A/N 1: Yo…please review? PLEASE! You get cookies.
A/N 2: I've never understood that before. When somebody asks to review and then they'll get a cookie. I mean really. Ok Babe, you never said you were a/n 1, but i think we've all established that you're on top already. :P So yes agreed, please enjoy and review....
A/N 3: Yes, I am on top. Lol They get cookies becuz they do
A/N 4: :P
Complications
"Well…" Miley started. She was coy to finish, but I had my ways.
"I won't ever talk to you again if you don't tell me." I glared angrily at her. She groaned, or something, and then nodded.
"When we were dating, I might've, accidentally, left the door unlocked when Joanie came over…" She blushed, trailing off.
"What? Wait, how long….never mind, would he ever tell…probably not…" I rambled on incoherently. Miley tried her best to stifle a smile, but I was just so damn funny that it broke through. We sat down about a mile away from her house after walking in the hot sand. It was getting warmer as spring approached, leaving winter alone for another year.
"No one else knows though!" She volunteered, trying to calm my nerves. I appreciated that, but I'd appreciate a backrub more. Ah, a backrub.
"Miley…" I sighed. She looked at me, confused.
We sat on the beach, holding hands, watching the sun slowly crawl towards the horizon. I grinned when I felt her caress the back. Several bystanders walked by, but they paid no mind to us.
After a while of lying on the shifting sands I leaned over and kissed her cheek. I rested my head on her shoulder until I decided I was bored. I was just about to bring her into the greatest make out session of her life when her father started calling.
"Miley!?" He shouted. I turned towards the voice, but didn't reply. We both stood up and made our way lazily as he continued calling.
"Coming!" She replied finally, sick of the voice. As we stepped into view of the house I could smell the aroma of pizza, tempting me, mocking me. I frowned.
"Your dad knew I was here."
Miley looked at me. "How do you know?"
"Cause he ordered pizza." She giggled and I pecked her on the cheek.
Seven minutes later…
"Thanks for letting me stay over for dinner." I smiled as Mr. Stewart sat down.
"No prob, Lil. You're practically family." He smiled. I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.
I took a bite of my pizza as Miley cleared her throat.
"So, dad." She said. Mr. S looked over at her, chewing his pizza. "Did you hear about that incident over at the Lutheran church the other day?"
He shook his head.
Miley pursed her lips. "A gay couple," I noticed Mr. Stewart's face pale at the word, "Was walking out of the church and they got attacked. One got a concussion." She took a sip of her drink, her hands shaking.
Her father was silent for a moment. "And?"
Miley stared incredulous. Her eyes were wide. "Don't you think that's horrible?" She asked, trying to hide the shock in her voice.
"No, they shouldn't have been there. They shouldn't be there." I noticed the amount of venom in his voice, and I was appalled by it.
"Um, excuse me." Miley said, color gone from her face. She left the table and went up stairs.
"I'll see what's up." I volunteered.
"No." Jackson said, and for the first time I noticed him. "I'll do it." He said, following her upstairs. That left me alone with Mr. Stewart for several minutes. Shit. I took a bite of my pizza and then a sip of my drink.
"Has Miley been acting weird lately?" Mr. Stewart asked. I shrugged and shook my head. "Oh, because she's been acting strange. Normally she has a new date every Saturday, or something. But not anymore. Has she said anything to you?" Of course, I shook my head, and tore off another piece.
After a couple more minuets Miley and Jackson came back down, and I'm not sure if her father could see it, but I noticed that Miley had been crying. Don't ask how, I just know.
After dinner me and Miley went up to her room and put a movie into the DVD player.
For those of you nosy people who don't enjoy reading about the deep passionate make out sessions I have with Miley, we watched Finding Nemo. And just so you know, Miley did cry at the end when they were reunited. Ha, what a sap.
Anyway.
I smiled as a tear slowly rolled down Miley's cheek. I leaned down and kissed it, the salty tear disappearing. Miley looked up at me and wiped away an unnoticed tear, and I smiled. I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. We returned to our previous position. Her head on my chest and my arm around her. As the credits started to roll she looked up at me.
"Jackson knows." She sighed. I gawked down at her, getting a slight chuckle out of her.
"Well then. That's cool. Nothing to worry about, unless he tells your dad, like in that one story Lessons that I rea-skimmed online. Skimmed. I don't read." I rambled, and she stifled laughs of happiness.
"Nothing will tear us apart." She smiled, leaning up and nipping at my ear.
I looked down at her. "Except a bomb, or car accident, or…" She covered my mouth, and started knocking the wooden bed frame.
"Do you want to die?" She huffed, looking at me with worried eyes.
"You are too superstitious." I smiled.
She kissed me. "I don't wanna take chances."
