Author's Notes: One thousand thank yous to everyone who reviewed :)
Sorry for the short-ish chapter, but look at it as a kind of interlude. lol
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, and never will.
Six Months Later
Lilly's POV
A sleeping Miley had her arm around my waist, snuggled close to me. I had my arm around her shoulders, running my fingers down her bare arm. This reminded me forcefully of about six months ago, before Miley and I had gotten together, when she had hugged me in her sleep. The memory made me smile. Then my thoughts turned to last night…
Last night had been the first time Miley and I had slept together… I let my mind wander, remembering, and the smile that had been on my face before, grew until I couldn't keep a straight face. A small giggle escaped my lips. Miley stirred. Still smiling, I looked at her. She didn't wake up.
I sighed, still running my fingertips up and down her arm. These past six months had been the best months of my life. I had never been so happy. Miley was the best girlfriend anyone could ask for.
Of course, we've had some trouble hiding our relationship. We've had a few close shaves. The latest one being two nights ago, when we were locked up in Miley's room, on the verge of having sex, and her dad had come home early. What a mood killer, I'll tell ya. But we only had to wait another two nights…
Still, I didn't mind keeping us a secret. The only ones who did know were Oliver and Jackson. I think my parents pretty much knew, but I didn't tell them straight out, and they didn't mention it.
As I watched the brown haired beauty beside me, she yawned, and opened her eyes. I didn't need to form a smile; it had never left my features.
"Good morning, love."
She gave me a sleepy grin. "Hi."
I chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well?"
She yawned again, wrapping both her arms around my waist and laying her head on my chest. She mumbled, "I think the correct question would be 'Did you sleep much?'"
Laughing, I rested my head on hers. "True."
She smiled, and I suppose she fell asleep again.
I watched her for a while, and then turned my thoughts back to the past six months. Miley was always very careful with me when her dad was around, and it drove us both insane. There were some days when we could hardly even give each other a hug because someone was always around. That was really the only part about this whole secret business that I didn't like. But Miley wasn't anywhere near ready to come out, and I accepted it. I tried not to bring it up too much either, cause then Miley tended to get a little irritated. Jackson liked to ask her every now and then, about when she would tell her dad. After a while, he started to receive fewer words from his sister, and more random objects flying at his head.
Oliver was always really cool about it. I knew he sometimes felt left out and third wheel-ish, but he tried his best not to show it. I always attempted to take a weekend with him to go surfing and what not every now and then. And there were the days when the three of us would go hang out at the mall or something. But even then, Miley and I had a tendency to be all… Well, couple-like. I think it annoyed Oliver whenever he was in a really bad mood.
And then there was another problem that had come up a few times. As far as the rest of Malibu's female population knew, I was single. Same went for the male population and Miley. This tended to cause jealousy issues. One instance in particular was especially nasty. It had involved two senior girls, one collage boy, a rave, lots of alcohol, a fish tank, two microphones, three shoe laces, and a Hannah wig… I shuddered at the memory of it all.
However, Miley and I were still going strong, and as far as I knew, this was how life would be for a long time. And I smiled as I remembered the theory that I had come up with, six months ago: What I felt for Miley was so… strong. So real. I wanted her. I loved her. And I knew somewhere inside her, Miley loved me too. I felt it. I mean, how can a feeling so strong not be mutual? Being here in her arms, knowing that my theory had been correct, was all I would ever need to be happy.
With my head still resting on top of hers, I closed my eyes and slept.
Sorry again for the short chapter! Just so you wont come find me with the pitch forks and torches, I'll tell ya what I have in mind for Chapter 8:
Lilly and Miley's 6 month anniversary. Expect cute fluffy ness :) lol
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