Disclaimer:I want mashed potatoes, not boiled potatoes. And I want Hannah Montana, not Bucky Kentucky. Mmmm... but I do get potatoes, just not Hannah ( And, no, I'm not pregnant and having cravings. Thank you very much.
Thanks guys, for all the Kent Support. I should have posted a while back, I wrote this like a week ago. I'm sorry, some distractions. I'm feeling a little depressed, years ending, no Kent. Oh! But he did walk me to all classes this week, it was very sweet.
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Chapter 8 Lesbian Lovers
Lilly turned away from Miley's deep brown eyes. They were filled with curiosity. The type Lilly had never seen when directed to her. They always told each other everything, there were barely any mishaps in their friendship. Sure Miley had waited nearly two years before telling Lilly she was Hannah Montana. But that was big, and Lilly understood.
Lilly hoped Miley would understand too.
"What is it, Lil?" Miley placed her arm on Lilly, drawing Lilly's blue gaze. "What's wrong?"
"I should of told you," Lilly looked down again. "But I was nervous, scared, at least that's what I told myself. But maybe I wasn't. Maybe I wanted something for myself. Maybe it was just because I wanted to keep a secret from you, but I don't know... that seems too selfish,"
"Lils, you're talking in circles," Miley whispered back.
"My mom's sick," Lilly said to Miley, finally looking into her eyes.
"Okay, like what does she have, the flu?" Miley furrowed her eyebrows.
"No, Miles, not that kind of sick... I mean sick, sick." Lilly replied.
Miley frowned, "Lilly, I'm so... I..." She stopped.
"I know..." Lilly interrupted.
"What does... what does she have?" Miley asked Lilly, taking her hand in her own.
"Pancreatic Cancer, she doesn't have much time, and..." Lilly's voice disappeared into a quiet whimper. "The last time I visited her... oh Miley, I yelled at her! I made it seemed like I didn't care... and... Miley, God! I just... love her."
Miley wrapped her thin arms around Lilly's small frame. "Lilly, everything is going to work out, I'm here for you."
"I know," Lilly whispered, resting her chin on Miley's shoulder.
"Oh look, the lesbian lovers," A familiar sneer came from behind the two girls. Both Miley and Lilly turned to see Candace.
"Shut up," Miley narrowed her eyes. "Go disappear."
Lilly let herself admit a quiet giggle.
"Don't get me started Truscott," Candace glared at her.
"Come on Candi, everyone knows you and Rachey are meant to be. Stop denying it Hun. Plus, if we were Les, d'ya think we'd have boyfriends?"
"You and Oliver won't last much longer," Candace claimed, ignoring Lilly's comment.
"Someone's jealous," Miley said, in a sing-song voice.
"Ugh!" Candace shrieked. "Just-"
"I know Candace, we don't really mind if you go and fall off a cliff." Miley nodded, feigning sympathy.
"Yes, yes," Lilly agreed. "A tissue would not be needed."
Miley and Lilly looked at each other and grinned as Candace stomped off to the back of the bus. "Oh... tsss."
The girls burst into a fit of laughter, and were quite aware of the gazes they had drawn from the two boys beside them.
"Excuse me, Ms. Truscott, Ms. Stewart. Is there something you'd like to share?" Oliver teased.
"Sorry Mr. Oken, it's a girl thing." Lilly joked.
"Ah!" Oliver joked, covering his ears. "No more! Please, no more! I really don't need to hear anymore about girls."
Miley joked, as she leaned over closer to the other three. Speaking significantly louder than before: "So Lils, when's your time of month?"
Lilly laughed violently, clutching her side.
"No more!" Oliver yelled, hitting his neck against the back of his head rest.
Jake rolled his eyes. And soon, Oliver and Jake with discussing some sport, that even Lilly had no interest in. Baseball. Okay, okay, so sure, the game is "America's Favorite Pass Time" but Lilly preferred Boarding.
So no sooner than the boys had started his conversation, the girls too were chattering. About much more important issues, of course. Like the Juicy Fashion Show next Friday.
"Loathing, unadulterated loathing, for your face," I sang along with Miley's iPod. Pausing while she sang her part:
"Your voice,"
"Your clothing!" I grinned.
"Let's just say, I loath it all. Every little trait, however small, makes my very skin begin to crawl— with simple other loathing, there's a strange acceleration, in such total detestation! It's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last-"
"Eeeee!" A girl shrieked behind them. "We're here!"
Everyone on the bus crammed there faces against the window, "How do you know?" Someone called out.
"All I see is trees!" Another teenager called. I watched as Miley rolled her eyes.
"The camp is in a forest!" She shouted.
Jake and Oliver laughed from their row, I couldn't help but admit a giggle. We had been on this bus for such a long time, even Amber and Ashley, secretly of course, were ready to get up and stretch their legs.
As we got off the bus, I felt two arms pull me into a hug, familiar lips nibbling at my neck. I turned around in his arms, and stood up straight and kissed the tip of Oliver's nose.
"I missed you," Oliver grinned.
"Missed me? I was sitting across from you!" I raised my eyebrows.
"But I couldn't kiss you on the bus," Oliver whined.
"Whatever will you do on the ride back?" I teased.
"I'll have to make use of my time." Oliver tenderly leaned in, and placed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms in his thick brown hair, tugging at it, while his arms moved up and down my waist, tracing my frame. The sun had already set, and neither Oliver or I had expected anyone to see-
"Eww! The two geeks are spit-swapping!" Two synchronized voices said. "Ooh, tsss."
"What Amber, Ashley? This bother you?" I asked, kissing his neck, and trailing up to his cheek bone, standing on my tip toes as I licked the back of the grove between the bone and his neck. "Or this?" I said, putting my lips on his fully, licking his bottom lip.
"Eww!" They shouted, and I watched their skinny legs run to Mr. Corelli.
Love,
Sarahbella
