It's just so…"

"So…what?"

"Weird."

"Yeah, like you've never seen a guy in a suit before."

I was at Oliver's place. He had called me that afternoon and we had agreed to go to the party together. So I was sitting on his bed right now, already wearing my dress, that was bluish green, watching him search though his clothes.

What had he annoyed was my laughter at the sight of him in his bluish black suit.

"Do I look that bad?" he asked, a bit hurt. I quickly stopped laughing.

"No, it's not that, Ollie." I said. "It's cute."

"Then why're you laughing?"

"Because."

He stuck his tongue at me and went back to search his dresser for a tie.

"Oh, my…" I said. "You take longer than my mom to dress up."

"Haha, very funny." He said.

…

We arrived at the party by 8:30. My mom had given us a ride, and we got out of the car, being instantly stunned by how big and fancy the place was. The light level was just set perfectly and the dance floor was well-spaced. There was a place with sofas and cushions to sit and relax, and they were right near the bar.

We greeted Joannie and wished her a happy birthday. Oliver a bit more shyly than me, because it hadn't been so long since they'd broken up.

Not much people had arrived at that moment, so we just stood there scanning the place. I caught myself thinking if Miley would come. Well, I thought she probably would. She's Miley, after all, and she wouldn't want to miss this party.

My thoughts were confirmed and my heart lit as I saw her approaching.

I let out a "You came!" a bit too excited, and walked to greet her. Oliver raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, but soon followed me smiling.

I looked at her, noticing her vine red dress.

"I though you said you didn't have a dress." I said.

"Well, I…"

"I lent it to her!" Amber showed up behind her smiling, followed by Ashley. I looked at them with an oblivious expression.

"So, um…ho do I look?" said Miley. I again looked at her.

The word "breathtaking" ran though my mind and I again shyly ran my fingers through my hair bangs, trying hard not to blush. Confusion showed on her face.

"That bad?"

"No! No, I mean…you…look…whoa." I said.

I glanced at Oliver, his look was telling me that had been totally stupid. And I agreed with him.

"So…" said Amber. "Why don't we go get something to drink?" I gave of shoulders and followed them to the bar.

Miley soon had a glass of beer in her hands.

"Since when d'you drink?" I asked. She was about to answer when Amber stepped in front of me, also with a glass of beer in her hands.

"C'mon Lil, why don't you have some?" she said. I though of saying something like "don't call me Lil", but I just raised an eyebrow.

"I don't drink beer." I simply said.

A few minutes later, I was finishing my glass of "sex on the beach", while Miley had already drunk a lot and was at her second glass of champagne.

Yeah…I know I said I didn't drink…beer. But whatever, I usually just have my one or two at parties and that's my limit.

Well…at least it was supposed to be.

"Miley, you should stop…you're drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"YOU ARE."

"I'M NOT."

I was standing near Miley at the bar. She was holding a glass with God-knows-what-it's-made-of and she didn't plan to stop drinking just yet.

"Listen, I'm gonna remember this ok?" she said. "I swear, I'm not drunk."

"Yeah, right…" I said. She frowned and turned to grab something from the bar.

"I thought you were already drinking that…stuff." I said.

"It's not for me." She said, before handing me the glass. I glanced at it suspiciously.

"Oh, c'mon, you don't think I'm gonna poison ya or somethin', do ya?" she said, grinning.

"Who knows." I joked.

…

"Hey, waiter, another beer here!"

"Miley, you're taking me to a bad path."

We were sitting on one of the sofas laughing loudly. Oliver had gone dancing with everyone else. And I must admit I had trespassed my drinking limit by then.

I suddenly had the crazy idea of pranking Miley. I grabbed her wrist and got up.

"Wait, where are we goin'?" she asked. I kept walking with her.

"To the ladies' room." I said, chuckling. She let me lead her with no protest and we reached the bathroom.

"Lilly, what are we doin' he…" she started. I suddenly pushed her into one of the bathroom's boxes and locked the door.

"I'm not letting you out until you admit it that you're drunk." I said.

"I don't think you've got the moral to say that." She said, chuckling. I crossed my arms and glared at her.

"Oh, don't you look at me like that." She said. "C'mon, now…let me out."

I just stayed silent.

"Lilly…let me out."

"What if I don't want to?" I said teasingly. She stood up and faced me.

"Let me out, Lilly."

"Or what?" I said. Something was making it fun to tease her. She got closer, I smirked.

…

"Lilly?"

"Hmm?"

"What have we just done?"

That question got me by surprise. I turned to look at her. She had her arms wrapped around herself and was looking up at the bathroom ceiling with a nervous expression.

"Uh…I'm not sure, Miley…" said. I was too, very agitated and nervous. Whatever made us do what we did…the result was that we woke up at the bathroom floor with half our clothes off. No one could be blamed, though. We were drunk. But despite that…we'd both got scared.

"Miley, what…what are we gonna do now?" I asked her. She looked at me.

"No one has to know."

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