Alright, so I read over the last chapter and I realized…dang, I must have been tired or something when I was writing it because there was like a million mistakes in that.
Also, the warning about Mikayla is still the same. Prepare to hate her, yo. Just not yet. We still got a few chapters. You'll see the reason why soon enough.
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Previously on 'Say What You Mean':
"Touch her with your whore hands again and believe me it will not be pretty. No longer will your face."
"See, Mitch? No best friend gets jealous over that kind of stuff."
"Actually, they do. It's called protectiveness or whatever. That's all it was."
"What're you gonna do about it? Punish me, Miss Gomez?"
"As a matter of fact I will."
"She kissed me!"
"N-no, well I thought that girl from the mall was stalking you on the other side of the beach so I had to keep her away. You're welcome."
'Then how come there's no one there?'
Chapter 7
Mitchie's POV
The same day
One hour later…
"Looks like someone got a little smoochin' action back there," the blonde beside me gushes excitedly looking like she was doing the potty dance. I swear Lilly can be a little kid sometimes.
Lilly was changing in the stall next to me. The dark and damp lavatory looked like it could definitely use a washing or two.
"Yeah well it looks like someone got a few lustful glances back there so don't be giving me all this kind talk about making my move," I tiredly reply. Being chased by Mikayla was exhausting. That girl could run.
"Well if for once you actually listened and took my advice, then I would stop berating you. But until that happens the berations shall proceed as planned, Miss Mitchie, so nag nag nag, berate berate berate."
Is 'berations' even a word?
I slip off my bikini top and quickly replace it with my bra and shirt. Don't ask why I was so hasty. I'm just majorly self conscious. I repeat my actions with my bottoms and board shorts and stuff them into my bag.
"Yeah yeah yeah," I mutter as I exit my stall and stand in front of the mirror. Digging through my bag I jump as a loud crash reverberates from Lilly's stall accompanied by the sound of skin slapping the floor.
I wince as Lilly starts mumbling curses and swearing at every object that she saw.
"I thought your middle name was Grace," I joke, smiling but then started laughing as she mimics me in a high pitched voice then ending with a rather loud, "Fuck you, Torres!"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Truscott?" I retort playfully.
"Screw you, Torres," is the lame reply.
"Just say the time and place. I may be busy but I'm sure I could squeeze you in…in ways you couldn't even imagine." My laughter rings through the bathroom.
"That's it!" Lilly shouts before the sound of the bathroom lock being roughly turned and her pounding footsteps reach my ears.
Squealing, I use my bag as ammo and throw it at her, which she unfortunately catches, and run as hard as I can out the bathroom door. The first thing I feel is the blistering hot sun on my face and in my eyes.
Acting as quick as I can, I push back on the bathroom door. Not even a second later Lilly runs into it, obviously surprised it wouldn't open. My laughter bubbles over as her not so quiet curses reverberate through the thick bathroom door.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I ask between giggles. I couldn't help it. It was funny.
"You're dead!" is what reaches my ears next as I run away from the door and into the sand near the bathrooms and tables.
The popstars' curious eyes are upon me as they stare from the stools at Rico's. Miley's eyebrow is quirked while Mikayla's mouth is hanging open in surprise.
BOOM!
The sight of Lilly with a rather large red bump on her head and holding my bag is what greets us.
"Now let's talk about this calmly and rationally, Lilly," I start backing up slowly with my hands in front, showing her my palms.
An evil grin marks her face like the Cheshire cat. As the skater walks towards me I can comprehend that by her posture that an attack will be taking place.
"You know," she starts in a husky voice. Using my peripheral vision, I swear I see Miley squirm in her stool almost like it turned her on. "I would do that but here's just something about how antsy you get that I can't get enough of."
My body runs cold as I can literally feel Miley's icy glare at the side of my face. I gulp.
"Plus, you look so hot when you're scared."
Did Mikayla just growl? This catches me off guard and Lilly must have noticed my change too because then she bolts. Because of the limited space I run in circles. The skater is chasing me and laughing as I start shouting in a breathy voice, 'There's nowhere to run! There's nowhere to run!'
Getting tired of the running I use every obstacle there is like the tables.
My back is currently facing the bathroom door. Lilly's across the table and Miley and Mikayla are still to the side of us. I fake left and Lilly follows but then I go right but she must have known I was going to do that. The smirk is still plastered on her face and we're both panting harshly.
"That's the oldest trick in the book, Mitchie. You aging on us?" Lilly then teases. I stick my tongue out and start running back for it seemed like the only place that was open.
Within seconds upon me turning my back there comes a grunt, a creak from a table and about 100 pounds of pure muscle on my back, whacking me on the head with my own bag. Surprised by the weight I collapse. Lilly is straddling me and keeps hitting me with the synthetic sack.
"That'll teach you to make fun of me, Torres."
Quickly recovering, I grab her hips and flip us over which she retaliates and flips us over again. We continue this until we just about barely run over two pairs of sandal clad feet. Lilly and I look at each other quickly, arms still wrapped around each other. A slight amount of panic is in her eyes.
Hell, I would be too. From the way Mikayla's been acting lately I would flee the state.
A fake cough causes us to look up at two, you guessed it, angry faces. Immediately we remove our entangled bodies and stand up in front of them. I was in front of Miley. Lilly was in front of Mikayla.
Miley, who initiated the cough, spoke up.
"Well if you guys are done molesting each other the beach now, Mikayla and I were thinking about catchin' a flick tonight. The Hangover is playing. Whaddya guys say?"
Lilly looks at me.
"I'm up for it," she answers, lightly punching my shoulder. "You?"
"Totally."
"Alright then, it's a date. A double date," the southerner says getting up which Mikayla copies. "Now if you excuse me, we need to get ready. The movie starts in three hours, okay?"
Lilly and I nod, following the brunette who was walking to her house.
"I'll call you when I need to be picked up, okay?" Mikayla asks, causing me to turn back around.
"Yeah, sure, babe." Babe?
She doesn't notice this. God, why does this feel like we're in some bad romance movie where everything is just so awkward?
I was about to open my mouth when there's a crash behind me. Turning I see Lilly with tables and chairs on the sand.
"Whoa," she whispers, loopy.
"What are you doing?" I ask incredulously.
"Um…I don't remember."
I laugh and turn back around but am met with lips. I don't' even have time to respond before she's pulling back.
The girl before me finds her shoes interesting at the moment.
"Mik-"
"I'll call, okay? I'll be at Miley's picking out my outfit for the next few hours," Mikayla informs me quickly with another peck then walks away in an instant. Somehow I doubt that Mikayla is going to put the moves on Miley.
"Did that just happen?" the blonde queries with definite excitement in her voice.
Dazed by the happenings I watch the popstar walk away. My lips still tingled as I touched the enflamed flesh.
"I…I don't know." Mikayla was long gone from my sight.
"Let's go, Romeo," Lilly grabs my hand and pulls me backwards, most likely to her house. "We have a da- oh my god!"
The shriek catches me off guard.
"What? What happened?" I freak out.
"Miley called it a double date! Oh gosh, Mitchie, what am I going to do?" Confusion rushes through me.
"I'm still not getting your point here, Lils. What are you getting at?"
"Miley called it a double date. You and Mikayla are 'going out' so why else would she call it a double date if only you two are an official couple?"
Grinning I start whooping at the blushing girl. Her hair covers her eyes as I start happy dancing and chanting around her.
"My God, I think Miley just asked you out on a date without asking you out on a date!"
"Would you keep it down?!" she whispers harshly. "Come on, we have to get ready. We only have a few hours, dude."
I roll my eyes as her sweaty palm grips mine and begins dragging me again.
"Now look who's the Romeo!"
"Shhh! Some people could think we're dating."
"Oh, you did not just go there!"
"Oh I think I just di-id!"
"It's on, Truscott!"
"Bring it!"
"It's been brought, biatch!"
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Lilly and I were finally finishing up the final touches of our makeup before my ringtone for Mikayla began to burst through the entire room.
"'Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price, you're worth the price
The price that I would pay"
Lilly rolls her eyes as I go to pick it up.
"I swear your ring tone for her matches the entire fake dating situation." I could tell that she was also getting tired of the whole game the popstar was playing.
Ignoring her comment, I flip it open.
"'Lo?"
"Hey Mitchie," Butterflies erupt in my stomach just by the sound of her angelic voice. From her tone I can tell something is different. "Are you guys ready? The movie starts in an hour and a half but we're going to get something to eat at the Crab Shack."
"Um, yeah, totally. I'll be over soon."
"Okay, bye, Mitchie. I love you." It hits me now. Someone is over at her house and from the guesses of it, it's Miley.
"Yeah," I answer sadly. "Same here." Her line clicks as she hangs up. I hold my phone to my ear a little longer. It's a habit of mine. Most people always tend to say stuff right before they hang up.
Giving a low sigh, I almost flip my phone closed before there is a noise followed by a few voices talking.
"When are you going to realize that this whole fake dating thing isn't going to work, Mikayla?" Whoa, that is definitely not Miley. It's Nate.
"I don't know what you're talking about," her soft voice drifts through the phone. I'm surprised I heard her.
"Okay, then tell me why are you putting her through this pain just so you can get out of it?" the curly boy persists.
"Look okay, she's fine with it. She agreed with it."
"You can't honestly believe she's okay with this, Mik! She's only doing this to be closer to you!"
"She is close to me!"
Silence follows this outburst. I almost thought the phone call ended.
"Wow, you must be thick if you actually can't see the signs here, Mikayla," the boy's voice, now tiny, floats through the air. Chills run through my body and I can't believe I'm actually listening to this.
"What signs?" Mikayla questions. Nate gives a small chuckle. "What signs, Nate?"
I was torn. Half of me wanted him to tell her. Half of me didn't. I hold my breath to his next words.
"Dude, Mikayla, honestly?" He starts out slowly. "Mitchie has most likely been in love with you since you guys first met."
"What?" Mikayla utters, obviously stunned.
"Oh come on, Mikayla! Do you ever question why she does these things for you? Like why she would cancel an International World Tour when she still had like eight months of it left just because you missed her and were sick?"
Hmm, I surprised he remembered that.
"Or why she turned down date offers from most likely everyone that asks her out? Dude, she freaking turned down Tawni Hart! I mean, honestly, how can someone do that?" He jokes.
"She turned down, Tawni?!" Mikayla inquires, taken aback. I smile at this. I remember I felt really bad for turning her down.
"Politely, yes but that's beside the point. It's because she loves you, you loser."
"Love?"
"You really don't see the glances, do you?" Was I that obvious?
"Glances?"
Nate gives a sigh.
"Yeah, like you're the only person she sees. It's like when she sees you her whole face just lights up and outshines the sun. Then when you're not looking, she's always sneaking glances and you can just see the raw emotion behind her eyes. It's…it's like all those cheesy things you hear from the movies and novels is actually happening. She looks at you like Caitlyn looks at Tess or how Lilly looks at Miley."
Oh shit.
"Lilly likes Miley?"
"Boy, you really are thick, dude."
She scoffs. "Shut up," she demands jokingly. "You know I always thought they would make a good couple," she whispers, deep in thought.
"I hear you kissed her today, Mikayla…why?" he asks quietly. Because some girl was stalking me.
"I don't know why, Nate." Whoa, wait, what? "But I think-"
"Hey, can we go now? You've been on that phone for like ever now not saying anything," the blonde shouts from her bathroom. Quickly I shut the cellular device before anyone could notice I was listening in.
Damn. So close. What was she going to say?
"Um, yeah, let's go," I reply distractedly, reaching for my car keys on her bedside table. "I'm going to go pick Mik up and apparently we're going to eat at the Crab Shack before the movie so let's hurry it up, Romeo."
Glancing at Lilly, I notice her face is pale white.
"Mitch, I think I'm going to be sick," she clutches her stomach and is breathing heavily. I rush to her side and do deep breathing exercises, showing the hand signs.
"You can do this, come on, it's just a date. Nothing to worry about. You can do this."
"Why do you sound so sure?"
"Because…because she's your best friend and I know that you know her inside and out. I also happen to know that you would never ever do something to upset her so just relax. It's just a date."
I grab her hand and give a reassuring squeeze with a small smile. Her breathing substitutes from hyperventilation to small pants.
"It'll all be fine. Come on, let's go. We're going to be late."
With that, Lilly and I both make our way out of the house and into our respective cars. Lilly starts speeding to the Crab Shack as I go to pick up Mikayla. The five minute ride was boring and spent with me freaking out over how I looked.
Upon reaching her house I notice that Nate is nowhere around and that she's waiting on the bench beside her front door. She straightens up once she notices my car and jogs to the passenger's side. We're off once she puts on her seatbelt.
"Hey," she cheerily voices. A large grin is spread across her face. Gosh, did she like take a happy pill or something?
"What's up?" I monotonously ask. I'm getting so tired of her mind games right now.
"Something the matter?" Concern is laced with confusion.
"Everything's perfect, Mikayla. Absolutely perfect," comes my sarcastic reply.
"Oh," she sounds put down. Out of the corner of my eye I can see she lowers her head. "Okay."
Way to go, Torres. Friggin' idiot.
Guilt washes over me. To attempt to fix it I blindly reach across the gearshifts and find her hand and wrap mine over it. I see her glance at me quickly.
"I'm sorry, Mik. I'm just a little stressed out is all," I explain wholeheartedly. "Ow'll make it betta," I say in a baby pout voice. She snorts and pushes me lightly on the shoulder as I find a parking space. Lilly's and Miley's cars are already here.
"Always the joker, you."
"Ah, what can I say? It's just another feat that makes me simply irresistible." I look over at her and my heart stops beating at the look of amazement in her eyes.
"Yeah," she agrees, breathless. "It sure does." With that she's out the car before I can even reach for my seatbelt.
My skin is on fire. God, Mikayla, what are you doing to me?
Making my way into the Crab Shack I see Lilly and Mikayla located in a circular booth near the corner. Lilly's back is to me and judging by the posture I can see that something has definitely gone wrong and Mikayla is doing all she can to get her to talk to her. Slowly I walk to the booth and slip in next to Lilly.
Her eyes show no emotion and her hand grips mine tightly under the table.
"Lils, what's wrong?" No answer. "You want to talk about it?" Still no reply. Mikayla grips the other hand and tightens it reassuringly. I turn to look at her.
'What's wrong?' I mouth the words.
'Miley's date,' she mouths back. What? But Lilly was her date, wasn't she? That question is soon answered as Miley suddenly bursts out of nowhere, holding hands with a familiar blonde girl that had quite the striking resemblance to the broken skater next to me. I think she's a year under us or something.
Well Miley certainly got busy wherever she was. There are smudges of lip gloss on her face and anyone could tell that they had a bad case of wild crazy sex hair.
"Hey guys. Sorry we took so long, we were ugh, busy," the southerner husks, grabbing the menu like she wasn't getting it on in the bathroom with some girl she just met.
Flinching as Lilly puts a death grip on my right hand, I look to her and see she's staring at Miley. Turning my eyes I see the offending object she's looking at. A large, dark purple hickey on her neck that she attempted to cover up with her hair.
Fucking Miley. Poor Lilly. My poor hand.
You know, I'm surprised Mikayla hasn't shown any sign like Lilly has as I look at her right hand entwined with my left. I mean, we are doing this because she wanted to make Miley jealous, right?
I glimpse in her direction. Her eyes are trained on Lilly, understanding fully evident in her eyes and sympathy for the girl. What surprises me next is she turns to Miley and glares at the girl.
The waitress decided now would be the time to take our orders now that everyone was at the table. We all told the redhead what we would prefer. She had a difficult time hearing Lilly because the girl would hardly speak loud enough. I mean, I'm surprised I even heard the order because she was so dang quiet.
"Miley." Whoa, did someone scratch nails on a chalkboard. I cringe as the voice reaches my ears and I realize that it is none other than Miley's date. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?"
Goosebumps erupt on my skin because God the girl's voice was just too…guh!
Miley fake smiles.
"Of course," she turns to us. "Guys, this is Miranda. Miranda, this is the guys." Miranda smiles and I jump, wincing as I knock my knees on the table. I think I'm about to hurl. Her teeth…let's not get too into detail but DANG! Jaws 1, 2, 3 and 4 would run away in terror from those babies!
Mikayla, Lilly and I all tighten our hands in disgust and are about to question the girl when Miley suddenly snares their lips together in such a revolting passion my vomit really does come up my throat but I force it back down. Lilly gives a small whimper and I notice her head is down. Tears are still threatening to fall behind her eyes.
She is too proud to cry in front of anyone. I am her best friend and I have only seen her cry once. Multiple times I have seen her come close. These are one of those times.
Mikayla squeezes my hand in anger and looks like she is about to punch the two across from her at the table. Before she can even begin to do that, the waitress comes back with all of our food.
We ate in awkward silence. Mikayla, Lilly and I gagging every time Miley and Miranda decided to share a pasta noodle from Miley's spaghetti.
"You guys ready for the movie?" Miranda asks in a fake cheery voice. Gag me…with a…freaking spork.
Attempting to smile (but failing miserably), Mikayla and I both agree. My hands are still laced by the two girls beside me as we exit the booth. Miranda and Miley were already out the door and in the popstar's car.
Is it rocking already? Fucking idiot, Miley.
I lead Mikayla back into my car and tell her I'll be right back as I escort Lilly to her car a few spaces down. The brunette gives a small smile and a nod.
Leaning against the hood of her car, I pull the sniffling girl into my arms, rubbing her back.
"It'll be alright, Lils." She's on the very edge of breaking down. I can understand. "Do you want me to take you home?"
"No, this is supposed to be fun. It's only a movie that's left. I'm not going to let this day start to suck because I let my emotions get in the way. I mean, I should have known something like this was going to happen anyway." The skater's eyes are becoming red and puffy but a single tear hasn't even fallen yet.
"You don't have to go through this Lilly. Really, I'll take you home if you want," I reassure her.
"No, it's fine. Let's just…let's just get this over with," she tiredly responds, releasing my grip on her and hopping into the driver's seat. The girl speeds away as I finally move off the hood.
"She going to be okay?" Mikayla whispers as I finally take my position behind the wheel. I shake my head knowing the girl was on the verge of a major breakdown.
"I don't know, babe. I don't know."
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The drive to the movie theater was about as appealing as the dinner. At least this time I could have kept my stomach in check most of the time. Halfway through Mikayla grabbed my hand and it made me pretty nervous. Let's just say that Six Flags doesn't even retain that much water for their rides.
Paying for the tickets and snacks, the both of us made our way into theater four where 'The Hangover' was playing. The opening credits were just rolling when we walked in.
It wasn't difficult for us to figure out that the couple making out and the hyperventilating girl next to them was our targets at the very top row. The couple didn't even break for air as I sat down next to Lilly and grabbed her hand while Mikayla sat next to me and grabbed mine. Really now, what's with her today?
"We'll leave when you want, Lilly," I whisper into her ear and peck her cheek before turning back to the movie. The skater is gripping my hand with such force and is breathing so hard I'm beginning to worry that she's having a heart attack or something.
Mikayla squeezes my hand as if to remind me that she was there and that I was supposed to be her fake date. I retaliate with a grip as hard. I don't get it. She knows that Lilly and I were always affectionate with each other. Why does she choose now to start being an anaconda to my hand?
Most of the movie went by quickly. Only when the boys started to make a toast on the roof did the situation of the couple, who have not even watched the movie at all, become apparent to us.
Moans started escaping into the air and leaning past Lilly to get a better view I could see Miley's hair tangled in Miranda's hair and Miranda's hand somewhere under the popstar's shirt.
My attention soon turns to Lilly as I see that tears are running like a river down her face. She's finally broken.
"Lilly?" I question quietly, my hand still over hers.
"I-I can't think this anymore," she chokes before sprinting out of the movie theater in a flash, bumping over the couple as she goes. Miley and Mikayla both are shocked. Miranda is just annoyed. I glare at Miley before following my best friend.
Damn, why isn't she on the track team. By the time I was in the lobby I could see the girl already pushing the main glass doors open. Running out the door, I'm met with two hands pushing me roughly from the side, making me almost stumble to the ground.
"What the fuck, Lilly?!" I shout at the girl.
"It's not supposed to happen like this!" She screams at me, tears still streaming down her face.
"So you push me for it?! I'm sorry, Lilly. I-I didn't know that she was going to have a date but-"
She scoffs.
"I should have known," she's looking at her feet. "This is my entire fault. God, why do I do this to myself?"
The skater starts pacing back and forth while I watch intently.
"What?"
"Fall for the wrong person," Lilly whispers quietly. She's biting her nails while pacing. "I mean, I don't think I can handle this anymore, Mitchie."
She looks up at me with pleading eyes that tears my heart.
"Well do you love her?" I question, my aggravation growing.
"Of course I do, you know that!" she screams.
"Then fuckin' fight for her, Lilly, damnit! You're all talk! You tell me what to do with Mikayla and how I should take a chance but the truth is that you can't even take your own advice when Miley is around! You give up!"
"Well, what about you, Mitchie?! Are you just going to let Mikayla stomp on you like this? You love her, why are you going to be her lapdog just so she can get with Miley again when the truth is that Miley never really liked her in the first place? When are you going to stand up for yourself and just tell her how you feel? Open up to her!"
"Look, Lils," my voice and breathing returns to normal. Our pants are being shown in the cold air. "I don't want to fight with you."
"I don't want to fight either," her broken reply comes.
"But you have to tell Miley sooner or later. You can't just keep running out on occasions like this when she has a date. You've got to tell her sometime."
A long pause covers us as our breathing returns to normal.
"Yeah, but, when would I ever find the courage to do that?" The blonde whispers, self consciously.
"How about now?"
Whoa, that was definitely not my voice.
Lilly's and mine head whip around so fast a twister couldn't even keep up with it. I can practically feel Lilly's heart beat pick up the pace as she gulps rather loudly. Mine does the same at the sight that greets us.
The girl is leaning against the side of the building, arms and legs crossed.
"Now what was that you wanted to tell me, Lilly?"
There she is.
Miley…with a smile on her face?
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Alright so I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately. For three days I had no computer, then I got lazy and by the time I actually got close to finishing the chapter, the internet wouldn't work so I'm really sorry for the laziness.
Also, I hate how I ended the chapter and wow, it was a lot longer than I suspected it would be. Tell me what you think because reviews are love, y'know!
Oh and just to let you know, I do not know Mitchie's ringtone or any of the characters. Just the plot and unfortunatelyt the Miranda chick.
