Author's Note: Not that I don't love the fact that Lilly and Oliver are together- they're great, it's just that this idea came to me as soon as I saw that particular episode. This is a silly melodramatic snippet, enjoy.

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eating cake

Miley: It's not my fault. This is all Lilly's doing, yes, if she would just… just not look at me that way, not say those things- I feel like I'm drowning, water filling my lungs and all air has escaped me- I try to breathe, try to fill myself with this early spring air but nothing, just the water, just the breathless heave of one's last breath- I'm sure that I' am dying.

Everything about her arouses me, makes the airs on the back of my neck- stand to her attention. Jesus.

I feel like such a fool, sitting in my chair trying to pay attention- but it's hard, so hard to ignore that dampness forming between my legs as I cross and uncross them over and over again.

Mr. Vanders is rambling on and on about something in French that I cannot understand and it's not easy having to listen to Lilly repeat whatever he's saying in that foreign tongue- god what I wouldn't give for her to straddle me, press me into my bed and whisper naughty French words into my ear- Ooh… oh stop it! I curse myself, clenching my hands together, digging my nails into my sweaty palms. Stop it! Stop it! I lick my lips, class ends in three minutes- I just need to hold out a little... a little longer. I can make it. I breathe in through my nose and let it go through my mouth.

Easy, easy does it…

The bell rings and I practically lunge out of my seat, scramble around picking up my books and bag and then I look to Lilly- she's casually picking up her things, slowly gathering her papers and I'm dying, inside I'm just drooling.

I stand behind her as she nears the classroom door, I touch her elbow, "Bathroom," I whisper huskily into her ear.

Lilly looks up to me with her smoky navy eyes and smiles, coyly, "Okay," She says simply, and she follows me to the girl's restroom on the second floor of the school that no one uses…

The brown wooden door shuts behind me and I waste no time- to devour, to touch and explore, that would be a soaring victory in concerns to my delirious lustful heart.

Lilly: "Does he love you the way I do?"

So elegant, the way she says it, mouth burning against my ear- husky breathing- my knees feel weak. I feel my whole body gravitate towards her and my thighs tremble. No, he doesn't, no- nothing like she does, not even close, it cannot be compared.

She runs her hands roughly down my arms, then fastens them onto my hips- gripping me, as if to say without words, as if by a whisper, mine… And I allow it, because she does that to me.

We are kissing fiercely against a bathroom stall, my lungs burn with the need for air, but Miley refuses to release me- her dominating personality hovers and controls the situation… holding… holding… my mouth- open for her pleasure, my breath- gone as she touches my breast… holding… holding air… holding… tears pierce my eyes and I shove her back, away from my pounding insides and heaving chest.

I place a cool hand to my hot face- the temperature difference makes me dizzy, "That was…" I begin, then break off gulping in air.

Miley shakes her head, "This is too much, sometimes I get so… unbearably hot and frustrated and you…with him, it's makes me crazy."

I knew it would come to this. (You can't have your cake and eat it too.)

"Oliver…" I say softly, his name out loud- echoing through this small enclosed space makes me feel dirty, grime grates against my sweating pores.

Miley flinches and turns her back to me, she exhales and her shoulders slump. I feel so torn- my body is split directly in the middle, each piece gravitating to another, and my heart is in my mouth and I chew on it- unsure who to make myself whole for.

Miley: I' am facing the white tile wall, I feel Lilly's body heat and it scorches my skin (hotter than the sun- like fires of hell on my back). How can I make her see that I'm here, I'm hers and she should be mine?

Turning swiftly on my heel I grab Lilly's shoulders and force her to look me in the eyes, "I want all of you, all the time- not sometimes, not every so often- everything, all, I want every piece of you…I don't want you with him anymore, I can't… I just can't…" I break off, my grip on her loosens and I back away. I've said my part, and now to wait. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, chewing on her lower lip all the while.

"Oliver is… he's my best-"

I cut her short with a wave of my hand, pushing past her and opening the bathroom door, walking out, away- I can't listen to her excuses, her lame reasons for staying with him- a man who cannot give her all that I can- Love, Wealth, Adventure.

"Wait! Miley, stop!"

I keep going, walking with a great weight on my back, crushing me.

"I said stop!"

I feel her hand jerk my elbow, pulling us together, colliding in the empty hall of forgotten papers and sealed lockers.

With my height I stare her down, eyes blazing, but she is stubborn and glares right back.

"You are being unreasonable," She declares boldly.

"How so?"

She scratches the corner of her mouth, thinking, "Oliver was first, he wanted me first, and you got jealous! Face it, this wouldn't work without the secret bathroom make-outs, or sneaking behind everyone's backs- you like the chase, the fun of danger."

"You are being ridiculous!" I snarl, "Yes, Oliver caught your eye before I did, but that in no way can that measure how I feel for you."

Lilly rolls her eyes, "How do you feel?"

"I told you…"

"No!" She holds up her index finger to me, "You told me you wanted me physically, that you liked being with me, but I need more then that!"

I feel like ripping out my hair, "Fine! Fine, is that what you need to hear? I love you! I love you! Be with me! … And love me back…"

The bell rings, signifying the end of class.

Students rush between and around us like water- flowing, crashing against us, the rocks, against us, the current.

"Lilly! Miley! Hey guys!"

My heart grows cold.

Oliver jogs over, his dumb shaggy hair bouncing around his eyes as he throws a protective arm around Lilly, pulling her to his side. He kisses her flushed cheek and whispers a loving, private hello (almost like it's a secret, he whispers it into her ear, into her blonde hair that I, minutes prior sank my nails into, clawing aggressively- earning a deep moan from Lilly's parted lips).

I feel betrayed. A stab to my chest, a knife in my beating heart!

Desire leaves, filtering out like cold crashing wind.

My eyes plead with hers, my lips puckered at the ready with her name on them. But Lilly says nothing, smiles up at Oliver and snuggles deep into his shoulder.

Love is meaningless.

I walk away.

Lilly: Miley is nonexistent. She has left me- physically and emotionally. She refuses to see me. And I feel the sting of mistake slap each of my cheeks. Like a child, I shuffle my feet from place to place- my purple converse walking with a mind of their own, walking across the worn wooden boardwalks and gray cracked sidewalks, head down (of course- the sun will not see me today, I'm unworthy). I have chosen- I've eaten the cake.