This was written in an attempt to make up for my mistakes.

The kiss was simplistic. There was no fancy tongue movements or lip bruising or biting, just a soft meeting of the lips. Not even Lilly's first kiss with Oliver had been this delicate and kind. The thought pieced Lilly's disjointed mind together and she reminded herself she was in a relationship and no kiss that brought on an all time high was going to make her leave that fact out. Though she didn't draw back, she couldn't. She was free to, Miley wasn't holding her, but it was like her limbs just glued themselves to the couch and her mouth to Miley's.

When Miley was satisfied with her doings, she pulled away with a light toothless smile.

"You're more than a best friend to me, Lilly," she said. Lilly blinked, her vision seeming messed up as Miley appeared different to her, a sudden coat of radiance outlining her. Something about her features had changed, something that made them... way more appealing than they had been five seconds ago. Lilly glimpsed around the room, scoping out any place where there was no Miley, which was hard since there were a few framed photos in the living room.

When she finally cleared away the mist, questions immediately built up as her thought process functioned properly once more.

"Um... Miley... don't kiss me like that again, please."

"Did I do it wrong?" Miley worried. Lilly almost laughed at her naivety. Almost.

"No, you didn't, but you did kiss the wrong person." The smile on Lilly's face was humourless, sad. She had to explain so much to Miley and herself, but she wasn't sure she could continue being reasonable in such a crazy situation.

"It didn't feel wrong," Miley objected wilfully.

"It is wrong, Miley. Damn it, I have a boyfriend!" Lilly knew she had said that at the wrong time and with too much anger.

"What?! Who?!"

"Uh... I thought I already told you this. It's Oliver, remember?" Had she really told Miley they were dating?

"I thought he was just our friend..." The answer was no.

"Aww Miley, don't look at me like that," Lilly pleaded, knowing that her emotions responded to Miley's as if they were a part of her as well and with the tearful shine of Miley's eyes increasing, she knew hers would mirror them.

"But you don't like me back," she whimpered, the new ache of a dejected heart taking a painful effect on the unknowing girl.

"I do like you, just not the way you think you like me."

"I don't think, I know." Miley was certain of this one thing, at least.

"Okay, okay. Just, try to get this off your mind." Lilly was trying so hard to be calm, but her head was over stacked, a block tower that was made too high and is now swaying, ready to drop if even the slightest weight was added.

"It's all I can think about." And the guilt came crashing down. Lilly, now hurt and broken by her own mistakes, watched Miley. She watched the damp eyes, the deepening frown, and the twitch of her nose as she sniffled. She wanted to leave, to let Miley fix herself up, but that would be selfish. Selfish wasn't something Lilly usually was. No, Lilly was a friend, a good one. She threw aside her objections and drew the close to crying girl into her arms. The caring grasp of her friend dried up her tears and she relaxed, though the sorrow remained.

Miley focused on the way she fit against Lilly. This was where she was meant to be, she had no doubt about it. Lilly may not think so, but as Miley melted into the "friendly" hug, she confirmed all feelings for Lilly. The warm affection heated her desire to be persistent, to not give up on her new love interest. Lilly was worth the fight, no, Lilly was worth the war. The battle would be huge and Miley would need to come fully armed and prepared because from the week of getting to know Lilly again, Miley had learnt one thing and that was that the blonde resisted something unwanted like it was a vegetable with her name on it (Lilly hated her greens). Force-feeding her would be the only way and Miley smiled in satisfaction as she held Lilly even when she tried to leave Miley's suddenly tender grip. Miley was confident with her plan and the sound of Lilly clearing her throat sealed the lid and boxed away any second thoughts.

The slant of Lilly's mouth hinted at her discomfort over the awkward atmosphere she was creating all by herself as Miley untangled herself from Lilly's body. The singer did her friend a favour and scooted over, so they no longer made contact. Miley didn't like it, but it was for Lilly. Everything from that moment on would be for Lilly.

The phone interrupted the silence and Lilly sprung for a chance to remove herself from next to Miley and ran to the phone, answering with an out of breath, "Hello? Stewart residence." Miley found Lilly's attempt to sound formal cute and she observed Lilly's face as she listened to the person on the phone. Her eyes widened and flicked towards Miley, resulting in the singer to mouth a concerned "What?" Lilly held up a finger and nodded her head, as if whomever she was talking to could see her. Silly...

"Okay, I'll tell her." Lilly hung up and turned to Miley, who was practically hanging over the arm of the couch with flared curiosity.

"Who was it?" she questioned, the crease of Lilly's brow signalling not so good news.

"Jake Ryan," she responded, expression unreadable.

"Who's that?"

"Your boyfriend." Miley's eyes widened, close to dislodging themselves from their sockets.

"I have a boyfriend?!"

"Yeah, he said he's leaving the set of his movie to come help you with your 'memory problem'," Lilly emphasised.

"I don't want him to. I'm happier with you," Miley opposed.

"You don't know that Miles, you need to give him a chance." Miley shook her head roughly, not impressed by her past self for getting a boyfriend. She was certain he couldn't compare to Lilly. No one could compare to Lilly.

Seeing her friend's contempt, she thought that maybe showing Miley some of Jake's movies would lighten her up and make her see why she loved Jake. Even though Lilly couldn't see why Miley had ever loved that cocky jerk in the first place. A few sweet nothings and admittance to wanting to be normal shouldn't overrule his stupid arrogance.

Upon finding a copy of Jake's "to die for" Zombie High sitcom, Lilly sat Miley down and made her watch her boyfriend make a fool of himself on the screen. Lilly tried not to find Miley's disgusted faces amusing, but she really didn't like Jake's acting and she continued to comment on how fake he was and each remark would bring Lilly closer to laughing. As the ending credits blessed the girls' eyes, Miley turned to Lilly solemnly.

"I don't like that boy. At all. Lock the doors, board up the windows, I don't want him near me," Miley instructed, her cold stare slapping away Lilly's smile.

"Miley! I can't do that! At least say hi to him and give him a shot at trying to make you remember." Lilly never was one for blackmail, but Miley was too stubborn and Lilly was running low on options. "Please, Miley? For me?" Miley's hard gaze softened and her eyes cried out "You went too far!" and Lilly replied with "You made me do it". Miley groaned in frustration, fighting the urge to grab her pillow and scream into it.

For Lilly, that's the only reason why Miley agreed.

I am displeased with this. Are you as well?