An- What's crackling guys? Alright, I'm not gonna go much into detail but I just wanted to thank all of you once again for taking the time to pull out the reviewing card on me when you all have hectic schedules and have better things to do than to read stories from little ole' me. As for I'm in love with my bodyguard ( cool name by the way, wonder where you got it *wink* *wink* ) As I was saying, there won't be a lot of passion for a while, they are just experiencing this relationship out and their emotions and their willing course to love with the few ups and downs that come along with it, it will be a while till the day comes but I guarantee that the day will come soon and it will be extremely special.
Now that I've cleared up the air, let's start this shit up hmm?
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Previously:
"Frankie-" She warned, sighing intensely. " Please don't…"
"Your secret's safe with me." He blurted out, winking at her discreetly. " I promise."
With that, Miley watched as he turned In his covers, snuggling into a comfortable position before resuming his attempt to retreat back to slumber. Miley smiled, shutting the lights before walking out the door. She knew he was a kid based on honesty and knew she had nothing to worry about. It didn't help that she was slightly relieved that someone had found out.. It just made their status feel all the more real.
She was brought out of her deep thoughts as arms encircled around her waist, pressing their familiar lips on the base of her neck. She relaxed into the muscular arms, swiftly turning around to meet the curious eyes of Shane.
"Everything alright?" He mused, curiously. Miley simply smiled, snuggling into his arms comfortingly.
"Just Perfect." She answered and she concluded that she was right.
Chapter 7: I'm done.
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I wasn't looking for this
What is this?
I don't know
You know I was doing just fine
By myself
On my own
Tell me how to Stop these feelings
-
I don't wanna fall in love
Just wanna have a little fun
Then you came and swept me up
And now I'm done, so done
Fallen madly deeply I
Surprised myself enough to find
That what's begun Is love
And now I'm done, so done
I'm done
Yeah
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Miley plastered a generic thousand watt smile, teeth glistening as her arms curved around the sea of people that welcomed her, instantly reciprocating the gesture just to have their well-fulfilled desire pan out.
The excited shrieks of children from all ranges and all sizes bounced into her ear, the anticipated chatter amongst the teenagers filling the room and the warm glowing squeals of parents enveloped her as she opted modeling different poses, as usual striving to perfection, even image-wise.
Today, she had gleefully volunteered to socialize others in a meet and greet where she would do the generous duty of encountering the various human individuals that have always wanted a chance to meet her and or get a glimpse of the all- American teenager that had been a witness of the rich lifestyle since the day she had been graciously sent down to earth.
While Miley adored the act, comically making people laugh and getting to know and encounter people that adored her to no end or simply being moved by the fact that she was a national inspiration to those of which looked up to her or simply took a great liking to her she couldn't be helped but be a little drained.
The full morning had been spent with Miley automatically waking up to the constant chirps that belonged to Annabelle, telling her to get dressed appropriately for the service at hand which only went further down the road as they went along.
Needless to say, the mass of noise that was bestowed around her caused a massive migraine to evoke within her which entitled to her taking one last picture before informing the bodyguard at her side that she were heading to feed the injured head.
She viewed as he simply nodded, his blonde ringlets framing his head before he turned back to the characteristic of being a temporary replacement as he had been ordered to do.
She grimaced before sneaking out of the room, letting the harsh feel of the wind slap her creamy cheeks, inhaling the bittersweet air that surrounded her. The whole morning had consisted of her drifting into the contagious pull into the la la land.
She first begun with her thoughts consumed with him, the thoughts than straying into further thoughts as to what he was doing right now, if he harbored this deep fascinated aching within her, if he missed her like she him as of right now and so forth.
She brushed her hand over her face in a move of utter exhaustion, desiring nothing more than to slip back into the bed, nestled by the comfort of her huge bed formed to perfection, buried in her pillows, snuggly fitting into the passionate warm embrace that he always offered as they simply lay there together either watching a tv show that held a cartoon character or the newest amount of movies that came out, once again graciously brought to her by the perks of being America's angel.
She exhaled before extending her hand out to curl it around the door knob as she slipped back to the interior that awaited her, back to the sea of people that lay in line to photograph her, question her or simply bask in her presence.
Just oodles of fun.
The sarcastic thought flew out of her brain instantly as alarm hit her full force, her body being whisked away hurriedly into an unknown destination, her hands moving fleetingly wherever she could get her hands to grip on to in order to unleash the deadening hold the person seemed to have on her.
His hand, surprisingly a soft kind, released from the position it held over her mouth and she took notice of that by whipping around to face him, mouth already sputtering out jumbles of deadening threats.
"Listen here bub, I don't know who you think your pullin' your leg on but I'll have you know I'm a black belt and I aint afraid to karate-chop -"
"Hey! Hey! Believe me I'm all for the whole girl gaining domination stereotype, hell you can kick my ass all you want." His lips quirked to one side. " It just makes you look all the more sexier."
Miley gasped, flipping on the light in the pitch dark room before her, viewing as her assumptions followed out to be indefinitely correct. Her eyes did the infamous role of rolling her eyes before she pursed her lips, eyes dangerously narrow as she extended her hand, backhanding the brunette-haired man that stood before her.
"Shane!" She shrieked angrily.
"Miss me?" He whispered huskily in her ear, voice sending shuddering tingling jolts through her body as his proximity proved to taunt her in the cruelest ways.
She let herself get whisked away in the glory of the situation, all too happy as he pulled her into his very broad arms, pulling her flush against him before their sizzled chemistry took over and he puckered his lips, lips drawing closer to hers before her eyes fluttered shut, the soft feeling of his lips on hers making her mind spin irregularly, deepening the kiss.
He responded by tightly wrapping his arms around her petite waist, threading one hand into her brunette ringlets so as to tilt her head and get better access, a deep growl emitted his throat as she bit his lower lip sensually before their lips battled the tango of love, evidently fighting for dominance.
Sharp moans of pleasure flew out of her mouth as he let go of the feverish position of playing extreme tonsil hockey with her mouth by letting his smooth lips collide with her creamy skin of perfection, sucking and placing trails from her neck to down under.
Her hands without permission, automatically maneuvered itself inside his shirt, moaning languidly as she felt his hard rock sculpted abs in her hand before winding her perfected legs over his waist, grinding with him in order to get the friction that was dominating within each pure second.
He reacted eagerly, backing them harshly into the wall as they continued their moves, it honestly had been well too long since they had seen each other. It was just a tad bit of nonsense that it had been merely four hours ago.
Miley took notice of the surroundings they were having their rather heated encounter in and could feel a sense of intelligence rushing through her.
They shouldn't be here.
There was risk of exposure, risk of a flat team searching around with guns aimed for a perpetrator that they would've thought whisked away the president's daughter or simply another situation that could wind out of control-
She was pulled out of her inquisitive thoughts by Shane throwing her shirt off, trailing kisses downwards, moaning as he felt her arch her back in response as he continued his sheer destination in taking the thing off.
It was only then that a sense of intelligence rushed forward and she pried away from his velvet touch, breathing rigidly from the rather lascivious act to sexual intercourse they had just performed.
It was the farthest they had ever gone.
"What'd you do that for?" He whined childishly, eyes once again trailing down to the mysterious glint held in her pool of blue pupils and her extra pouty lips. He had a vision of exactly what he could do with those lips and he was quite bummed that the vision didn't get to pan out.
She rolled her eyes. "Shaney, we're in a janitor's closet performing activities, while there are thousands of people waiting for me. I'd much rather not be here playing seven minutes to sex with you when they open this door and see me topless."
"Who the hell would have commen sense with you standing there looking all hot and bothered." He whined, watching as Miley leant her forehead on his, adoringly.
"Maybe if you stop acting like a pansy, there just might be what your looking for later, bud." She drawled out, seductively winking at him causing him to arch his eyebrows upwards.
Shane smirked in response, watching as she giggled quietly before placing her shirt, rather his that she had managed to steal ( not that he cared anyway), therefore hiding the amount of goodies that were just itching for his touch.
He felt a smile approach his lips, eyes glinting as he took notice of how good she looked in his clothes and that nagging feeling of pride that he was hers taunting him once again. He honestly wondered when he had pried away from the macho status and hit around the whacko side straight into sap.
"Anyone ever tell you you look good in my clothes?" He said as he wrapped her in an embrace.
"Yeah?" Miley asked, tilting her head to level eye-contact with him.
"Baby, you'd look beautiful even if you were wearing nothing but a rubber sack." He saw Miley smile her ten thousand watt smile and once again felt a smile contagiously nag around his lips.
"Your so sweet." She cooed, wrapping her necks around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips.
" Sweet is my middle name, little lady. " He smirked. " You're just the only one that gets to experience it."
"Alright, Mr. Cocky." She giggled, sound providing a grin to approach his face. " How'd your meeting go?"
His smile halted upon hearing her say those spur of words. Her father, after having returned from Italy and reconciled for a few weeks with his daughter had proclaimed a meeting with him, causing him to shakily waltz in there, hoping he hadn't found out about his current status with his daughter.
Luckily for him, the stars were crying for someone else that morning while he simply chatted him up, joking along like he constantly did in his presence before getting straight to the point and questioning the status regarding Miley and her wandering stalker to which he replied that nothing seemed out of the ordinary and so far so good, with that the meeting ended which enabled him to go surprise his girl, a thing he noticed she secretly loved yet always exaggerated a response.
He knew he couldn't tell her that, seeing as it would blow away the whole objective motto of keeping it hush hush so he simply kissed her forehead before responding, feeling guilt eat away at him as he technically lied straight to her adorable little face.
"Long." He enunciated. " I was half way between suicidal and la-la-land." He smirked, reeling her in closer to his warm embrace, lips nearing her ear. " I missed you, though."
Miley shivered, his presence causing vibrations to run through her before she smiled softly, eyes glimmering up at him. " I missed you too babe, all one hundred percent psychotic versions of you."
"You love it." he cheekily retorted with a smirk, his eyes suddenly held a mischievous glint. " Speaking of love, doll yourself up and help yourself to accessories because I'm taking you out to night."
"Shane!" She squealed excitedly, the thought of finally being able to participate in girlfriend/boyfriend activities with the man alongside her out of the contents of her own home was something that she had been longing for, it wouldn't be an understatement for her to be pleasantly- really pleased by the fact that they finally get to do so.
It was only when she remembered the real reason why they were sneaking around in the first place did the smile grudgingly slip off her face. " Shane, what about the paps and people and Mitchie-"
"All taken care of." He responded smoothly." Its just you, me, and the restaurant tonight, courtesy of me- you don't have to worry about a thing."
"Sweet nibblets, you've really got this planned out don't you?"
"Anything for my girl." He cheerily responded causing her heart to swoon as she caressed his face with both hands before swooping upwards and connecting their lips together.
Seven minutes to sex was officially off the market right now but seven minutes to heaven could always reign second place.
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I can't imagine right now
Standing here
Without you
To think that I tried to ignore
What I felt
What I knew
I could never
Stop this feeling
-
I don't wanna fall in love
Just wanna have a little fun
Then you came and swept me up
And now I'm done, so done
Fallen madly deeply I
Surprised myself enough to find
That what's begun Is love
And now I'm done, so done
I'm done
Yeah
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Mitchie Torres walked into the spacious house in front of her, her sightings connecting to the assistant in her line of vision before she all too happily walked towards the elderly woman, once again familiar bright smile plastered across her face.
"Hey AB." She greeted, watching as Annabelle turned around to face her with a bubbly expression on her face, something she didn't do all too often.
"Well hello Miss Torres- I mean Mitchie." She stuttered once she was met with the look. " Looking for Miley I presume?"
"Yeah." Sighed Mitchie sadly. "We haven't been in contact these past few weeks, its like she's avoiding me or something." She chuckled nervously. " Delusional, right?"
"Not delusional." Assured Annabelle motherly as she extended a hand to place on top of the younger girls shoulder. " She's just had a lot of things going on these few weeks, the downsides of being an infamous public eye when it comes to the people." She smiled. " Just remember Miley loves you and she wouldn't do these things on purpose."
"Your right." Breathed Mitchie with assurance. " Sorry, sometimes my mind wanders too far ahead and I'm drawling up conclusions that only plan to nip me in the bud later." She shrugged as Annabelle laughed at her. " Miley up in her room?"
"Got it in one." Annabelle retorted. " I'm sure she'd love to see you, so head on up."
"Thanks Annabelle." Thanked Mitchie. " Just so you know, you'll make an awesome mother someday."
"We'll see if the stakes are still that high when the time comes, young one." Chuckled Annabelle gloriously. " Now get out of here, friendship awaits."
Mitchie giggled bashfully before her legs picked up speed and she whirled through the never-ending hallways, finally appearing in the room she had practically lived in since her and Miley had first encountered all those years ago. She was surprised to see the room in a complete bizarre mess.
"What the hell happened in here?" She muttered under her breath.
Miley looks up alarmed, looking like a deer caught in headlights as a meek expression crosses her face. "March sweeps, right?"
"More like march road kill." Murmurs Mitchie, overwhelmingly." This place looks like a zoo."
"Well thanks." Quips the blue-pupil eyed girl sarcastically causing Mitchie to giggle ridiculously.
"Any idea why your room is suddenly crashed and burned into a psychotic rollercoaster?"
Miley stills, breath un-evening as she forms up yet another lie, something she found earlier on that she despised. Judging by her lying track record, she wasn't really good when it came to the lying factor and she was still amazed that she had managed to keep it hush for so long.
"Daddy's having one of his moments again." She replies, watching as her best friend inclines her head in sympathy, she knew exactly how his moments were and much rather preferred not to go into detail about the whole thing, something Miley was all too excited about.
Mitchie without warning, jumps gleefully into the gigantic bed that belonged to her best friend, rummaging around to find the magazine she knew her best friend had due to the announcement of latest designs in fashion and enjoys her time skimming through the pages while Miley strolls around, unknowingly to Mitchie finding the perfect outfit for her date with Shane.
Date.
She couldn't help the jolt of anticipation that barreled through her at the moment and suddenly felt her traitorous mind forming up possible ideas for what Shane would perform on their secret rendez-vous.
The next twenty minutes were spent in total silence, occasional glances from Miley to Mitchie, her reluctantly wondering when Mitchie would find solace in leaving the room in order for Miley to get ready and Mitchie simply engrossed in her book until something catches her attention, causing her to still her movements.
"Hey, isn't this your pre-date mascara?" She muses with a raised eyebrow.
"Psh, no. Like I'd ever have one of those." She feigned distaste. " What kind of loser buys those kind of things anyway?"
"You." Retorts Mitchie with assurance. " I'm pretty sure this is yours, Miley. I've been there countless times to prepare you for your dates remember, I'm pretty sure I would know these things. Which means-" She rambles, eyes wide as she stares at her best friend with shock.
"What you exaggeratin' about, wily?" Giggles Miley nervously.
"Your going on a date!" Shrieks the best friend, earth shattering squeal escaping her lips before excited jumbling of words escaped her lips. " When? Where? Who?.. Give me some deets here, Miles. I haven't had good gossip in forever."
"I-I-" Stammers Miley, automatically being ignored as Mitchie parts her lips in order to ramble excitedly once again.
"You know what, it doesn't matter. Mind if I help be your victim in crime and help you make mystery boy collapse to his knees awe-struck?"
"I- I don't know, Mitch-"
"Please." Pouts Mitchie, plastering a sad expression on her face. "It's like been our tradition since the day we were welcomed to being able to date at all. Missing this one would just be like committing suicide, that and well what kind of best friend would I be letting this opportunity slip from my grasp."
"A good one." Murmurs Miley under her tongue, the term being ignored by a careless Mitchie.
"Besides, we never have time for each other anymore." She whines childishly. The look plastered against her face was enough for Miley to cower into her demands, wincing from the excited squeal that emitted her lips before reluctantly being whisked away to her closet to search the one thing she had been aiming to find.
Her blue pupils seemingly finds its way towards the bright smile plastered against her best friend's face and she exhales, innerly wondering if she would still have that same smile attached to her face if she had found out who mystery person actually was.
The guilt that shredded through her was one that couldn't be ignored. Whomever said ignorance is bliss, was walking straight into their own grave.
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Thank you for not letting go
When I said let me go
Thank you for timing
Thank your finding
Thank you for not believing me
Baby when I said
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I don't wanna fall in love
Just wanna have a little fun
Then you came and swept me up
And now I'm done, so done
Fallen madly deeply I
Surprised myself enough to find
That what's began Is love
And now I'm done, so done
I'm done
Yeah
-
Miley could feel a grin tickle the corner of her lips as her pupils adjusted throughout the whole of the room clouding her, the romantic air around them sizzling by as she smiled adoringly at Shane, Shane holding his breath as he watched her reaction with inquisitive eyes.
"You like it?" He breathed, causing Miley to chuckle all but breathlessly as her vision once again rounded the whole of the room, wondering once again how she could've ever scored someone like Shane.
It was an all out romantic atmosphere. He had taken the things she had informed him when it came to her likes and dislikes to a great extent. First off, she had been a little iffy, wondering if she was dressed up enough for the event, rather important event that included only the two of them- something she was certainly thrilled about.
Mitchie had gone home earlier after she had jokingly kicked her out, worried by the fact that she might get a glimpse of Shane and destruction would wrench out. Thankfully for that, the stars had once again managed to work in her favor and Mitchie had to part anyway.
Her father and his family had left earlier on, seemingly going to a basketball game that was occurring out in Boston which they had declined when asked, Shane, rather painfully seeing as he loved the game a little too much yet at the time much too happy to pass up the opportunity he had with Miley.
A little bit later and the two had finally been ready, him sulking greatly and whining like a petulant little child about her being fashionably late and how chicks took fashion out of proportion, telling her to hurry up and that she shouldn't be readying herself for him anyway because she knew very well he would adore her in anything.
His childish grunts had stopped about the same exact time she told him to zip his mouth shut in annoyance or she wasn't coming down which caused the rambles to stop all together, that and his eyes had unconsciously wandered up the stairs to which his mouth dropped as he saw her glorious appearance, the reaction causing Miley's worries to wash away.
There was a stilling silence that surrounded the air as she continued to walk further down till Shane who was immensely captivated snapped when she was halfway between the stairs and him and proceeded to practically hop up the stairs, take her into his arms and attack his lips with hers, feverishly.
Pulling back when air became a necessity before whispering that she looked beyond beautiful and it was well worth the wait before kissing the top of her head and setting his plan in motion.
"It's beautiful." Miley told him, kissing his cheek adoringly as he led her further into the restaurant.
She had learned earlier on that he had reserved the whole restaurant for only the two of them, not giving the person on the other end any clues whatsoever to their relationship and cussing out when the person seemed to fish for reasons as to why he needed the whole of the restaurant.
The proposing of money had shut him up, thus thanking the god that reigned the heavens out there that somehow, miraculously, there hadn't been any papparazi lurking about which had brewed up suspicions for a while.
Miley was brought back to earth as they arrived at their seating, eyes softening as she eyed the table that was covered in expensive table wear with roses accessorizing them, something she loved and candle light surrounding them.
She arched her eyebrows upwards as he told her to halt, pulling her chair open for her to sit down unto which caused a reluctant sarcastic reply to escape her lips.
"Shane Grey, who would've ever thunk you'd have a romantic side?"
"Its just one of my never-ending awe-striking qualities." He cockily retorted causing Miley to giggle in response.
"Do you always have an answer for everything, Mr. know it all?" She mused with a smile.
He inclined his head with a smirk. " That I do, Stewart. Its about time you finally realized that, would you rather a demonstration?"
"Not in this lifetime, bud." She joked. "We all know in the end, you'd just end up falling flat on your face with an injury."
"Hey!" He cried, mock-offended, which caused Miley to giggle mirthfully in response, him all too reluctantly following in her footsteps. He couldn't help it, her laugh was just that contagious.
They found themselves continuously chatting the other up, ranging from nothing to silly things to things that were just downright preposterous and a little exaggerated to child-hood stories. They laughed, joked, teased each other when it came down to it yet still maintained to keep that seductive banter that they had had all morning, sneaking kisses and taking delight in holding hands out in the open without having to worry about peering eyes.
She had grinned at him, white pearls and all as his finger tips brushed back her bangs, him telling her after she had tossed him a questioning glance that he couldn't see those wonderful spec of blue eyes that she possessed, which caused her heart to swoon, her eyes tearing up a bit before telling him she would one day expose him for the softie that he is, afterwards reaching upwards to connect their lips.
She had giggled crazily as he had planted a macho façade after that.
In the midst of all the delight, they had fallen into their comfortable routine, him having hauled her into his lap as he fed her some of the food she so stubbornly refused to eat. Although he wasn't complaining, it was quite obvious she just loved the attention and adored the fact that she was in his arms, something he had realized was a perfect fit.
"Would you rather-" He propositioned, automatically being interrupted by the brunette sitting in his lap.
"What are we- In second grade, I haven't played this game in years!" She laughed, eyes raised highly in the air.
"Hey!Just because you haven't played that game in a while doesn't mean you can take the fun out of it." He whined, nuzzling his nose with hers. " Besides the game is a classic so hush up, woman."
"Watch it, Grey. Your bordering on thin ice here, babe." She retorted mock-dangerously, rolling her eyes as her pupils caught sight of the lascivious smirk on his face.
"Controlling much?"
"You love it." She mimicked egotistically, referring to how many times he had propped her with the saying before.
Shane had laughed, telling her that it sounded far better on him. "Whats with all the stealing damage, first my clothes now my sayings what are next- my machoness."
"What machoness?" She snorted teasingly. " I don't see nothing but a few lazy bones here and there, my friend."
"Puh-lease .I am all hot, I'm so hot I burn up the charts around this ville, I mean check out the guns." He bragged, raising his shirt sleeves higher.
"They alright, I've seen better." She retorted, unfazed. Even though, truth was his were the best that she had ever seen. It was just funny to see him squirm.
"Kidder." He sing-songed, playfully. " Now back to the game you, knucklehead." He smiled. "Would your rather be a toilet or a pair of pants?"
"Pants." She replied automatically, elaborating as he tossed her a questioning glance. " Most of them are always in style and can make anyone look good, plus who would want to feel poop in their mouth all day, that's disgusting and the whole staying one color thing is a little too far-fetched for me."
"Careful Miles, you might offend them." He whispered teasingly, receiving a joking punch from the girl opposite him which he in return chuckled at before nuzzling her closer into him.
Life sure didn't get better than that.
-
I wasn't looking for this
And now I'm done
I'm done
-
I don't wanna fall in love
Just wanna have a little fun
Then you came and swept me up
And now I'm done, so done
Fallen madly deeply I
Surprised myself enough to find
That what's began Is love
And now I'm done, so done
I'm done
Yeah
-
"Dude." He whines ridiculously, shooting her a somewhat annoyed expression. " Just try it."
"Shaney." She mimics' exaggeratedly. "Its root beer… and Ice-cream, that's borderline creepy."
"It's a stroke of genius, that's what it is." He retorts lamely. "Look, you trust me, don't you?"
She automatically inclined her head which caused him to reply with a cocky smirk. " Then show me the money, baby."
Miley frowned, hesitantly straying her eyes from Shane to the contents lying before her before stubbornly shaking her head, resignedly slurping some as Shane tossed her his perfected puppy dog look, one that he had secretly told her he had spent many of his earlier child-hood days perfecting in the mirror.
Damn fucking mirror and his stupid good looks. She cursed in her head before taking a deep breath, watching as her boyfriend mixed the contents together and she took a swig.
Miley arched her eyebrows up, satisfied, shockingly slurping the delicious content again before responding. " Okay, I might just have to give you that one, boyfriend."
"What'd I tell you!" He bragged egotistically before pointing to his head. " Its all cause of this stroke of intelligence, Miles. All up to this ole' coconut."
"Yeah, yeah." She dismissed with a wave of a hand, rolling her eyes. " It kind makes this warm, fuzzy feeling… despite the fact that it ice-cream."
"Which makes it all the more amazing, babe." He finished off.
"When did you even discover this anyway?" She questioned, curiously.
"When your bored, Miles. There's only so much a guy can do." He muttered sarcastically, viewing as Miley shook her brunette curls instead, shaking with laughter.
"Well does this whatchemecallit, have a name?" She asked, afterwards taking a sip of the exhilarating mixture.
Shane shrugged nonchalantly in response. " Dunno, haven't really paid attention to that."
"Your stewed bud wad." She retorted amusedly, watching as he chuckled mirthfully at her mannerism.
"Yeah, yeah. Well why don't we see you come up with a name, Albert Einstein?" He huffed suggesting, watching as a mischievous glint arose in her sea of blue eyes before she responded.
"Alright Patrick." She taunted him, watching as he gasped comically, not at the slightest pleased that she was referring him to the pink whatchemecallit idiot that starred as Sponge bob's best friend. " Shiley."
"Shiley?" He drawled out foreign. "What the hell is that?"
"Shiley, you know- as in Shane and Miley." She responded in a duh sort of way before smirking. "Wow, you really are a Patrick."
"Hey!" He cried offensively before smirking egotistically, lips nearing hers. "I don't think Patrick, would've been able to do this."
Without warning, his lips connected with hers, the dance of tango rising full force as they played tonsil hockey with each other, neither admitting defeat. She shifted in his arms, viewing as he moaned hugely as her pelvis collided with his groin before she slid her arms around his neck, fingering her fingers through his mane of sheer dark locks.
He reciprocated by pressing his soft lips on to her skin, tilting her head so as to suck her neck, all too pleased to mark that territorial mark on her skin.
She pulled back, breathlessly, blue pupils meeting chocolate brown before she broke the silence.
"Take me home." She rushed eagerly, and he was instantly up to oblige, knowing that today was the day where they could finish what they started in the comfort of their own home.
Her heart bounced with anticipation as he intertwined their fingers, quickly kissing them before rushing out of the restaurant and slipping into his car.
She didn't complain about him driving much too fast for her liking, didn't complain when they nearly collided with another car once they had skidded to a halt in front of her house.
She didn't even complain as he opened the door, carrying her wedding style into the house and bolted up the stairs before she could so much as take off her heels.
Her heart pounded in her ribcage, sauntering delightfully within each kiss they took, within each touch that lingered, palms sweating as they probed each other and she finally realized something she had been trying to find out since that morning.
Against her wishes, she had fallen in love and as he muttered that she was beautiful, raising her head to look at him as she blushed, their eyes connected before he plunged into her, their eye-contact never wavering, she knew that she had fallen madly, deeply and hard for the man opposite her and she concluded, that falling in love wasn't so bad.
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Well another long chapter courtesy of me. The song used was Pussy Cat doll's song: I'm done, while the PCD isn't really my forté , the lyrics and the song itself was one too beautiful to pass up, that and the fact that the lyrics sum up exactly what Miley is feeling right now. So, Miley loves Shane, does he her? Will Shane ever tell Mitchie, will Mitchie ever find out? So many questions, so little time but for right now, do me a little favour and click the review button.
Go on, click it… the smiles that will appear on my face will be well worth it… I hope.
Peace. Love. Shiley.
Ps. The whole root beer and ice-cream thing, my friend made me try it and lemme tell you, absolutely delicious!
