Author's Note: I've been editing everything. I'm actually a little embarrassed about all the errors I used to have in this story. Er...

Disclaimer: No. Just, no.

My hair is tangled, ratty, and very, very frustrating. I have to look perfect for tonight. But maybe killing my hair with this comb isn't the best idea...

After I left Lilly's the first thing I did was sleep. I needed to shed away the disappointment of not being able to take a nap with her...and that Olivers coming tonight. I don't have anything against him, personally. It's just, he's a boy, Lillys a girl, they could get together. That would kill me, really, it would. But I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen—I'm making a list of possible things I could do to make sure that Oliver doesn't get close to Lilly. It varies from Oliver steps on gum and has to go to the bathroom, to I 'accidentally' chop all of his hair off. Whoops.

I still have no idea what movie we're seeing. I really hope it's not some romantic comedy, those are always cheesy. Not some horror either, I get nightmares. Oh, wait, if it's a chance to uh, get closer to Lilly, then...sweet. Hell, who wouldn't want to get closer to Lilly? She's super amazing—and I sound like a super stalker freak right now.

Who wouldn't want to get closer to Oliver? Well, me. I sound kind of like a jealous freak—for reasons I don't understand, but he just needs to stop talking to Lilly. Now. Every sentence they share, every word uttered, grinds down my soul slightly. I think he can sense my hostility towards him. He smiles awkwardly and takes a step back a little farther than he needs to. I really don't care, in fact—it's good.

Of course all of this thinking occurred while getting ready. It's a good distraction from my current dilemma. I've done a deep condition in my hair, tried on countless outfits, and yet I still can't look good. I frowned at my appearance in the mirror. I just seem—off, somehow. Different.

I shoved these thoughts away as I went down the stairs. Step by step, the wood screaming below my feet. Sheesh, this must be an old house. I hop off the last step landing with a thud, and a high pitched heavy scream ended it. Jeez wood, calm down. I'm not that heavy.

Certain smells made themselves evident to me right away. Sugary, sweet, syrupy? Pancakes? Again? That really must be the only thing Dad knows how to make...

Wait—it's the afternoon. He made pancakes this morning. Who has breakfast food for lunch? Maybe those Jack In The Box people who 'serve breakfast all day!' Yeah, who wouldn't want a poorly prepared English muffin that clearly reflects on just how low minimum wage is? Yum. Speaking of minimum wage, there's Jackson, warming up some of those brown beasts.

"Hey Jackson," I said and smirked at him. I know where I'm going with this.

He flinched. "Uh, hi Miles." He glanced over at me. "What's up?" I sat down at the table near the stove, tapping my finger to my chin. I need to do this delicately...

"Nothing," I replied. "How did you sleep?" Jackson tensed, though not taking his eyes off of the toaster oven.

"I-I, um. I sl-slept great. Thanks for asking."

"That's good. Have you made any friends yet? Any girls?"

"N-nope. Well, I've made a few friends, but not any uh, girls." He grabbed his pancake and walked over to the couch, his head hanging low.

"Oh, well that's too bad. If you ever get a girlfriend, you have to show her to us."

Jackson flipped on the TV, not responding to me. The soft murmurs of reality shows filled our silence. "Why are you being so nice to me?" he whispered softly.

I shrugged, even though he couldn't see me. "I don't know. Why are you lying to me?"

I could feel him frown. "What are you talking about?" He turned around and stared at me, his eyes wide.

"Don't lie, Jackson. I saw that girl in your bed this morning. 'Mmm, last night was amazing,'" I mocked. "What was that about?"

"Sh-she's just a friend."

"So you sleep with all of your friends?"

"No! But she just needed a place to sleep, I took the couch."

"Last time I checked, most people don't sleep naked in other people's beds. Stop lying, what are you hiding?"

"I'm not hidin' anythang!" His farm accent presented itself. He was so lying.

I huffed and walked over to the couch. Jackson was watching me. I took my middle finger, and flicked him straight in the head.

"Oww! What the hell?" He clutched his head. "I don't ask you about your friends! So why do you have to bother me about mine?"

"Maybe because I don't sleep with them!"

An evil grin made its way onto his face. "Well you and that Lilly girl have been gettin' pretty close lately."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"All I'm sayin' is that maybe you shouldn't be the one scolding me for things that ain't right."

"What are you trying to say, Jackson?"

"Nothin', nothin'." He held his hands up. I glared at him.

"Listen, bub." I poked him in his chest. "Lilly and I are just friends, and that's all we'll ever be." Ouch, that hurt to say.

"Right..." Jackson smirked and stood up from the couch, sticking his tongue out at me as he walked up the stairs to his room. The rage boiled inside me. Who does the think he is assuming that there's more than friendship between Lilly and I? Fuck him.

I stomped over to the front door, and slammed it shut. It's time to get to the movies anyways. I looked up the location, it's not too far away. I'll walk.

I kicked cans that were randomly on the ground as I walked. Their soft clanking put me a little bit at ease. That, and I had a wallet full of cash.

I entered the huge theatre. It definitely wasn't like this back home. Back in hick land it was a one room thing that played two year-old movies. It didn't have the smell of popcorn and artificial butter. And definitely not the faint smell of vomit. Not the sticky floors and fat people. There's lots of fat people here. They're waddling around with jumbo buckets of popcorn and sodas as big as their heads. Ahh, the American dream.

Wait, I spy normal sized people. Lilly and Oliver. I gritted my teeth. He's standing too close to her. He needs to move.

Lilly waved me over. "Hey Miley!" she yelled. I walked over and she gave me a hug. Ahh, her scent. Vanilla goodness. I'm not sure how long we stayed in that embrace, but Oliver cleared his throat. Damn him.

I smiled at both of them, though mostly at Lilly. I took her hand and intertwined our fingers. This feels right. Her soft hand pressed against mine while Oliver watches us. You wish you could hold Lilly's hand, you wish.

There was a long silence until we got to the snack counter. "So what movie are we seeing?" I asked as we got our insanely sized popcorn and drinks.

"Some horror flick. I heard it was gory," Oliver said with a smug look on his face.

I froze. "Are you serious?" He nodded. "Oh God..." I took a deep breath. I can feel the nightmares and sleepless nights approaching me.

"Don't worry, if you get scared, I'll comfort ya." He grinned and wrapped his arm around my waist. I was suddenly filled with a great temptation to punch this boy. He can not hit on me, he just can't.

"Yeeahh..." I grabbed his arm and gently pried it off of me. Lilly giggled.

The movie was disgusting. There was no plot, just lots of people being stabbed and killed. Oh, and there was a sex scene. But you only saw the girl's boobs flying around, not even the guy. I know one thing for sure, this is not going to give me nightmares. I didn't really even watch it, either. I was mostly just keeping my eyes on Oliver. The stunt he pulled earlier was beyond gross. When I wasn't watching perv boy, I was looking at Lilly. She didn't even notice my creepy glances, her eyes were fully fixated on the screen. She bit her lip a lot, and took heavy breaths—especially during the moments where people were being killed.

Really, though. What's the point of this movie? These people go to this lake, and there's some murderer who kills them all. There's sex, which explains why Oliver wanted to see it and how there weren't really any other girls in the theatre besides Lilly and I.

There was a surprise ending, too. The guy jumped out from the lake and took the last girl down. It makes no sense because the guy was dead. Stone dead.

After it was over, we left the theatre, stepping on dropped pieces of popcorn and spilled drinks. Us Americans are so classy.

Outside we stood there awkwardly with each other. The scenes of the movie kept replaying themselves in my mind.

"Soo..." Lilly said.

"Soo..." I mimicked.

And then no one said anything. It's almost comical how awkward this is. I stared at the fake plants across the room. Fake plants are pretty convenient; all the looks of a regular plant, without the watering hassle.

"Listen, guys," Oliver started. "I've gotta get home, but I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?" I fought back a cat-like hiss.

"Yeah, yeah." Lilly waved him off. "See ya later Oliver." I didn't say anything as he walked away. I was relieved. Thank God nothing had happened tonight. I admired Lilly from the corner of my eye. She's so pretty...

"Miley?"

"Huh?" Spacing out again...

"Do you have a ride home?"

I smacked my head. I have to walk home in the dark, damn. "Uh, no. I actually don't..."

"Well would you like one? Or would you prefer to stand out here?" She smirked at me.

"I'd like that ride, thanks." Lilly took my hand in hers and we walked toward her car, the boring Honda. Her car smelled like fast food, something I hadn't noticed yesterday. Does she go to McDonald's?

...Ew.

Other than the greasy smell nipping at me, the ride was comfortable. We sat in silence. Not awkward silence, but just...nice silence. It's kind of awesome how I've found someone who appreciates the quiet just as much as I do.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight, Lilly." Her and I stood on my front porch for the second time in two days.

"No problem." She smiled.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course."

I nodded and turned around, when she tapped my shoulder. "Lilly wants a hug," she talked in third person. Aww! That was unbelievably adorable. I quickly pulled her in. Her body fit perfectly against mine. I let out quiet sigh and pulled away. "See you later, Miley." She hesitated and then gave me a light kiss on the cheek. Oh Jesus...I think I'm gonna pass out.

I managed to turn around, a goofy grin on my face. Somehow I had a feeling that some amazing things would happen on this porch.