This one's for Satan's Camaro. Happy (late) birthday/early Christmas :)
Tonight wasn't what Lilly had expected. She was frightened when Miley first said she wanted to go out to dinner, thinking that perhaps Miley wanted to take her to a restaurant again with aspirations of swaying her completely (just as she did the first time). But Lilly was surprised. Surprised, and relieved, when they pulled up at a fast food place. They swept in, grabbed some food, then left and drove along the darkened beachside streets, until they reached a cliff top. Miley parked a safe distance from edge, then climbed out of her seat with the paper bag of food in her hand and perched on the hood of her car.
Lilly remained in her seat, uncertain about joining her friend. Yes, she trusted Miley, but the ocean influenced her feelings and brought all buried thoughts to the surface where she struggled to ignore them. She couldn't control the way her mind was reliving moments of when Miley had pursued her, of when she held her hand with beyond platonic intentions, looked at her with adoring eyes and kissed her with a melting deepness. The calmness of the sea, Miley's gentle presence, it could take Lilly to a place she pretended wasn't there.
Miley turned and met her eyes through the windshield. They were almost glowing in the star-filled night and she grinned as one eyebrow rose, a playfully questioning expression falling into place. She entranced Lilly with her borderline seductive gaze and drew the blonde from her car seat with a beckoning gesture of her hand.
Lilly slid onto the hood, but was mindful of how much distance she kept between them. Miley placed a burger and fries at Lilly's side and focused on the horizon as she ate, taking no notice of Lilly's rising discomfort.
There was a tension in the air, but only on Lilly's part. She couldn't stand Miley's calm demeanour when she felt so conflicted and unsteady. She'd tried so hard to avoid her friend, hoping that Oliver would chase away the phantom Miley left in Lilly's mind, but Oliver only made its presence more known. It raged and spat at Lilly's supposed love for the boy until she found it almost unbearable to be around him. He just wasn't the one anymore.
That's when she decided to confront Miley. Perhaps, somewhere in her heart, there were remnants of her feelings for Lilly. And, maybe if Lilly tried hard enough, she'd uncover them and slowly coax them back to life until they consumed Miley. Then maybe they'd have a chance together. Jake was out of the way, but Oliver still hovered about, an obstacle in Lilly's path. It was a sad thought, Lilly realised, because he was once at her side, removing obstacles with her, not being one himself. He was obviously in love with her and Lilly hated hurting him in any way since he was still a dear friend to her. But she had to end it. She felt the madness within her when she thought about Miley, when she was around Miley. Her feelings were undeniable.
"Lilly?" Miley said, her fingers brushing Lilly's arm. The blonde jumped from her thoughts and noticed the untouched fries in her lap, now cold. She looked over at Miley, who had finished her meal and was now watching her with a concerned regard. Lilly's insides froze and she knew at that moment, with Miley sitting within reach, looking as deadly as she was stunning in the moonlight, that she wanted to kiss her.
"Yeah?" she replied feebly.
"What's the matter? You have the most spaced out look on your face. Are you not having fun?" Miley inquired dejectedly, considering the likeliness of Lilly's boredom towards a relaxing evening. She may have wanted to do something more active and exciting, but Miley was still recovering from her solitude and merely wanted some peace with the girl who continued to ignite such lovely feelings within her. Just sitting by her, not thinking, just observing and feeling, brought on a sense of serenity that Miley was grateful for. It was nice just to enjoy Lilly's company, without having the constant urge to hold her and to kiss her for hours on end. Not that she didn't want that right then. The need had only dwindled because she had missed Lilly and, for the time being, being beside her was enough.
"No, it's not that. I love it out here. I'm just... thinking about stuff."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
Lilly scrutinised Miley then, wondering if words would be enough to express the multiplicity of Miley-related thoughts circling in her mind. Could she simply tell Miley what she wanted to do, what she had been yearning to do, since the moment their lips first touched? Lilly had freed herself from her restraints and inhibitions that night and was already planning her future with Miley. Yes, Miley was always going to be a part of it, but now, she would take Oliver's place. The only difference was, she'd fill that space created for love better than Oliver ever would. Lilly knew. She knew from the way Miley watched her. Those were the eyes that could see past things Oliver couldn't.
Lilly looked away, having trouble containing her desires. It was absolute that she would end it with Oliver tomorrow, but even then, would Miley still want her? Or would she reject her and say the feelings were a fabrication of a delusional mind? Would Lilly spend the rest of her life wishing for something that she had, but let go? No, she wouldn't. She couldn't.
"There's just some things I'm trying to work out. I'm feeling... discontent with Oliver. I'm going to break up with him as soon as possible."
"Lilly... What's going on? Have you been fighting?" General concern. There was not a trace of delight in her voice. She sounded like a caring best friend, not a potential girlfriend. And that bothered Lilly tremendously.
"No. I guess I don't love him anymore."
"You're being kinda rash, aren't you? I mean, how could you decide all this so suddenly? You and Oliver have been super close for years."
"I found someone else," she admitted, her hope rising when she saw the flash of horror on Miley's face. There was something hidden.
Miley was still, staring unwaveringly into Lilly's eyes, hunting for something beyond reality. She couldn't be sure who Lilly had met in her week of absence, but surely they weren't as devoted to her as Miley was. No amount of old memories would ever make Miley forget what she experienced with Lilly. It was otherworldly. There was a moral innocence to Miley when she had amnesia and falling in love with a girl seemed like the most natural thing in the world. That feeling clung to her and she adopted the belief that, yes, it was natural and even though many considered it wrong, Miley felt it was right. And so it continued to be.
"Who?" she asked with a slither of fear.
Lilly's smile was almost despondent when she realised how much she was about to put at risk, but it was all worth it when she saw just how eager Miley was to find out, which wouldn't be so shocking if not for the fright painted across her best friend's features as well. Miley was scared to know. She was scared to hear a name other than her own.
Her hand captured Miley's and she leant in, but Miley inched back, afraid she might lose herself with Lilly so near. But the blonde seemed unfazed by Miley's obvious precautions and said without faltering, "You."
I came up with a few new ideas for this, so look forward to some more drama.
