Spin the Bottle
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.. Is this really necessary?
CH.7
How did Friday get here so fast.. Lily sighs as she sit's across from Miley.. Time just flies when your having fun.. Lily says sarcastically in her head..
"Ok. Talk." Miley sits impatiently on her bed. Crossing her legs with ease in her baggy pajama bottoms, then resting her arms across her old tank top. Comfortably prepared for a long talk.
Lily bites her lip and looks around nervously. "There's really nothing to talk about.."
Miley raises an eyebrow. "Oh please. I saw that look on your face. Now spill."
Lily fights a blush, remembering. "It wasn't really him…" She trails off quietly. Thinking.
Miley frowns. "Lily what in the world is wrong with you?"
Lily glances into Miley's worried eyes, and stops breathing. She blushes and looks away. Ok now that's really getting old..
"Lily? Come on, you can tell me."
"Miley there really isn't anything to tell.." Lily continues to avoid Miley's gaze.
"What happened with Michael?" Miley watches Lily's every move.
She sighs. "Miley to tell you the truth I don't even know Michael.. I don't like him."
Miley gets confused. "Then who.."
"Nobody. I just had a weird dream. That's all." Lily gives Miley a warming smile.
Miley stops breathing, then shakes her head as if to get rid of her thoughts. "Well if you're sure.."
Lily laughs returning to her normal hyper self in a flash. I'm worrying her too much.. "I'm fine!"
Miley still looked confused, but pushes her questions back for another time, because at the moment a pillow was hurtling towards her face.
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After hours of pillow fights, movie watching, and talking about nothing they finally decide on going to bed. Both still laughing as they roll into Miley's bed.
Lily strains her eyes to keep them open, watching Miley get comfortable. She catches her eye. Making her heart speed up, but not daring to move. They just stare at each other.
Miley's face was set a glow by the moonlight casting itself through the blinds. Lily too tired to control herself, she reaches up and traces a line from Miley's cheek to her ear. Pushing back some stray strands of hair. Her hand lingering there.
Miley shivers, but her eyes just droop tiredly.
Lily smiles slightly as her eyes too begin to get heavy. One last stray thought running through her mind before she completely loses consciousness.. Maybe..Maybe Oliver is right..
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Okay. Sorry Thanksgiving took up my time. Haha well Happy Black Friday anyway. Tell me what you thought please!
LTYheart
