AN: Hey, this is the longest chapter I've done as of yet, almost 8500 words! Wow, new record for me lol.
The first Miley POV of this chapter starts at the same time as Lilly's so they overlap... hope you don't get confused to why the time jumps back several hours. Anyway, I'll just get on with it now. Enjoy x
Chapter Nine: Your Love Is My Drug
[Lilly]
"So how'd it go last night? Or rather, this morning?" asked Mik excitedly through the open window as I parked up, returning her car around lunchtime.
"It was… incredible," I grinned, climbing out of the car and handing her the keys.
"Oh yeah?" she said winking, taking my arm and pulling me into her house.
"Yeah,"
"So you kissed her?"
"Isn't that what you were insinuating?" I questioned as we sat down on her couch. Her house was actually smaller than mine yet felt more spacious… maybe due to the lack of furnishings. Mik's parents were hardly ever home, constantly on business trips or away with work, leaving Mik alone most of the time – most of her life in fact.
"Well yeah but I was just making sure. So what was it like?"
I smiled nervously, Mik and I talk about boyfriends and things but now this was a girl, it was like a whole new level. "It was perfect," I admitted, unable to think of another adjective which would describe last night the best.
"Perfect? Wow, that's one hell of a kiss," breathed Mik.
"Well actually… it was kind of more than one," I smirked, feeling a slight blush at the memory.
"You whore!" she laughed and I slapped her arm feigning offense. "So on a scale of one to ten… how good?"
"Like… a billion," I grinned, falling back onto the seat so I was practically laid down, simply letting the sensation of Miley's lips moving with mine wash over me.
"Nice. And in comparison to Lucas?" she added cautiously, not wanting to piss me off.
"Please," I said stressing the word as I sat up to face her again, "Lucas was a crap kisser and his hands were always everywhere, it wasn't so much a kiss as CPR!" I laughed.
"When are you going to see her again?"
"Jesus Mik, what's with all the questions? It isn't the Spanish Inquisition,"
"Sorry, I just like to know these things… and what was the Spanish Inquisition?"
"It's … It's… you know, I have no idea. It's an expression…"
"Hmm… do you love her?" she asked after a few moments and that question took me completely by surprise.
"Don't you think it's a little early for declarations of love? But I think I could… I probably will…" I answered honestly. "I think love should be like a drug, you know, where you just can't get enough of each other and when you're with them, it's the best time of your life and everything seems bigger, brighter, better somehow… and when they leave, you feel like crap and you're desperate for your next fix. Love should be irresistible,"
Mik just stared at me when I came to the end of my little speech, her brown eyes somewhat surprised as she watched me. "Wow Lilly," she said finally, putting her hand on my arm, "Who knew you could be so philosophical,"
"It's hardly philosophical Mik, more metaphorical," I surmised with a grin.
"So do you find her irresistible? Do you crave her until your next fix?" she question, one dark eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Uh huh," I nodded my head shyly. The grin on Mik's face just made my face heat up like a furnace and I grabbed a cushion and shoved it over my face. As soon as I did it, I regretted it. Mik dived on me, her hands tickling my sides as I tried, and failed, to kick her away. Mik was stronger than me when it came to these tickle-fights.
She only stopped when we both heard the vibration of my phone and the ringtone which was muffled as it was squashed between our bodies. She released her hold on me, snatched my phone out of my jeans pocket before I had chance to move then grabbed both my wrists in one hand to stop me snatching the phone back.
"Hey!" I protested as I tried to wriggle out of her hold on me. She knelt on either side of me and ended up trapping my arms to my side, meaning her hands were free to go into my inbox and read the message.
"'Lilly, last night was amazing. I want to do you right now, so get your sexy ass over here right now!'" she proclaimed, reading the text. I stopped struggling.
"Does it really say that?" I asked, shocked and slightly dumbfounded…. She knew I wasn't ready for that.
"Uh-huh, she says she's got her strap-on ready," she said, barely hiding the smirk that began to spread across her face.
"You're lying," I stated as I began struggling to release myself from her knees which pinned my arms down.
"You really believed that innocent little Miley would be waiting for you with a strap-on?" she laughed, "Please, if she didn't sleep with Jake she's hardly going to be adventurous enough for that, is she?"
"She didn't sleep with Jake?" I asked, stopping my struggling again as I let the new information flood over me.
"Oh god, you didn't know? I thought you knew," she said as she scrambled off of me.
I sat up and took a deep breath before saying the question that was sounding loud in my head, "I… I was… I took her… she… virgin?"
"Yeah… I'm sorry, I thought you knew," she repeated and I shook my head. "She's only ever dated Jake Ryan since she first came here however many years ago… he slept around because she wouldn't give it up. I think she only found out he was a slag at her birthday…when she… when you… I'll shut up now,"
"…she…" I trailed off, not knowing where that sentence was even going.
"Lilly, it's not as if you've had all that much experience either. It was only Lucas and from what you said it didn't last all that long anyway…."
"That's not the point…"
"So what is?"
"I don't know," I sighed. I really didn't know. I mean, technically, virginity was a good thing and I wish I still was one considering my first was a tosser like Lucas. There was just that niggling feeling that I didn't quite understand.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"That I don't know why her being a virgin before me should change anything,"
"It shouldn't. I mean, virginity these days is a hard thing to come by,"
"You should know," I laughed and she punched my arm. She didn't do it to bruise me but enough to sting.
"Hey! I've slept with only three people in my almost-nineteen years,"
"The first being someone old enough to be your father!" I laughed again and received another punch, slightly harder this time.
"Hey, he was younger than he looked and he was really sweet,"
"Mik. You were 15! He was like, thirty! He was a dirty perv!"
"Don't say that, Trent was a lovely guy."
"A lovely perv," I laughed again and dodged another punch, catching her fist in my hand. "Talking of your sexual behaviour… how is Oliver?"
"You'll laugh," she warned, her lips curling into a sly smile. "He's upstairs,"
"Whore!" I shouted and she punched me again when I failed to dodge it.
"Shush you'll wake him," she laughed as she began tickling me again.
"Hey! What. What did the – ow, that one hurt – text say?" I stammered out between shrieks.
"She wants to know if you're doing anything today," she winked. "Seriously, I'm not lying this time. Look for yourself,"
"I believe you,"
"Ooh ooh, I know!" said Mik jumping up and down like a school kid desperate to be chosen to say the answer. "You should totally double date with me and Oliver tonight! You have no choice about it Lils, you are coming,"
"I'll have to ask her… if she doesn't want to then I'm not gonna force her,"
"So snog her face off? She'll come then – no pun intended," she grinned.
"Fucking hell Mik – you're filthy,"
"I learnt from the best," she smirked, blowing on her nails and shining them on her shirt. I shoved her backwards playfully.
"Yeah thirty year old filthy pervs," I laughed.
"Oi shush you. Here," she said handing me my phone. "Ask her,"
I opened up my inbox. It was a simple text from her which did ask if I was busy today. I typed a response asking if she wanted to double date with Mik and Oliver tonight, and that she didn't have to if she didn't want to.
"Sent." I said, slipping my phone into my pocket again.
"Good," she said then raised an eyebrow and smirked as my phone vibrated and started ringing that annoying message tone. "That was quick,"
I pulled out my phone and opened the inbox. Sure, um where? When? Want me to pick you up? xx
"She says where and when?" I said to Mik, opening up a blank message ready to type.
"Pete's Place. Um… 7 okay?" she asked and I nodded, sending Miley the message and adding on that she could pick me up if she wanted. Pete's Place was a Pizzeria which was very quiet despite doing the best pizzas, like, ever! No one would see Miley and I there; we could remain a secret a little longer.
"Jesus," said Mik as my phone blared again. "She sure likes you,"
"Who wouldn't?" I smirked as I saw the text which said she'd come by my house at 6:30pm.
"Lilly? What are you doing here? What time is it?" said a voice and I turned to see Oliver dressed in just his boxers and Mik's silky blue dressing gown. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, his hair was pretty much all over as if someone had picked him up in the night by his ankles and vacuumed the floor with his head.
"It's after midday Oliver," I smirked.
"We're going on a double date with Lilly and Miley tonight, hun," said Mik to the tired boy. He muttered an 'hmm sure' clearly not knowing what Mik had actually said as he made his way into the kitchen.
"How long till he realises what you said?" I whispered to her.
She smiled, glanced over to Oliver who was drinking milk out of the carton, "3…2…"
Right on cue Oliver spurt the milk out of his mouth, "What? Date? Lilly, Miley? Huh?"
"Yes. Lilly and Miley are double-dating with us tonight. Problem?"
"Hot…"
"Oliver!" we both yelled.
"Whoa, sorry. I meant, cool,"
"Yeah whatever," said Mik and then looked down at the milk on her floor. "Clean that up,"
"What did you're last slave die of?" muttered Oliver as he went to get a cloth.
"Not obeying orders," she laughed.
-x-
I heard Miley pull up outside at 6:30pm sharp. I headed down the stairs to go open the door for her. I'd just reached the bottom step when she knocked on the door. I smiled and went the rest of a way in a half walk half run kind of speed. I pulled open my door and my jaw dropped.
"Wow,"
[Miley]
"Mmmm…" the content sigh escaped my mouth as I stretched. I stretched right down to my toes and right up to my fingertips. I smiled. I loved stretching; that feeling you get of reawakening your body for a brand new day, one full of possibilities and you get your body ready to take it on. I only stretched like this occasionally, only when I was happy to be awake. This morning I was definitely happy to be awake; last night had played over and over in my mind, creeping into my dreams and saving me from that darkness.
I sat up and stretched again, lifting my arms high above my head before allowing them to flop back down. I glanced at the clock; almost 12. Maurice normally came to wake me at 10 at the latest unless I'd been out such as last night. Ahhh last night, I smiled again at the memory again. The smile faded when I remembered Maurice's words: 'I'll not tell your father but you should.'
"Hmmm…" I murmured, no longer having that content feeling that last night had presented me with. Lilly's theory on Silver Point may not be the actual reason behind the place name but I couldn't think of anything which could top it; it was truly breathtaking and I can see it becoming a special place to us… at least I hope so. Lilly said it was a personal place to her, that she'd never shared it with anyone yet she shared it with me, me! And she said that I was special… no one, well except my dad, has called me that before. The schoolgirl giddiness returned and I could feel my 'signature smile' spread across my face.
I stood and ran a hand through my knotty hair. I really should tie it up sometimes; it bugs the hell out of me. I headed over to my bathroom, stripping various bits of clothing off as I went before jumping into the shower, allowing the water wash over my face and wash away all the fear of telling my father that I went out in the middle of the night with my girlfriend. The fear didn't wash away.
"Maybe if I tell Jackson first…" I mused out loud; I find the shower is where I do all my most important thinking.
"Tell Jackson what first?"
"Jackson?" I screamed at the voice, hurriedly covering myself up with the shower curtain. I poked my head around to look into my bathroom and there he was. "What the actual fuck?"
"What?" he questioned as he leant against the blue tiled wall. How the hell did he even get in without me hearing the door open?
"What do you mean 'what'? You're in my bathroom!" I yelled from around the curtain but he just shrugged. "What's wrong with you? You're my brother and you're in my bathroom where I'm showering…naked!" I added, emphasising the word trying to make it clear to him.
"So? It's not like I can see anything," he shrugged. "Have you seen my um… magazine?" he said looking around.
"Why the hell would your magazine be in my bathroom?" I asked, going back under the stream of water. "Your room is in the west wing, I'm in east so how could it get up and walk over here?"
"I dunno… maybe you borrowed it without knowing it was mine?" he said, raising his voice slightly.
"Why would I borrow it?" I questioned, rinsing the conditioner from my hair.
"It was a Victoria's Secret magazine, that's why?" he said and my head shot around the curtain again.
"You know?" I almost hissed at him. How could he possibly know? No one knew.
"Well I was joking… but this is far more fun," he grinned crossing his arms. "So my little sister get's all hot and bothered over pretty ladies in magazines?" he said putting on a mocking voice.
Shit. He didn't know. "Do you even think about what you're saying before you say it?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" he said then I saw realisation cross his face. "Ew… oh god, I'm gonna be sick. Images! Mental images!"
"Serves you right!" I told him turning off the water. "Either get out or pass me that towel," I said pointing to the towel on the radiator, wrapping the curtain protectively around myself. He chose to toss me the towel. Damn, I thought he'd leave. He tossed the towel and I caught it. I smiled at how I managed to neither fall nor release the curtain in the process.
I wrapped the towel securely around myself and got out. "So why are you in here if you aren't looking for a lingerie magazine?"
"That doesn't matter anymore. First, what did you think I knew? And second, what did you mean when you said 'maybe I'll tell Jackson first'?" He said taking a seat on the closed toilet lid.
"Dude, can this not wait till I'm, oh I don't know – dressed?"
"No – it gives you time to make up a lie," he surmised, grinning. "So…."
"I don't know… can I not tell you later?" I asked and he shook his head.
"Okay, I'll ask the question and you answer. What did you think I knew when I mentioned Victoria's Secret?"
"Jackson… please, not now," I told him, wrapping a second towel around my hair. He didn't respond but just watched me blankly, his mind elsewhere.
"Oh my god… I know what it is," he said, his eyes wide with a mixture of realisation and surprise. "You're gay!"
"Shut up!" I hissed, "Do you want the whole house to hear?"
"Fuck, it is true. My sister's a dyke," he almost laughed.
"I'm not a dyke," I retaliated, "keep your mouth shut,"
"You so are! That's what you meant, tell me first before you break it to dad," he stood up, he was jittery with a big grin on his face. "Oh this is going to be gold,"
"What? Jackson, no! Please, don't tell anyone. Not even dad… I'm not ready for people to know yet," I practically begged.
"Relax Miles, I may enjoy making your life hell upon occasion but I know where to draw the line. I'm your brother, you can trust me,"
"Thanks Jackson," I smiled, sighing a breath of relief. "Are you… are you okay with it? You're not grossed out or anything are you?"
"Miles, you're my sister – you always gross me out," he chuckled, "but no, seriously, I love you no matter what,"
"Thanks. That means a lot," I told him feeling pretty emotional towards him. "I'd hug you but erm…" I looked down at the white towel which was the only thing covering my modesty.
"Yeah," he grinned before turning to leave. "Oh and I was coming to tell you that Hannah's manager just called about next weekend,"
"Right, thanks," I smiled but inside my stomach was tightening. Did I tell Lilly that I was Hannah Montana? I mean she's a fan – she was at the gig at Mik's Uncle's club… would she act weird about it? But how long can I hide such a big part of my life from her? If she didn't take it well … would she tell my secret?
"No… she wouldn't," I mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Jackson, turning. I looked up to see him about to leave my room. I shook my head and he smiled before leaving, closing the door behind him. I know Lilly wouldn't tell. But how she would react… I didn't know. Would she treat me differently?
"Stop," I said to myself, wiping steam off of the mirror. "You have too." After all, how much of a relationship could I have with this big secret hanging over me? She shared something so special with me last night… I need to share my special thing with her.
I headed into my room and quickly pulled on some underwear, while still wearing the towel in case my weirdo brother returned. He didn't and I pulled on some sweatpants and a shirt before grabbing my phone. It was half-twelve, Lilly would be up, I thought as I typed the message.
Hey, I had the best time last night. You busy today? xx I sent the text and tossed my phone onto my bed as I rubbed a towel through my hair, soaking up the excess water. My ringtone sounded some five minuets or so later.
Me too :) I'm at Mik's, she's invited us to double date tonight – you don't have to if you don't want. L xx
Double date? With Mik and that Oliver? I don't really know them but they seem cool; and Mik's been really supportive of Lilly and I…
Sure, um where? When? Want me to pick you up? xx I texted back. Then thought about how quickly I responded… would she think I was desperate? I scoffed at myself, get a grip – this girl likes you, don't panic about seeming a little desperate!
Pete's Place. 7pm. You can pick me up if you want :) L xx Came her response. I smiled. The little smiley faces she put in the texts just made me think of her actual smile which I loved.
"I'll. Come. Round. At. 6:30. See. You. Then. Smiley face. Kiss. Kiss." I said the words as I typed them, grinning at how strange I would have I sounded to anyone else.
I was still smiling as I descended the stairs, tying my wet hair in a loose plait which came around and rested against my neck and dangled down my chest. I inhaled and could smell grilled cheese. Maurice must be making my dad lunch… and it smelt so good.
"Afternoon," I grinned, entering the kitchen.
"Hey bud," smiled my dad, patting the stool next to him at the breakfast bar. He put down his paper. "What's put you in a good mood?"
Jackson smirked at me from behind my dad, making certain gestures. "I'm going out with some friends tonight. For dinner… Pizza,"
"Oh. Who with? Traci and them?"
"No," I scoffed, "Um… remember that new friend I mentioned?" I said and received a look from Maurice. "Well I'm going out with her." I didn't realise what I'd said till Jackson smirked and laughed silently. "I mean, her and her friends."
"It's nice to see you're making new friends," said my dad, before taking a bite of the grilled cheese. "So what's these friends of yours called?"
"Well, there's Lilly, then her friends are Mik and Oliver,"
"Two guys?" asked my dad. "Is this a date or something?" That amused Jackson no end.
"No. Mik is a girl. Mikayla," I told him and he nodded, more concerned with his lunch.
"Three girls and one guy? Poor lad… or just really smart," he chuckled.
"Actually, Oliver is Mik's boyfriend," I told him and then wished I hadn't; I knew what was coming.
"So you and this Lilly girl are going to intrude on a date?" he said. Yep, I expected that. I saw Jackson raise an eyebrow then his jaw dropped as he put two and two together. 'You and Lilly?' he mouthed dramatically. My dad took another bite and while his attention was elsewhere I mouthed at Jackson to keep quiet.
"Well they're all best friends so it's not like we're intruding…" I said. "Have you done something with you're hair?" I hated myself to stooping so low. I didn't listen to his response, I was just glad to divert his attention before my own father figured it out. I wanted him to know… just not over grilled cheese.
"A-hem," I heard Maurice fake cough. Looking at him he nodded at my dad, telling me with his eyes to talk to him. I sighed before turning to face my dad again.
"Dad. I snuck out last night. With Lilly. We'd had a bit of an argument and she came to apologise. It couldn't wait till morning…" I blurted out. My dad looked slightly taken aback at the confession but then his face smoothed slightly, pleased I'd told him.
"Where did you go?"
"Not far," I lied.
"You do realise that even if you screamed, we probably wouldn't hear you in this big house," he chuckled, turning back to his food. He had a point. "I'm going out tonight too. I have a date with Claire," Jackson and I both rolled our eyes at each other. "I won't be back till late so behave and do as Maurice asks,"
"What? Dad I'm 21; why do I need a babysitter?" complained Jackson.
"Maybe because you act like you need one," I smirked and he stuck out his tongue. "Point proved,"
"As long as you live under my roof, you adhere to my rules," my dad said, refusing to argue with my complaining brother.
~X~
I have nothing to wear! I shouted at myself internally, sinking to the ground feeling defeated. I sat there, my legs crossed Indian style in just my underwear. What do I even wear anyway? I mean, if I go too fancy I'll look silly – it's only pizza, and it's with her friends… If I dress too casually it'll look like I haven't made the effort. Damn it.
I sighed and pulled myself off of the floor. "Surely I have something," I muttered as I began searching through the rails and rails of clothes once more. I picked out a plain white shirt and went over to my closet mirror, holding against myself. Too casual? I glanced at the time: 6pm. I had to be at Lilly's for 6:30! And it took me 15 minutes to get there!
"Fuck it, there's no time for anything else," I said to my reflection as I put the shirt on. Once the loose-fitting shirt was on, I pulled my hair out of its loose braid. My hair had dried in that braid and upon release it had more waves and curls than I usually allowed but I settled that it was fine considering my lack of time to tame it. I took a quick look at the weather and saw it still looked pretty warm so I grabbed some shorts and pulled them on.
"Too casual," I frowned at my reflection. "No time though." I sighed, pulled on my vintage combat boots and my purse before practically running down the stairs.
"Slow down bud," my dad laughed as I passed him.
"Hi dad. Bye dad," I said, quickly placing a kiss on his cheek while still running. I applauded myself internally for not falling whilst doing that. My clumsiness returned however when I missed the step into the garage and fell onto my car. The alarm started and the lights flashed.
"Fuck, shit, wanker," I muttered as I unlocked the car and silenced the alarm. I donned my sunglasses and headed towards Lilly's hoping I wasn't going to be too late. I hate being late.
I thankfully arrived at Lilly's in time – after breaking a few speeding laws. I took a deep breath before walking up to the house. I'm dressed too casual; she'll think I haven't made an effort.
"Shut up, Miley," I hissed at myself before knocking on the door. She opened it seconds afterwards, grinning and I felt almost compelled to lean in and capture those lips. Then her jaw dropped slightly.
"Wow,"
[Lilly]
"You know, most people say 'hi' but 'wow' is cool too," she grinned, a slight blush on her cheeks. I didn't really notice the blush though; she looked amazing. The loose-fitting long white shirt contrasted beautifully with her dark brunette locks which fell in beautiful tousled waves down her chest. She also wore short camouflage style shorts which revealed her long, very long, tanned legs ending in the combat boots which looked positively vintage.
"You look… incredible," I said still running my eyes up and down her, from that big white grin to those amazingly long legs.
"Thanks, I thought it was too casual but if it gets that reaction," she smirked, "You're not too bad yourself," she said nodding at my outfit. I scoffed as I looked down on my white shirt with the giant peace sign and my faded ripped jeans. I looked awful in comparison to the bronzed beauty before me.
"Shit, sorry, come in," I said finally having my brain focus at least a little bit.
"Thanks," she chuckled and came in. "Where's this Pete's? I've never heard of it,"
"Pete's a place on the outskirts of town. Serves really good pizza,"
"I thought so – you did say 'Pete's a place'" she smirked and it took a few moments for it sink in. Pete's a place… pizza place. Wow. I'd never noticed that before.
"Clever," I said turning to go grab some money from my room but Miley grabbed my arm. I turned to see what she wanted and she quickly leant in and pushed her lips onto mine. A second of surprise was all I had before I reciprocated the kiss. When she pulled away, I actually groaned.
"Sorry. I just needed to," she said, her face blushing as she looked down at her boots. I hooked my finger and lifted her chin to look her in those ocean eyes before kissing her again, for slightly longer this time.
"Never." I said then went in again for another and again, pulled away, "Apologise." I kissed her again briefly and pulled out. "For." I leant back in, running my tongue along her bottom lip and I heard a moan growl within her. I smiled slightly, putting my hand on her hip and squeezing it slightly as her hand gripped my shoulder. "A kiss," I whispered against her lips, leaving her mouth still puckered slightly and her eyes still closed.
"Wow…" she breathed before opening her eyes.
"Don't cha know it," I joked before heading up the stairs, grabbing some cash and heading back downstairs. She stood exactly where I'd left her. "You okay Miles?" I asked, shoving the money into my pocket.
"Uh-huh… just y'know… flashbacks," she said, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"I see," I grinned heading over to her. I crept up to her while her eyes were still clothes and looped my hands around her waist and felt her jump and her eyes pinged open. "Hi there,"
"Hi," she practically purred in that southern accent of hers. Had it ever been this noticeable? I don't care, it's hot! I saw her eyes darken and she started leaning in. I felt myself wanting her more than what I was ready for and I pulled back, taking her hand instead.
"Come on," I smiled when I saw sadness in her eyes at the increased distance between us. "Don't wanna be late,"
"'kay," she said, obviously wishing we had a little more time together.
I directed her to Pete's Place on the outskirts of town. The buildings around it were tall and plunged the street around Pete's into an early blackness. The lights from Pete's window cast a welcoming orangey light on the sidewalk. We pulled up behind Mik's Beetle and jumped out, Miley shyly walking just a step behind me as we headed inside.
"Hi. It's either under Oken or Gomez," I told the guy as we went in. He smiled, grateful that he had something to do at last. Pete's was always quiet but it made them happy if we booked a table.
"Yes, of course, right this way," he said with a genuine grin on his face, directing us to a booth on the back wall. Mik and Oliver were gazing into each other's eyes and didn't even notice us arrive.
"Ahem!" I fake coughed, startling the two of them before Miley and I took our seats beside them.
"Would you like some drinks while you go over the menu?" asked the still smiling guy, handing out the leather-binded menus. We ordered a Pepsi each and as he left we opened up the menus. I don't know why I did; I always have the same: Barbeque Deluxe consisting of barbeque sauce, char grilled chicken breast, bacon, and tomatoes. Perfecto.
"What's good here?" asked Miley as she looked over the various pizzas.
"Everything," Mik, Oliver and I all said at once.
"Oh," she laughed.
The guy arrived with our drinks and set them down in front of us that smile still plastered across his face. It made me feel sad that this place was always near enough empty; the food was amazing, the staff were friendly and unlike most places, they had clean restrooms. But, with it being out of the way, it lost most of its custom to places like Pizza Hut which were closer to town.
"You guys ready to order?" he asked. We all glanced at each other and surmised that we were.
"Can I have the Barbeque Deluxe please?" I asked, going first seeing as I was closest to him. He grinned, probably recognising it was my usual considering he always seemed to serve us when we came here.
"I'll have the Hot 'n' Spicy," said Oliver and Mik and I turned to give him a look. "What?"
"Are you sure? You know that's hot 'n' spicy as in hot 'n' spicy?" questioned Mik.
"I know, I kinda got that from the title,"
"Fine," she said before turning to the waiter. "He'll have that and a bucket of iced water for when he realises he made a mistake." The waiter chuckled. "I'll have the Hawaiian please,"
He wrote it down and then looked up to Miley, his pen readied to write her order, "And you Miss?"
"The um… Meat Feast please," she said putting the menu down.
"And they're all on your usual Italian base?" he said as he wrote on the little notepad. We told him it was and he collected up the menus. "Would you like some breadsticks for the table?"
"Sure," said Oliver and the waiter disappeared and returned with the breadsticks before disappearing into the kitchen. Oliver quickly dived in to the breadsticks.
"Hey, you'll want to save them for when your mouth's on fire," I warned a grin on my lips. He ignored me and continued eating them.
"So, Miley… what's it like hanging with the 'skaters'?" smiled Mik, leaning on her elbow as she nibbled at a breadstick.
"Better than hanging with cheerleaders," she answered, flashing me a smile.
"Really? So you prefer the hot, sweaty, bruised and grazed type as opposed to the clean, manicured, perfectly preened type?"
"Definitely. Cheerleaders are bitches. We laugh at others misfortune; we're so competitive that even if a 'friend' is taken out of the running we're glad about it. We parade around like we're the best when really we're terrified people won't like us. We're hated by most, feared by others and lusted after by more. People think cheerleaders are just slags and I have to admit, most are but just because we dance in short skirts and date guys who are complete egomaniacs who are only with you for the status… its not necessarily who we are on the inside,"
"Oh…" said Mik, slightly taken aback by Miley's little speech. "Well, I guess that turns my hypothesis on its head,"
"What's your hypothesis, Mik?" I questioned then smirked at Oliver who clearly didn't understand what 'hypothesis' meant.
"That Miley is secretly a spy and relaying information back to the girls at Cheerbitch HQ," she smirked.
"Damn you caught me," she smiled but Oliver's face dropped.
"She's joking dumbass," I laughed. Oliver laughed too but I could tell he still wasn't sure. He could be so thick sometimes.
"No, I'm not an undercover spy despite how cool it sounds. I'm hanging around with the skaters because a certain one of them intrigues me no end," she smiled sweetly at me and placed her hand on mine under the table. I felt my heart swell and I entwined my fingers with hers, smiling back at her.
"Awwww," Mik sighed, and then she turned to Oliver, swiftly smacking him on the arm, almost causing him to choke on the breadstick he was shoving in his mouth. "Why don't you say things like that to me?"
"Mrumph fellgan fubragher," Oliver said around the breadstick in his mouth.
"I don't know why I bother," sighed Mik brushing off the crumbs Oliver had sprayed on her during his nonsense words. I doubt he even knew what he'd tried to say.
~X~
"Thanks," I shouted back to the waiter as we left the restaurant some two hours, several slices of pizza and a bowl of ice cream later. He smiled widely and waved. Poor guy, he probably won't have anything to do now we've left.
"You know, it's still early. Wanna catch a movie?" said Mik, linking arms with Oliver while looking at Miley and I.
I glanced up at Miley for approval. I wanted to spend more time with her but if she didn't want to, that was fine too. "I'd love to," she smiled before shyly taking my arm much like Mik and Oliver. I grinned at Oliver, still nursing his mouth after his hot 'n' spicy pizza was hotter 'n' spicier than he expected.
"D'ya know if there's anything good on for the 9:30 showing?" I asked as we walked towards our respective cars.
"Dunno. Guess we'll find out when we get there," said Mik as she climbed into the driver's seat.
I hopped into Miley's car and after a few moments, Mik pulled out and we followed her along the road, heading back towards town.
"I told my brother," she blurted. It took me a moment to understand what he said. I twisted in my seat to face her.
"You did? How'd he take it? What did he say? Are you okay?" I asked, the questions coming out in quick succession.
"He's fine with it," she grinned, "I never said I had a girlfriend; just that I was gay but he put two and two together when my dad started asking questions about tonight,"
"Oh… is he going to tell your dad?" I asked kind of scared. She noticed and took her eyes off the road for a moment to look at me.
"No, he said he wouldn't. What's the matter Lilly? Do you not want my dad to know?"
"It's not that. It's… I just don't want the first time I met your dad for him to think I'm the bitch who turned his daughter…" I said, voicing my fear.
"I doubt he would think that, Lilly. You're an amazing person whether you turned me or not," she smiled.
"If… well, when you tell him… are you… are you…" I stammered.
"Am I what?" she said as we came to a junction, her eyes scanning the road, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration before making the turn. The roads were empty around here anyway.
"Are you gonna tell him how it happened?" There, I said it.
"What that I got drunk and slept with a girl on my 18th birthday?" she questioned, a smile in her voice. "Yeah sure, of course I'll tell my father that,"
"Sorry… I just, I didn't y'know… I didn't want to meet him and think that he thought I was some lesbian sexual predator or something,"
"Lilly, where's all this coming from? Why are you so concerned with approval from my dad?"
"I dunno… maybe…" I started but trailed off. Should I bring it up? It's so pathetic… "Mik said that… that you were a virgin before me." I blurted.
"Yeah I was. What's your point?" she questioned. I heard in her voice she was pissed I'd brought it up.
"Sorry. I don't really have a point…" I said, slumping back in my seat. That didn't last long as I was jolted to the right as Miley swerved and pulled up at the side of the road.
"No, you do have a point Lilly. Otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up," she said facing me. There were no cars on the road and there were no streetlights… the only light came from Miley's headlights and they didn't offer all that much in the car. "So tell me Lilly, why was my being a virgin such a big deal? Do you think that I'm going to turn all needy and pathetic and clingy? Are you scared that I'm going to turn into that kind of person because you took my innocence?"
"No, that's not it," I told her, slightly scared of the slight venom I heard in her voice. This topic really pissed her off.
"Then what is it Lilly? What's the big deal really? You know, people used to cherish virginity – it was frowned upon if you weren't one. But now, if a girl is a virgin people act as if she must either be frigid or some kind of prude. So tell me Lilly, what's you're point?"
I could see in the half-light, the anger in her eyes. "Because I was bladdered Miley. We were both monumentally smashed!" I admitted, only just realising what that point was, what that niggling feeling about Miley's virginity really was. "Your first time is supposed to be this special, intimate, amazing experience isn't it? And yours ended up being a drunken shag with a girl you, at the time, considered an enemy… that's my point Miles, I feel bad that I ruined that for you,"
"Oh." She said, her anger subsiding.
"And now you'll never get that back. I took the one thing you're supposed to willingly give to another and I took it and crushed it. My first time wasn't special or anything, but I had that choice… albeit the wrong one, but I took yours. I stole it,"
"No," she breathed before unclipping her seatbelt and almost launching herself at me. Her arms encircled me and her head fitted itself in the crook of my neck. "You didn't steal anything Lilly. I did give it willingly," she said against my neck. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back to look at her, confusion in my eyes.
"Huh?" I said that single utterance conveying that confusion better than any sentence could.
"You're right. We'd both been drinking and you were smashed. I wasn't as drunk; I remember wanting you to kiss me that night. You kissed me to prove you were a good kisser…and I realised I wanted it again so I lied that I didn't feel anything… you kissed me again and I knew that I wanted to… I was the one who technically initiated it," she said, "I blamed you but really, if I hadn't kissed you again it would probably have ended there and then,"
"Miley," I breathed as I leant in. Her lips twitched slightly in a smile before leaning in too and met me halfway in a kiss. I moved my lips with hers before slipping my hand behind her neck and bringing her closer. She smiled into the kiss and her tongue danced across my lip. The action caught me off guard and she noticed.
[Miley]
"Sorry," I murmured, embarrassed that I'd tried to explore her mouth. We'd as of yet not kissed with tongue… since my birthday that is. I didn't want to push her anywhere she wasn't ready for.
"Hey," she whispered and I looked back up into those darkened blue eyes. "It's okay." I smiled and leant back down to capture her lips again. This time she surprised me by pushing her tongue desperately against my lips; I didn't hesitate at allowing her in and moaned as her tongue touched mine. I grew brave and lifted myself over so that I was straddling her in the seat. I pulled away to judge her expression… was this too much? Her grin and the excitement in her eyes told me it wasn't. I grinned back before resuming our make out session, my hands in her hair and ever pulling her closer to me as our tongues battled away. My hips bucked slightly as Lilly surprised me, placing her hands on the small of my back and slipping her hands under my shirt. My reaction amused her as I felt her shake beneath me, tasting a smile on her lips.
"You know," she breathed as we pulled away some minutes later, each needing oxygen. "They're probably… wondering… where we are,"
"They?" I questioned before I remembered about Mik and Oliver. "Oh yeah. Movies,"
"Uh-huh," she smirked. A few moments later I reluctantly removed myself from Lilly's lap and returned to the driver's seat. My heart was racing and my breath was still uneven as I turned the key and pulled back into the street.
"Where the hell have you two been?" questioned Mik, approaching the car as I parked up at the multiplex. She merely glanced at us and held up her hand, a slight smirk on her face, "Don't answer that." She knew; was it that obvious? I looked in the rear-view mirror. Yep, swollen lips and smeared lip gloss. I turned to Lilly who was running her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down in the side mirror.
"Come on you two," she smirked before taking Oliver's hand and heading inside. Lilly and I shared a smile before following them.
I'd never been to this cinema before… It was considered 'uncool' according to Traci as it only showed films which weren't in mainstream cinemas like foreign films or lower budget films. It was quaint, I thought as I looked around at the simple décor while Mik and Oliver got the tickets. At least I knew there'd be no chance of anyone seeing Lilly and I together… I slipped my hand into hers, she stared at me slightly panicked but I just smiled and squeezed her hand, telling her with my eyes that it was okay.
"Nacho cheese! Geddit? Its nacho cheese!" laughed a familiar voice telling that familiar, yet terrible, joke. I released Lilly's hand and searched for the source of the voice. There. Found him.
"What's up?" Lilly asked and I pointed towards the couple at the concessions stand.
"My dad… and his," I held back the nausea at the thought, "date."
"Oh," was all she said as she stared at my dad. Why did he have to be here? "Well, maybe he's going to a different film,"
"Or maybe he isn't," I said as he walked through the door marked Screen One… one of only two screens here and it just happened to be the one that was showing the film Mik had chosen. "Well let's give it a minute before we go in so he won't see us,"
So that's what we did. The four of us sat at the back of the room and watched the film which was surprisingly good even though none of the actors spoke English and you had to read subtitles. I felt Lilly shift position beside me as I concentrated on those subtitles and I suddenly felt her arm go around my shoulders.
I grinned. "Smooth," I whispered jokingly. She flashed a grin at me and pulled me in closer so that my head rested against her shoulder. I sighed contently. I loved how she was making the moves… I felt like I was the one initiating them most of the time but I loved how her hand was absentmindedly playing with the patch of exposed skin on my shoulder.
~X~
We'd managed to slip out of the cinema without my dad seeing us. Lilly was desperate not to meet my dad under such conditions whereas I simply wanted to push the thought of seeing my dad with Claire out of my mind. I didn't mind him dating, I really didn't… I just didn't want to see it.
I pulled up outside her house at which point one of my songs came on the radio. I switched it to a different station, hoping she didn't notice. I still hadn't told her but I knew now was not the time… I'll definitely tell her though, I promised myself.
"So I'll see you in the morning then… to go to school," she added as I stared at her. I'd still been in my own thoughts.
"Yeah," I agreed, leaning over to kiss those lips of hers which I so loved. "Tomorrow."
"You okay? You seem like you have something on your mind?" she said taking my hand.
"Yeah. I just remembered something that's all," I smiled and kissed her again. "Now you go home and sleep; I'm not having you all grumpy in the morning,"
"Please, I could sleep forever and a day and I'd still be grumpy when I woke up," she grinned, releasing my hand and getting out the car. "Night Miles,"
"Night Lilly," I smiled after her, watching her all the way to her door where she grinned and waved before going inside. I switched the station back and listened to my voice… it was TikTok – who knew a song about waking up in a bathtub after a stumbling in half-drunk would be such a hit? I continued listening as I drove back to my house. I'd tell Lilly that I was Hannah Montana; I knew that; I just didn't know how. Did I sing a song to her? No, that's silly. Do I just blurt it out? No, that's silly too. Do I lead her into the secret room behind my closet which was my Hannah closet? Or maybe show her my studio at home?
AN: Hey so what do you think? I'm not happy with it as I think the girls have jumped from timid first kisses on the Saturday Night to a makeout session in the car on the SUnday night but... yeah, it just kinda happened. Reviews? Too fast? Not fast enough? Leave your thoughts.
Next chapter will see the return of Johnny Collins and the cheerbitches. Anyone like to make some predictions? Stay tuned x
