A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all the reviews last chapter, I really hope you do the same for this chapter. I know I'm horrible with updates, but you guys already know that too, right?
Lilly please come faster. Please. Please. I don't want him to find me. So please just come faster. I know I was stupid. I know I should've never came to this party. I should be at your house now. I should've never came with stupid Jake Ryan. I glance over my shoulder quickly, thinking I heard him coming, but thank fucking god no one was there.
"Miley? Is that you? What are you doing outside?" Shit, shit, shit, shit. It's him. I'm drunk, or at least I think I am?
"I just needed fresh air," please believe my lie! Jake Ryan, leave me alone.
"Well come back in, baby," did he seriously just call me baby? "They just opened a keg, and the party's really getting started now. C'mon I wanna see how much you can chug," he's eyeing me up and smirking like a dirty teenager. I thought I would like it if someone like him wanted me, but I don't! I really, really don't!
You know what, I'll just trick him, "Honey," the first step to tricking is give them a pet name, "I really just want to stay outside for a bit longer. You go inside, and I'll be there in a few minutes. Then you can see how much this girl can really chug," I'm grinning from ear to ear (even though it's fake, but he doesn't know that!) and hoping he'll believe every lie that has escaped my lips.
"Hell yeah!" he pumps his fists in the air, "Babe, you're amazing," he turns around and jogs back inside the house.
Thank god I got rid of him, but I really don't have much longer until he comes back out. So Lilly hurry your mother fucking—"Hey need a lift?" her face is right in front of mine, and she has this smirk on it that's saying 'I know something and you don't.'
"I didn't even hear your bike…" I mumble more to myself for being so stupid not to hear the roaring of her really loud motorcycle.
"That's because I didn't take it," oh. Now I feel two times as stupid, "I knew this was Jake Ryan's address the second you gave it to me. He knows the sound of my bike's engine from miles away, I didn't want to cause any suspicion, and so I brought my mom's town car."
"You're amazing," I throw myself onto her, and since I'm a bit clumsy, I guess due to the imparity of drinking two smirnoffs (which only Miley Stewart gets drunk off) we both fall onto the ground, and she's clutching onto my waist like no tomorrow.
"Woah there cowgirl," she grins, and my face becomes entirely flushed, "c'mon let's get you home."
"No!" I scream, and Lilly gives me this strange look, "my dad knows the smell of alcohol even if he's on the other side of the room. Can I come with you?"
"To my house?" Lilly seems unsure for a moment, "I-I guess." Is she hiding something from me? Is there something at her house she doesn't want me to see? No, that can't be possible, 'cause she invited me over earlier today.
She lifts us both up, and helps me into the passenger side of the car, before getting in herself.
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"Here," Lilly hands me pajama bottoms and a tank top. I am so grateful I made more friends than just Jake. Otherwise I'd still be at that party, but I probably wouldn't still be a virgin.
"Should I just change here or where's your bathroom?" I ask unsure.
"I'll turn around," Lilly faces her wall.
"Don't peek," I tease, I don't know why I just said that, but I hope she doesn't think I said that because I know she's a lesbian.
"Not even a small quick one?" she jokes back. Oh thank you for not taking it the wrong way.
"Depends if I catch you or not," I like this. I feel like we're flirting, but not in that your normal boy-girl flirting way. This is a whole new type of flirting for me; I never realized girl-girl flirting was different.
I peel my shirt off, and it's then I realize it was sticking to me, ugh I feel gross and sweaty now. Slowly I pull my jeans down, and kick them to the side; I glance up, and see Lilly quickly turn her head looking back at the wall. "Hey, what did I say?" I wanted to feign madness, but I couldn't help but hysterically laugh.
"I can't help it, you have a hot bod," I wonder if Lilly really meant that? What if she did, do you think I could ever be with her? Erase those thoughts Miley, even if you were gay, she wouldn't want you.
"Well then I see only one way to solve this problem," I state confidently, still in my bra and panties. I don't know if it's the smirnoffs talking right now, or my own stupidity.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" she turns around, and stares at me. It's not the uncomfortable stare I got from Jake before; actually it feels good to know she's checking me out.
"You strip. Right now," I point a finger at her then at the floor, signaling I really meant right now.
"But—but my bod isn't as hot as yours!" Lilly whines. She hesitates for a moment, waiting to see if I was joking or not. "Just don't laugh," she finally says, before pulling her shirt and pants off.
Oh my god. She was lying! Straight through her teeth! Her body is hot. It is really hot. I don't think ever in my life have I been more attracted to another girl. I step closer to her, and run my right hand across her stomach, which causes a sharp intake of breath from her. "Mi—Miley?"
This isn't too fast, right? I only did meet her two days ago. I don't care if this is too fast, I might as well seize the moment. I fall to my knees, and kiss her right above her belly button. That's when I notice she has a belly button ring. I look up at her, and grin evilly at her, before taking the ring between my teeth and pulling it gently. "You… you never were the church girl you dress up as, were you? You were always a party girl deep down inside, weren't you?" Lilly's breathes out, and I can hear she's suppressing a moan.
I lick all around her belly button, and then kiss each spot where I left a trail of saliva. Giving her belly button ring one last tug with my teeth, I stand up, and walk back over to where I placed the pajamas she gave me. "By the way, just so you know, you do have a hot bod," I say before pulling the tank top over my head, and lifting the pajama bottoms up.