Again, thank you so much to everyone that has been reviewing. Your comments inspire me.

This might very well be the last chapter of Must Be Dreaming, but I haven't fully decided yet.

I have a few ideas for what could happen next, but I'm not sure if they're good enough.

Let me know if you'd like to see this story continue, and in what direction.

I'm always open to suggestions.

Btw, I've been listening to Miley's CD, Breakout, on repeat ever since I started this fic. Holy crap, is EVERY song that she's ever recorded completely addictive? Does it make me a bad person to say that I've been obsessed with her since she was 14? Pedophilia... My girlfriend says I have bad taste, lol. That's all.

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How come every time a person wants a day to fly by, it always has to go by slower than usual? Talk about excruciating. I tried to use the time productively, by planning out what I would say to Miley after school. That didn't work, because I couldn't stop replaying that kiss. But who could blame me? My arm had turned red from all the times I pinched it throughout History. I just wanted to make sure that this was real. During English, the one class I share with Miley, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Every now and then she'd look up and smile at me, in between jotting down corrections for the paper we have due tomorrow. She always makes my heart flutter whenever I'm arou- Wait, WHAT? Aww man, I completely forgot about that assignment. It's not like I'm TOO bothered with it though, considering my perfect morning.

Lunch went well. I was so happy to be able to spend those thirty minutes with her again. Miley didn't say much, though. For the most part, she acted as if nothing bad even happened between us for the past week. We just listened to Oliver, and about his encounter with some cute girl and her huge boyfriend, or whatever. I was too busy trying to keep my leg from bouncing. In a nutshell, I was nervous. Calm down, moron. She's going to think you're going crazy.

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I watched the clock for my entire last period. Tick. Tick, tock. Tick, tock, tick. Oh my God... GO. At this point I was both extremely excited and very scared. I failed miserably at trying to stop my leg from hopping. Not to mention my hands were sweating like mad. I've never been so worked up in my life. 10.. 7.. 4.. 1... The buzzing bell finally went off, and with it so did I. I was the first out the door, sprinting to my locker. I ignored the pain in my knee all together, far too determined on getting there on time to even care. I dashed around corners and dodged passing students. I then came to a skidding stop at my locker, surprised to find that Miley was already standing there, arms folded and all.

"You're late." She wore a stern look on her face. I can't believe I already pissed her off again.

"I'm sorry, I got here as fast as I..." I then saw a smile creep up on Miley's face, causing me to remember something. "Wait, your class is just up the hall... That's not fair at all!" My brows furrowed. She just let off her trademark giggle.

"Haha, I know, come on." She turned around and started walking towards the exit, expecting me to follow. Naturally, I did. When I caught up to her, she asked "So how was your day?" Oh, if she only knew.

"It was alright. Nothing new, you know?" I lied. "Get any homework?" That was a RETARDED question. Of course she did. I have no idea why I'm so worked up around my best friend. I guess I feel like I have more to prove to her now, even though I doubt her opinion of me could ever change; We've known each other for too long.

"Just like every other day, yeah." After that we both kept quiet until we were well enough away from the school, and into the empty streets of the suburbs, before Miley began speaking again. "So.. I'm sorry for freaking out on you last week. I just didn't know how else to react." My head instantly swung around to look at her. Why is SHE apologizing to ME?

"No, really, I would have done the same thing. Well, you know, if I were in your position, not if you were the one to say that to me. I mean..." I was beginning to babble, and Miley took immediate notice. She looked over at me, smiling.

"Lilly, you can calm down." Obviously she could sense my nerves. "You have nothing to worry about. At the very least we'll still remain as best friends." My eyebrows perked up at her. 'At least?' Just as I opened my mouth to ask her just that, she darted up the street. Apparently we were already a block away from her house. She looked over her shoulder back at me, yelling for me to hurry up. Well, because of that sprint earlier, my knee hurt too much to pull that kind of a stunt again. She waited patiently for me on her porch, and we went into her house once I made it there.

As soon as we stepped through, Miley threw her bag onto the couch. She then asked me "Want a drink or something?" I just shook my head at her. That caused her to shrug and make a motion with her hand to follow her up the stairs. I could follow that girl for miles and never get tired. Once we got to her room she pushed the door closed behind us, and jumped onto her bed. I stood still, in the middle of the room, not sure if it was appropriate to join her. I wasn't sure about a lot of things anymore. When I didn't budge, she laughed and told me to come sit down next to her. I nodded in response and walked over.

I sat down beside her, folding my hands in between my knees while she adjusted herself to sit cross-legged. I must look like such an uptight freak right now, God. Just in case her attention was on my behavior, I started up the question I wanted to ask earlier. "Miley, uhm, what did you mean when you said 'we will still at least stay as best friends'?" She just kept up that same smile on her gorgeous face, and it was starting to make me a tad suspicious. What's going on? She just stared at me, not answering my question. I was beginning to get anxious. "Okay, well what about what happened this morning? What did that even mean?" I asked in confusion. My palms were starting to sweat again. She told me to calm down, but she wasn't making it very easy to.

She lifted one of her eyebrows at me without breaking that smile of hers. "Well, generally when someone kisses you after you admit your feelings for them, it means they feel the same way." I was absolutely amazed that even in such a serious situation as this, Miley could keep up with her sarcastic comments. I was even more astonished at the words that made up said sarcasm. I didn't know what to say back to that, and my racing pulse wasn't making it any easier to concentrate, so I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"But Miles you're straight. You talk about boys all the time." She leaned forward without breaking our eye-contact.

"And yet here we are. I don't care if you're a girl, Lilly. The person you are below your exterior is what captured me from the beginning. To be completely honest with you, I've been trying so hard to keep you out of my head for the longest time, but it never worked. That's why I was so shocked when you told me that you loved me. I know that it's wrong and I can't say that I'm not afraid, because it'll take a lot of getting used to, but I know what I want and that's you." I couldn't help but smile at the girl before me. My worried eyes appeared cheerful after hearing what was just said. Yeah right, this HAS to be a dream. Yet, there was still no carrot flying around the room. I was convinced that if I went out for a lotto ticket right this moment, that I would win the jackpot.I knew that my streak of bad luck had to end at some point.

I couldn't restrain myself; I jumped up so that my whole body was facing towards Miley, before pulling her into the tightest hug I've ever given her. I hugged her the way I've wanted to hug her for years... as more than just a friend. Miley didn't return the hug immediately, I'm guessing for cause of surprise. I leaned my head on her shoulder, facing her hair. Even the way she smells is heavenly. A moment passed, and I pulled back to look at Miley's still smiling face. She reached a hand up, and ran it over the now scabbed mark on my upper cheek.

"It looks much better. How's your knee doing?" I could hear concern in her voice. Her eyes quickly diverted from one of mine, to the other, and back again, waiting for an answer. After I didn't respond, she pulled a 'well?' motion at me, by jerking her shoulders up.

"Oh, sorry... It's alright, just still really bruised." I really need to learn how to control that. I couldn't help it. I got lost in her eyes, yet again. I must look like some silly, love-sick puppy to her. I didn't care at this point. I just felt blessed to still be sitting in her room, much less knowing that she likes back.

Miley began rocking back and forth in her cross-legged position, before getting up suddenly. "It's kind of chilly in here, huh?" She walked over to her closet door, where a white hoodie was hanging. I looked her up and down, watching her every movement. As she began walking back over towards me, while sliding her arms through the hoodie, I cautiously asked, "What happens now?" She looked right at me, pausing in pulling her sweat shirt on. After what looked like a deep thought, she continued to pull the hoodie down over her head, flattening it over her stomach. She stopped right in front of me, and half bent down so that she was eye level with me.

"I have something for you. Want it?" I nodded instantly at her. She grinned back at me. "Then close your eyes." I promptly obeyed her, starting to feel nervous all over again. Oh man, oh man. What's she going to do? What's the surpri- My thoughts were shut up, right then. In fact, they turned straight into mush, along with the rest of my body. For the second time that day, I felt Miley's perfect lips on my own. Thank God I wasn't the one standing up, because I'd be laying on the ground from buckled knees. I don't think I've ever gotten light-headed from a kiss before now.

Our lips stayed conjoined for at least a minute or two, before Miley began speaking between kisses. "Lilly..." She kissed me again. "Will you..." And again. "Be my..." And yet again. "Girlfriend?" The kisses stopped. That would probably be my fault, on account of my eyes flying open, and my hanging jaw. She opened her eyes too, to stare right back into mine.

"Okay, I MUST be dreaming now. This is too good to be real." I said in an astounded tone. Miley just laughed, shaking her head. She placed both of her hands on either side of my head, bringing her forehead to mine.

"Guess what?" I could see Miley's cheeks begin to stretch in a soft smile. "You're not dreaming." This time I laughed, half choking on my own amazement. "So what do you say?"

"I'd want nothing more." I leaned up into her to steal another kiss, just in case she wanted to change her mind before it was too late. Well, you wanna know something crazy..? She didn't.