Disclaimer: See Chapter 2...not chapter 1... because I forgot. Oh Yeah that's right, The Great Idiot is at the Authors Note stearing wheel this time! So Fritolays and I figured that because of those other shorter chapters, we'd give you a nice long one. And we'd like to thank all of you reviewers for helping us think this will be a great story. Ha just kidding, of course it'll be an awesome story. Enjoy...

Chapter 3

Miley's POV:

"It's just…well whatever I say, do you promise not to freak out?" she said in a hushed tone.

"Lilly, I don't know any one else, so how would I know whether to freak or not?" I chuckled. But Lilly kept a serious face. She obviously wanted me to be ok with it too. "Yeah I promise."

Then she started to whisper. "Alright, well I know this probably isn't what you're used to, since you've been living back in Tennessee and all, but Miles…I-I'm gay." She whispered even quieter. I was a bit shocked at first at how straight forward she was, coming out just like that. Yet I was also impressed that she was trusting me with as big of a secret as that for someone she has only known for half the day. Then it suddenly hit me that she does swing my way and I may just have a chance with her. These thoughts took me somewhere else and I was snapped back into reality with Lilly waving her hand in front of my face. "Miley, Miley, are you ok?"

"Oh yeah, yeah I was just thinking so…"

"So are you cool with this then?"

"Yeah, it's really fine with me." I nodded with a smile, a smile that began to grow.

"Are you sure? Cause I know that's what you're not used to over in those states right?"

"No, it's not very much accepted at all. I know it is here a lot, but I'm really fine with it anyway." Now the question is, should I tell her straight out?

Lilly's POV:

I look over to Miley and see that she seems to be contemplating something. I hope she wasn't lying about being ok with this and isn't freaked out by me now.

"Ok, since you've been so honest with me even though you don't really know me, I'll be honest with you," She says before taking a big breath. She looks around the hall before leaning in towards me and whispering into my ear, "I'm a lesbian too."

I think I felt her lips lightly brush my ear, but I'm not quite sure and I can't help but shiver at the feeling of her warm breath as it causes sensations to stir throughout my body.

She pulls back and looks at me expectantly. I guess it's safe to say that she's completely okay with my gayness. Whew, Thank God for that. If she wasn't into girls, I had no idea on how I was going to get her to go on a date with me.

"Ok, that's good to know," I respond. I can't help but match the smile she has on her face.

"Oh, and why is that," she asks with a raise of her brow as we maneuver our way through the throng of people milling about in the hallway.

"Welllll, it makes what I'm planning on asking you much, much easier," I say with grin.

"Oh? And what are you planning on asking me?" She asks while lightly bumping my shoulder with hers.

Keeping with the playful banter we have going back and forth, I flirtatiously ask, "Wanna go out with me on Friday night?"

Her answering grin is all the answer I need. Of course I still patiently wait for her response. I'm pretty sure, but not positive that she's going to say yes.

"I'd love to." Is her response as we walk into our next class and take our seats.

All throughout class, we both had winning smiles on our faces. Miley's didn't leave her face once, not even when Amber and Ashley mocked her loudly from behind about her accent. Mine briefly faltered until I saw it didn't bother her in the slightest.

The teacher had just turned back towards the chalkboard when she turned in her seat and leaned towards me a bit.

"Should I tell the two girls behind me that one has something HUGE stuck in her teeth and the other has some brown stains on the back oh her pants?" She mock-whisperingly asks me. "Kinda looks like she had a bathroom accident if you ask me." She adds while shaking her sadly then turns back in her seat and faces the front of the classroom.

A loud bark of laughter escapes before I can get a hold of myself and clamp my hand over my mouth as I watch both Amber and Ashley jump out of their seats and start for the door. They both freeze in their steps as the teacher yells after them.

"Ms. Dewitt! Ms. Addison! Where do you think you are going?! Both of you, detention today after school for disrupting my class!" Mrs. Waters angrily states.

I didn't have to bother holding back my laughter now. The whole classroom is laughing at the site that Amber and Ashley are making. Ashley is holding a textbook to her butt and slowly backing herself towards the door while Amber tries to ask Mrs. Waters if they could go to the bathroom without opening her mouth or moving her lips.

Without waiting for an answer, they both turn and high tail it out of the classroom, towards I'm guessing, the nearest bathroom.

As the teacher finally gets the classroom back under her control, I turn and face Miley.

"Did they really have something in their teeth and on their butt?" I whisper so the teacher doesn't catch me.

She tilts her head while sporting a big grin.

"Nope!" She answers with a pop of her lips.

My God, I think I love this girl already! She's managed to embarrass and humiliate the two of the biggest bullies, and on her first day. I just hope that this doesn't come back to bite her in the butt later on, although knowing the terrible twosome as I do, it will.

As the bell rings signaling the end of class, I quickly pack up my books and wait for Miley to do the same.

As we make our way to our next class, I hook my elbow in hers and smile shyly at her. She gives me a heart-warming smile in return.

"You-…are my hero Miles! I can't believe you put them in their place like that! And in front of the whole class no less!" I can't stop gushing. "Oh, and you got them detention! This will be around the whole school by lunch. You know…they will most likely retaliate against you in some way." I cautiously add.

"I'm not worried about it. If they do, they do. As my Da-….as my Daddy used to say, 'There's no use crying over spilt milk'," she calmly states while wiping away a single errant tear trailing down her cheek.

I want to ask her about whatever's bothering her, but I can tell she doesn't want too, by her body language and the blank look her face is now sporting.

"Well, if they do try something, I'll be right there beside you, ok?" I softly tell her as we walk into our next class of the day.

It seems I've said the right thing as she offers me a small smile in return.

"Thanks Lilly."

We take our seats, take out our notebooks, and wait for class to begin. I quickly glance at Miley before the bell rings and find her zoning out. Most likely thinking about whatever it was that caused her earlier tear. Being able to really look at her without the fear of being caught, I see just how beautiful her eyes are. They are a deep crystal blue that almost borders on gray. Simply said, beautiful. All of her.

I stop my gazing and face the front of the classroom as the teacher walks in. I guess it's time to learn. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to think about my brunette beauty later.

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Miley's POV:

School ended quickly and I was finally free to think. To think about the doubts I had on whether to tell Lilly or not, about why I was suddenly upset earlier. I could tell she knew, I could tell from the glances she gave, but I didn't show that I knew. And especially from the way I looked lost in thought and the obvious tear running down my face. This was no secret, it was just simply…painful. I'll tell her in time though.

"So Miley, where do you live anyway?" Lilly asked as we walked out of the school building.

"Oh just a few blocks up from here." I pointed in the direction, then looked back over to her. "Why where do you live?"

"That is so cool, I live just a street over from there." she stated with excitement.

"That's cool. So would you…" hesitated, but I knew my Mom wouldn't mind at all. "…would you like to come over just for a minute and meet my Mom?"

"Yeah of course, I'd love too." she beamed as we continued to my house.

We walked in and my Mom was there waiting, already preparing dinner. "Hey Mom, I'm home." I said as I walked in the door. She walked over to me, excited.

"Well hey honey, how was your first day?" she put an arm around my shoulder.

"It went surprisingly well. In fact I already made a friend."

"Oh Miley I knew you could do it. So what's your friend like?"

"Well she's just right…" I turned around and Lilly wasn't still right behind me. I walked back out the door a little. "Lilly since when did you become so shy? Don't worry, my Mom will love you, now come on in." she sighed as I tugged her in by linking arms with her.

"Sorry, I was just waiting for you two to catch up." she whispered into my ear.

"That's fine." I whispered back and then turned to my Mom. "Mom this is Lilly. We have several classes and lunch together, so I got to see the school easier. Oh and she lives just a street over."

"Well hi Lilly, how are you? I'm Susan Stewart." They shook hands. I was so happy that they got along so well, I just wanted to tell Mom, then and there, that I even had a date.

Lilly's POV:

"I'm doing great thanks! And it's very nice to meet you Mrs. Stewart," I say smiling politely, trying to make a good first impression. With our date this Friday in mind, I'm making sure to be on my best-est behavior. It simply wouldn't do at all for her to hate me, because if all goes well, I'm going to be with her daughter for a long time to come.

I just know it. It's a feeling I have deep inside.

"Oh, call me Susan, Mrs. Stewart makes me sound so old!" She tells me with a laugh.

I can see exactly where Miley gets her smile from, it's identical to her moms. In fact, it looks like she got almost all her looks from her mother. If you go by the idea that you'll age and grow up to look like your mother, well then Miley is going to be beautiful when she's her mom's age. I mean, she's already beautiful now, but she is going to age so gracefully if she follows in her mother's footsteps.

"Old?! You don't look a day over 30!" I say turning on the charm. She of course laughs at this. Oh yeah, I'm thinking I'm making a great first impression. Go Me. "And I don't think I can call you Susan, but will you settle for Mrs. S?"

Still smiling widely, she shakes her head yes to the nickname.

"Well Lilly, I'm so glad Miley's already made a friend on her first day. She sometimes has a hard time-

"MOM!" Miley interrupts what was probably going to be something embarrassing. "We're going to go my room and work on our homework," she adds while grabbing my hand and gently tugging me towards the staircase.

"It really was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. S!" I yell over my shoulder as we quickly ascend the stairs.

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We reach Miley's bedroom and I look around and take everything in. Her queen size bed is to the left as we walk in and centered on the wall. It's done up in different shades of red and sitting on top her pillow in the middle is a cute little brown teddy bear.

To the left of her bed is a nightstand and on it sits a picture of a boy who looks to be our age or maybe a year or two older with his arms around Miley's shoulders from behind. He has slightly long light brown hair, boyish good looks, and is smiling goofily into the camera. I wonder if maybe he was an old boyfriend before she realized her sexuality.

On the nightstand to the right of the bed is another picture frame, this one with an older man with shoulder length brown hair and a light goatee with a younger looking Miley sitting on his shoulders grinning hugely. Hmm, must be her father.

The walls are painted in two shades, a light pink on bottom being separated by white chair molding, and an even softer shade of pink on top. White crown molding and baseboards also circled the room giving her room a very sophisticated look.

Her bed frame, dressers, night stands were all white giving the entire room a look of innocence that seemed to suit her perfectly. A couple of posters of her favorite musicians and bands adorned one wall leaving the others mostly blank aside from a large mirror that hung above her dresser.

Above her bed hung a large white satin memo board that had a collage of pictures of what I'm assuming are her friends and family in Tennessee. There are even a couple of pictures of Miley riding a horse around what looked like barrels.

After taking in Miley's room, I turn and look at her to find her watching me intently, probably waiting for my opinion on her room.

"I like your room. It suits you perfectly," I tell her with a smile.

She chuckles throatily before saying, "You don't even know me."

I concede with a small nod of my head.

"True, but I can just tell from what I know of you so far," I respond back.

I walk over to her nightstand and pick up the picture frame of her and the boy but she quickly rushes over and snatches it from my hands to reverently set it back on her nightstand. I just have to raise my brow at this odd behavior. I notice the smile from earlier is now gone only to be replaced with a deep frown.

"Is that or was that an old boyfriend," I can't help but ask. I admit, seeing the happiness and joy radiating from her face while some guy has his arms around her is making me a slight bit jealous. I know I have no right, but I just can't help it. There's just something about her that has completely drawn me in.

"That is my… that was my brother," she corrects herself, not breaking her stare from the picture in question.

I can see her trying to hide the look of pain that flashed on her face briefly and it makes me feel like such an ass. Here I am getting jealous over a non-existent boy friend and it's her brother. I don't bother asking what happened to him. I figure she'll tell me when she's good and ready to. I just walk up to her and softly pull her to me in a gentle hug. I guess she needed one, cause she just collapses in my arms and begins to softly sob into my neck.