Nothing is owned.

Mikayla's POV

I wake up and smile. The sun is shining through the curtains and lighting up the hotel room. I'm on my stomach with Miley's arm across my back. She's still asleep. I'm so happy. So what if we skip school? We're gonna have a great day. I saw her smile last night. A real smile. I know we're gonna make it. God, I love her so much. I wish she knew. I wish she felt the same.

I shift a little bit and realize something's terribly off, literally. Oh. My. God. My boxers, which I was pretty sure were on when I went to sleep, are now resting happily at my knees. You have got to be kidding me. I knew they were always a little big because of… reasons, but seriously, out of all the nights, why the one where I slept too hard to notice. No, it's okay. It's fine. Miley's asleep.

Following that thought, I hear Miley wake up.

"Good morning Micky" she yawns. At that point, when I heard her voice, I forgot about everything. It was just me and her. Forget skipping school. I don't care about Mr. Brimner. Screw my boxers… hehe… nevermind.

"Morning beautiful" Oh, Mikayla where did that come from? Don't know but it was awesome!

"Roll over so I can see you" she says sweetly. I slowly roll over to face her and wow. Even when she wakes up she's beautiful.

"Here I am." I say being all cute. She chuckles. I melt every time she does that.

"Hey umm, thanks for doing this." Doing what? Better yet what does she want me to do? God, Miley tell me and I'll do it all day.

"Fuck, take me here." Oh, my god! She said it! Hell yeah! I move closer and-

"Mikayla?" Whoa.

"What?" I reply.

"You zoned out." Are you serious?

"You just said…to…what?" I say. I am so confused.

"I said, thank you… for taking me here". Aw, man. Mikayla, you can be so stupid.

"Oh, no problem." I say with a bit of disappointment.

"So, you hungry?" She asks. She looks concerned. I wonder why?

"Yeah" just my simple answer.

"Room service" she says rolling over to get the phone. Ten minutes later we hear a knock. We're still in bed talking about what we want to do today. She looks at me with pleading eyes.

"I'll get it" I say rolling my eyes. As I stand up the sheets fall off me. I'm facing the window, stretching and letting the sun warm my face when I hear Miley bust out laughing. Oh. Shit. I look down, and yes, there are about 27 brightly colored dinosaurs at my feet, just smiling at me. I completely forgot. I quickly pull my green shirt down to cover myself but the damage has been done. Miley got the front row seat to see my ass. I'm afraid to turn around but I do.

To my delight, Miley's face is buried in a pillow. She's laughing hysterically still. My face is fire hydrant red and I quickly bend over and pull up my happy dinosaurs. I swear they're laughing at me just as much as she is. Why isn't she dead, she hasn't inhaled once. I still have to get the door. Cursing heavily under my breath, I walk over to the door and open it. There stood the room service girl completely confused. Miley was laughing, I was in my underwear, and you get the point. She slowly pushed the cart towards me. I wondered why until I realized, she wasn't looking at my eyes. Actually, she was pretty cute and by the looks of it, she thought I was too. She looks a little turned on. Scratch that, really turned on. Okay, now she's undressing me with her eyes.

I would never go for her.

Sure, I said she was cute but that's all. I want Miley not…what's her name…ah, nametag…Brook. I want Miley not Brook. God, she's still looking at me and Miley's still dying of laughter. I grab the cart and pull it inside.

"Okay thanks, bye" I say very quickly. She nods and I close the door. I hear a thud and push the cart forward and let it roll to where the bed is. I take a deep breath and walk out from behind the wall that isolates the door. Miley's on the floor laughing…still! Great, just great.

Miley's POV

Oh, my, god! I can't breathe I'm laughing so hard. Dude, I saw Mikayla's butt! She got out of bed to get the door and bam! There it was just shining right at me! First, I'm seeing a bunch of peppy dinosaurs and now I'm blind!

Finally I manage to control my laughter so I can breathe. Ah, sweet oxygen. I roll over, sit up, and saw Mikayla's fire hydrant red face. Well, at least she got the food. I get up off the floor and collapse on the bed. I'm still out of breath. Mikayla sits down at the end of the bed facing the TV, not facing me. I roll/scoot/do something weird to sit next to her.

"Aww, Mikayla are you embarrassed again?" Must…not… laugh. "If it helps, you have a really," I lean closer, "really, cute butt." She just smiles. Wait, smiles? Weird. She lays back and I follow.

"Miley?" she sounds a little worried.

"What?"

"Um, can…can we not tell anyone about this?" she says obviously embarrassed. I chuckle and she smiles again. A sweet smile, like she doesn't care that she's embarrassed. Again, weird.

"I guess I'll just have to keep it to myself" I say. She grins.

"And the dinosaurs?" she asks.

"What dinosaurs?" I say being stupid. It was her turn to chuckle.

"Thanks" she says. I give a goofy smile.

"What were those doing at your ankles in the first place?" I ask suddenly curious. Oh my god. I never thought of why I saw her butt.

"They weren't, they started at my knees." She says. Wait, what?

Mikayla's POV

Oh. Shit. I did not just say that. Great, she looks confused and worried, Say something stupid! "Uh, tha-that , wha, no. No i-it. That didn't come out right. I-uh, it's not, no." That was the best you could do? I'm screwed. She's smiling. Is that good?

"Mik, it's okay. I know you didn't. It just came out wrong. Next time buy boxers that fit you." She says. If only she knew, they used to. I smile in return to yet another embarrassment. When will it end? Miley looks a little unsure. Crap, it's not over yet.

"Mik, have you though?" she asks. Please do not be asking what I know you're asking.

"Have I what?" I say playing dumb. Please don't say it.

"You know… masturbated." she says quietly. Now what? I can't lie to her.

"Uh, why do you want to know?" Quick thinking, I like it.

"Your mom told me you were a horndog." She says. I'm gonna kill my mother.

"Sh-she did?" I say oh so quietly.

"Yeah, she said stuff about you, like at night what you do when you think everyone's asleep… and that you're abnormally horny for an 18 year old girl. Oh, and to be careful with you. I didn't know if it was true or not so that's why I'm asking. I'm pretty sure she thinks we're, doing it." she looks up at me. My mom is dead. No one will find her body. If they do, no one will recognize her face. Oh well, time to be honest.

"Uh, well Miley, I can't say I haven't, uhm, or am not. I can tell you that as soon as we get back I won't have a mother." I say bravely.

"What's gonna happen to your mother?" she asks.

"Nothing you can prove" I state. I get yet another chuckle from Miley.

I look at the clock and see that it's 2pm. I still have no idea were we are. Miley looks sad… and scared. Please don't be about Lilly.

"Miles what's wrong?" I ask softly.

"My dad is going to kill me." Simple as that.

"Hey, my parents won't be too proud either. Let's just forget about that till we have to face it. It's our day. Don't let him ruin it." Nice on Mikayla!

"Let's go shopping!" she says. Random much? It'll work.

"Alright let's put pants on and go" this is what I wanted!

"Okay but were buying you new underwear so it'll fit and make your butt even cuter!" I blush heavily at her statement.

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When we get the main lobby we check out and while I'm waiting for Miley, who's tying her shoe, I feel someone's hand on my butt. Not only does it freak me out but I've had enough of issues with my butt today. I turn around to address and possibly castrate this person but find only the room service girl, Brook. I don't say anything. Seriously, what am I supposed to say?

"Hey sexy" she says.

"Uh, hi?" I say or ask. She's running her fingers down my stomach getting closer and closer to- nevermind she's there, drawing small circles…ah, I think she wants to be more than just friends and if not, then that's one hell of a hello. Sure I'm really hot right now but I still don't want her. Miley sits in the back of my thoughts pushing her way forward.

As if on cue, Miley walks up behind me. Brook immediately removes her hand.

"Umm, call me if you ever need anything and I do mean anything. I know you're not from around her but" Brook leans up to where her lips are almost touching my ear. "baby I'd swim to Europe for you." She then traces my ear with her tongue, sticks it as far in my ear as it'll go, swirls it around a few times, then retracts it. "Anytime, day or night, call me and I'll pleasure you like no one's ever pleasured you before." She whispers as she slips a piece of paper into my hand and gently bites my ear. She made me really, really hot and now I just might accept Miley's underwear offer. Brook walks off with a satisfied smile. Hmm, pleasure me like no ones ever pleasured me before huh? I'd smile if I new what that was like. Yeah, I'm a virgin. Hard to believe right? I'm saving it, for someone special.

Miley has a look of disgust on her face.

"Is your ear okay?" she asks it in more of a, now-we-have-to-decontaminate-your-ear tone rather than a, is-it-bleeding tone.

"Uh, yeah" I manage to get out.

"What does she want?" she asks again.

"To, pleasure me?" I'm still so confused.

"We should go" Miley's right. I nod and we exit the building.

When we get to my car there's a small piece of paper under my windshield wiper.

"Welcome to Phoenix, Arizona" I read out loud. It has a red lip print and a few pornographic hand drawn pictures on it. Wow. Brook really wants me. How the hell did she know which car was mine? At least I know where we are now. I smile as I read it once more taking my sweet time to memorize the pictures. Not bad for a room service girl.

"Oh my god" I hear Miley say. I look at her and she has an I-can't-believe-you look on her face.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"You are a horndog" she says rolling her eyes and getting in the car. That I am, Miley, that I am.

Miley's POV

I've had allot of fun today. We shopped for hours. Hell, we even went to Wal Mart. We went around the city for awhile, just taking in all the sites before finally heading home. Believe it or not, it's 8 pm Friday. We're almost home. I've been sleeping off and on. Mikayla's been driving surprisingly well for being so tired. It's nice and dark outside. We're about five minutes from my house. I am so scared. My dad isn't as forgiving since Lilly died. He's gonna kill me because one, I skipped two days of school. Two, I left the state and didn't call once and number three, I was with Mikayla.

We pull into my drive way and Mikayla turns off the car. We get out and lean against the driver's side.

"Ready?" she asks. She's so brave. That's why we're a good team. She's everything I'm not. Kinda like Lilly. Only Lilly wasn't as horny. But it's just another thing I lack I guess. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah" I say as I take her hand. We walk up the steps and open the door. There, about five feet in front of us, stands my red faced father.

"Miley Ray Stewart where the fuck have you been!" he scream for as. I can't talk. Where is my voice? "Why are you with her?" he softens his tone. I let go of Mikayla's hand and move forward.

"I was in Arizona. I asked Mikayla to take me." I say bravely. My dad looks like I betrayed him.

"After all she's done" he whispers.

"She didn't do anything dad" I say snapping. He's getting really mad.

"Don't play that shit with me Miley. You and I both know what she did. That murderer." He says sharply, pointing at Mikayla. That pissed me off.

"Don't call her that!" I scream slapping his hand away from pointing at Mikayla.

Mikayla's POV

Murderer? How am I a murderer? Sure, I've killed my share of spiders but murderer? I see Mr. Stewart retract his slapped hand and then, no, no don't.

-slap-

Oh my god. He hit her. I step forward but Miley stops me. I look at her confused. Her eyes are brimming with tears and a red hand mark is showing up on her face. I'm in protective mode now. "Miley don't you ever fucking do that again." I hear him scream. She turns her head to say something but it never makes out of her mouth. He hits her again. The impact sent her backwards into the door that I don't remember shutting. I jump forward to protect her only to be punched in the gut and thrown aside. He takes the advantage of me being down and kicks Miley in the side. I get up and shove him over. He then responds by kicking me in the ribs so I fall on my hands and knees. Then he kicks me again and again.

When he thinks I've had enough he walks back over to Miley, who by the way is scared shitless. I can't let him hurt her. I have to protect her. For Lilly. She would have protected Miley to the death. I, having somehow gained enough strength, get up and slam my fist into his jaw as hard as I can. I swear I heard a crack. He's on the ground crying like a little girl. That's right, I broke his jaw. Shit Mikayla this is no time to celebrate! Get Miley the fuck out of there!

I grab Miley and practically drag her to my car. I chuck her in the passenger seat through the driver's side. Geez, Mikayla. I get, in start the car, and peel out of her neighborhood. Miley grabs some napkins out of the glove compartment to aid my bleeding knuckles. I didn't even notice they were hurt. I must have hit him really hard. I wince at her touching it. It stings.

Ten minutes later we're safely at my house. My parents are home, great. Miley looks so dazed. It all happened so fast. I turn off the car and take a deep breath.

"Miley, what just happened?" I say obviously dazed myself.

"You saved me. You protected me. You kicked my dad's ass." She says somewhat happy. That wasn't the answer I was looking for.

"Why am I a murderer?" I ask bluntly. Miley looks down for a moment, deep in thought.

"That night that Lilly died. The very moment she died, we were fighting" She says quietly.

"About you"

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Oh, what now? That was a nice twist. Yes, you will see Brook again. Okay so, no one understood the question I asked about where they were, so I just put down Arizona. Next chapter will be up soon. Till then, good chapters come from happy authors; happy authors come from lots of reviews.

A.Y.P.