A/N - It's been five days since I updated this story, I think. I don't know why, but I haven't been in the mood to write for this fic or pairing. Because of that, I hope this chapter is okay. I waited until I felt a little less angsty before trying to write it out, and it seems to have turned out normal. I think I'll be able to do the next couple of chapters easy, because they're a little more about confused feelings and stuff. Writing out dates I guess is a little hard for me, I never know what to have them say...Well, hope you like it!
Disclaimer - Still own nothing.
Miley walks down her driveway to stand near the end of the curb, ready for the date she had agreed to go on. Her conversation with Mikayla the night before had gone surprisingly well, and not one insult. That's really going to take some getting used to, if this works out. She takes her cell out of her pocket, making sure it's on. she tried calling Lilly all day, but the girl was once again unreachable. She doesn't bother wondering where the blonde could be, she's at the skatepark, no doubt about that.
Miley misses her best friend, the summer was suppose to be full of the trio together and instead she's seen more of Oliver than the blonde. And that never used to happen, Miley unenthusiastically wonders what would happen if she told Lilly to choose between her and her skateboard, I can't believe I'm competing with an inanimate object for Lilly's attention.
She slides the phone back into her shorts pocket, then smooths out her summer-sky blue tank top nervously as she sees a limo approaching. I should have figured Mikayla would go all out, afterall not everthing's changed. I just hope we're not going somewhere fancy, Miley worries while the vehicle pulls to a stop before her, but Mikayla did say to dress as casual and comfortable as I'd like...
The door to the long, dark limousine opens and out steps a jean clad leg. Soon follows the rest of Mikayla and Miley finds herself staring. She looks amazing, even casually in jeans and a thin sweater. Miley now wishes she had thought to bring a jacket or sweater, it's getting dark and with the Malibu night comes the chilly Malibu sea breezes.
"Miley," Mikayla smiles brightly, gently taking her by the wrist, "Ready?"
"Yeah," She answers, returning the brunette's's smile.
"Well, come in, and make yourself comfortable."
Miley allows herself to be guided into the inside of the limo, where she finds a large inner sitting room-like area. There's a comfortable small, leather couch that Mikayla and Miley settle onto beside each other. I hate to admit it, but this is nicer than my limo. Miley shakes the thought away. Don't think like a rival, think like a date.
Mikayla shuts the door and they start moving, so Miley turns her attention away from the limousine's's handsome features to ask where they're going.
"We're going to watch a movie, it's the classic first date."
At this, Miley frowns because she's definitely not dressed for a theatre room. They're usually cold, and her flip flops aren't going to help her at all, "Mikayla, I'm not dressed for the theatre,"
But Mikayla's face only takes on an amused expression as she fumbles with something underneath the seat.
"You told me to wear casual and comfortable, I'm going to freeze my ass off!"
The other girl straightens up, chuckling a little, "You thought we were going to the movies?"
Miley nods, confused.Well, aren't we?
Mikayla reads her mind and responds, holding up a DVD, "Of course not, us at a public theatre for a first date? I think you're more than that."
"Oh, uh sorry then," Miley blushes slightly, and is grateful the limo is dark inside. Mikayla ignores her mumbled apology and holds the DVD out to her, "I think you'll appreciate this one."
Miley takes the slim casing of the movie into her hands, studying the front. It's a simple white cover, with two men and two women. It seems to impose that one of the women is a bride and married to the man on her left, while the other woman is casually dressed and holding a bouquet of lilies, with the second man holding her around the waist. But what catches Miley's eyes is that, behind the men's backs, the two women are holding hands. The bride kissing her groom, and the flowergirl ignoring her male companion to sneak a glance at the white-gowned newly wed. Above this is the name of the movie, "Imagine Me And You?"
Mikayla nods, pressing buttons on a remote causing the wall before them to slide down and reveal a large, flat-screened TV.
"So, it's a lesbian film?" Miley gives the case back to Mikayla as she gestures to the cover.
"Of course, we can't watch a movie based around a total hetero couple can we?"
Miley laughs as Mikayla leans back onto the seat, finished with putting the disk into the player, "No, we can't have that."
As the movie is starting through the first few scenes, introducing the characters, and showing the wedding, Miley begins shivering from the AC. Mikayla puts an arm around her, "I've got a blanket here," She pats a colourful comforter on the other side of her, "Want to use it?"
She can see Mikayla smirking out of the corner of her eye and wonders if the other girl planned this all along, but after they're both under the blanket, warm and close, Miley is glad she didn't bring a jacket.
Then, halfway through the movie, Mikayla stretches proclaiming that she's getting a bit stuffy underneath the comforter and needs to lose the sweater. She pulls it off slowly, almost erotically and Miley watches wide eyed. Mikayla feels the eyes on her, enjoying the attention as much as Miley is enjoying the show. Underneath the sweater is a small t-shirt, and they can both return to the shelter of the blanket comfortably.
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Close to a couple hours later the movie is finished, with a satisfied Miley. I can't believe I've never heard of this movie.
Mikayla shuts off the TV, turning to face Miley, "What'd you think?"
"It was really good, I loved how everyone got a happy ending."
She looks thoughtful for a minute, returning the disk to it's case, "Yeah, I liked the ending, too."
Miley smiles silently, remembering the feeling of the last two hours. She really had a good time, and all they had done so far was watch a movie. All through the movie Miley stole glances at her date, and she saw Mikayla doing the same thing. Already, she can see this going somewhere. She wonders why they always fought so much, and what caused a change. I guess when I came out, all the heated tension just let loose that night.
"Hey, you want to grab a bite to eat?"
Miley blinks away from her musings, "Sure, I'm starved."
"Great, hope you're not vegetarian," She opens the door on Miley's side, stepping around her to get out first and Miley is pleasantly surprised when Mikayla offers her a hand out of the parked limousine.
"Thanks, your such a...gentlewoman," Mikayla laughs at the term used and Miley joins her as they walk away from the limo and into what Miley sees is a park. Mikayla leads her by the hand towards a large, white van parked on the other side of the small park. When they reach, Mikayla turns to her, "Do you like hotdogs?"
Miley is, again, surprised at Mikayla. Hotdogs from a parkstand? That doesn't sound like the Mikayla I know...maybe I really overjudged her, "I love them, especially with relish."
She turns to the man in the window, "Two hotdogs, extra relish. And a couple cokes."
They don't have to wait long before their order is pushed their way, both hotdogs piled with the sweet relish Miley loves. Mikayla pays, waving off an indignant Miley, and they each grab their 'dog and drink, before moving to a bench in the center of the park.
Miley wonders why Mikayla isn't talking much now, she did during the movie. Pointing out who's who and why they're doing what they're doing. Miley usually finds people like that to be annoying, but she doesn't mind listening to Mikayla's voice so much. It's actually what she paid most attention to and she can hardly remember the main character's name from the film.
Miley notices a bit of mustard on the side of Mikayla's mouth, "Mickey, you've got a bit of something..." She touches the spot on her own mouth, showing Mikayla where. But the other girl doesn't get it, "Here," And Miley leans forward, licking the bit of mustard off the singer's lip. She leans back, licking her own lips and winking. She surprised even herself by doing that, she must feel comfortable enough around Mikayla. And Miley is pleased to see that her action caused Mikayla to blush, but she quickly returns to her normal pigment and moves a little closer to Miley,
"So, Mickey, huh?"
Miley nods, "I like the sound of it, you don't mind do you?"
"I had a friend call me Mickey once, and I punched him," Miley's smile disappears, "But I think I can let you slide with it once in awhile."
She smirks and Miley smacks her on the arm, "You goof, how about I don't call you at all. Would that be better?"
"And I was just beginning to like you, too..." Mikayla nudges her playfully, to show she's only kidding. And Miley jumps at the contact on her side,
"Ohh, ticklish?" Miley's silent, not wanting Mikayla to know that about her...yet, "I'll remember that for later," She says with another smirk.
And they continue to eat quietly for a few minutes, with Miley being extra careful to not drop anything on her clothing. I don't get how she can make me feel so...I don't even know a word for it, but it's definitely good. I guess it's true what they say, the line between hate and love really is thin.
Miley is watching a skateboarder pass, reminding her of Lilly when Mikayla speaks up again.
"I hope you're having an okay time," And she actually sounds uncertain about it, "I only know so much about you, but I hear you talk so much about being normal that I thought I could try going off that."
Miley swallows the last bit of her hotdog with a drink of coke, "I'm having a good time," But Mikayla looks disbelieving.
"I really am," She puts her right arm through Mikayla's left one, entwining their fingers unexpectedly, "I'm just surprised you would do things like this for the sake of me. I don't think you like eating from hotdog stands."
Mikayla laughs again, she seems to be in a cheery mood tonight. And Miley wonders if she could make Mikayla happy like this all the time,
"I don't normally eat like this, but I think I could learn to understand why you like it," She pauses to give Miley a meaningful look, "I think I could make some changes, and compromise on some things if this is really what you enjoy doing."
Miley takes another drink, feeling her mouth go dry. She's never seen this side of Mikayla before, and decides to see what else the brunette has to say because she continues on,
"I hate to get all mushy," She neatly cleans the edges of her mouth with a napkin, "but I think I really like you, Miley."
Miley looks her in the face, and raises a brow at that, "You think?"
"Fine," Mikayla lets out, her voice somewhat frustrated, "I know I really like you."
Miley thinks this over, and Mikayla runs her thumb over the smooth skin of her hand. This motion is enough to put Miley in the spot, and the soft electricity running through her fingers from the touch is enough for Miley to decide she really enjoyed the evening, and even more just being with Mikayla. Through the movie, the closeness under the blanket, the hotdogs, the little sneaky glances they gave each other...
"I like you, too Mikayla.." She hesitates, taking a deep breath, "I was thinking we could try going out and see where we end up."
"Popstars must think alike," She smiles, "Cause you've just read my mind."
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"Well, it's nearly ten," Mikayla glances at her cell phone, "We should probably get you home."
"Yeah," Miley agrees, not mentioning that her dad's most likely waiting up for her.
Miley looks toward the limo, but finds it isn't where they left it. Mikayla stands, pulling Miley up with her, "I thought maybe we could walk, your house is only a couple minutes walk away."
"Really?" Miley doesn't remember seeing this park anywhere near her house.
"Yeah, and the limo will meet me there so I can go home afterwards."
And so they start walking, dropping their trash in a nearby bin on their way out of the park. Miley feels warm when their hands find each other in the semi-dark lighting, unable to keep a smile from curving her lips. When they turn a couple corners and Miley recognizes the street she lives on, she pulls Mikayla closer by the hand, "I had a really great time,"
They come to stop on the sidewalk, Miley turning to face her date. Mikayla's smiling that smile of hers, looking confident again, "I'm glad you did, I had a great time, too."
Miley's wondering if her dad's anywhere nearby when Mikayla closes in on her, taking a delighted Miley by the lips. But mere seconds later and Mikayla pulls back, "So, we're going out?"
"Let's see..." And she kisses Mikayla again, amazed by how she feels with the brunette and after just one kiss. When she pulls away, Mikayla's grinning and Miley's smirking, how odd that we seem to melt with each other, molding back to ourselves with pieces of the other. I've done things tonight that normally Mikayla would do, and vice versa. She's already rubbing off on me!
"I take that as a yes," Mikayla pushes a loose piece of wavy hair behind Miley's ear, letting her fingers slide down her lobe to carefully finger a delicate looking earring, "I like these, they bring out your eyes."
Miley reaches her hand up, covering Mikayla's fingers with her own, "I'll have to wear them more often, then."
The other girl moves her hand from Miley's ear, letting it linger on the smooth surface of her cheek, "I'll call you tomorrow,"
Miley's ear burns and is probably red from Mikayla's touch, in fact that whole side of her face feels heated, "Okay, goodnight."
"Nightynight," Mikayla breathes, with one last kiss and caress of her face she walks away to where her limo is waiting a few feet down the street. Miley watches her enter through the side door, and waits for the limousine to disappear down the block before sighing in content and starting towards her house.
She's walking up to the porch when her cell phone rings,
"Hello," She answers in a daze, her free hand on the side of her face Mikayla had touched.
"Miley, hey!" Lilly? She hadn't even noticed the ringtone.
"Lilly!" Miley snaps out of her contentment, feeling the anxiety wash over her again, "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all day."
"I...I was just thinking," Since when does Lilly stutter? "I was out back, you know in mom's garden,"
"Oh, well okay then. Uhm, are you okay?"
"Sure, why?"
Miley laughs softly, "Nothing, you just sound a little flustered.
"I'm okay, but Miley, we need to talk," Is that nervousness in her voice?
"Yeah," Miley agrees, "We should. Something's come up that I should tell you."
There's a hesitant silence on the other side. Then, "Okay, wanna stay the night?"
Miley thinks that over, and decides it's probably for the best. If things don't go so well, at least I'll be able to leave. But they should, she already knows I like girls. Now I just have to tell her what girl..
"Alright, I'll be over in a bit. I just have to grab some stuff."
"See you soon,"
"Okay, Bye."
She snaps her cell phone shut, pausing thoughtfully before continuing into the house to pack a night bag for her night at Lilly's. Just tell her, it's no big deal. It's just Mikayla, she's cool. Oliver likes her, so Lilly will too.
A/N - This chapter was kind of long, I've just realized that. Wasn't too hard on anyone's eyes, was it? Well, the next update is Liley. I've already got part of it written and it's coming along nicely. What'd you think of Miley and Mikayla's date? Hope they weren't too out of character. I'll update again soon for those still reading, nightynight!
