Mikayla's POV

Day three in Canada. Not too bad really. Miley and I are stuck together as buddies for today. Did I mention that Miley and I have slept in the same bed since we got here? Even for naps! It's amazing. Sasha doesn't know thank god. She already wants to kill me as is. I don't mind however.

We've been walking around doing absolutely nothing today. There's a party later on tonight with complete strangers that we're going to though.

I've mostly been making Miley laugh the whole day. It's something I'm good at. I know her better than anyone, especially Sasha, so I know what I'm doing.

We're back in our room now taking a nap, well, Miley's sleeping all cuddled up to me and I'm just laying here. Miley says she hates me but everything else screams hold me. We have to get ready in about an hour so I plan on enjoying this to the fullest extent. Did I ever tell you that spooning is the most amazing thing in the history of forever since duck tape? Oh, well it is.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I quickly retrieve it. "Hello?" I whisper. "Hi honey, how is your trip going so far?" I hear my mom say. I look at Miley and grin. "Really well actually." I say. "Oh my god! You're cuddling with Miley! Micky, I'm so glad she starting to forgive you." She says in an excited tone. My grin turns into gawk. How does she do that? "Honey, mothers just know." She says. And I'm speechless.

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We're almost at the place where the party is being held. It's walking distance from the hotel so Miley and I decided to walk. It's about 11:00 pm right now, so it's nice and dark. This day has been amazing. Miley didn't glare at me once. It's like nothing ever happened between us. She looks over at me and smiles from time to time. I just smile back.

The best part, I've been flirting with her the whole day. Oh yeah, totally gaining brownie points baby! She doesn't reject it, she just giggles and gives me her trademark smile.

Suddenly Miley stops. I stop and look at her. We're not there yet, what is she doing? She's looking at a small park just barely lit up by the street lights. She looks over at me and I just continue my confused look. She gives a huge grin and takes off sprinting in the direction of the park. Before I can make up my mind on what to do I feel myself take off after her. Like an instinct, where ever she goes, I'll follow, even if it's sprinting in to the dark obis.

Damn she's fast. I make it to the park and don't see her. It's too dark to see anything. Oh god, what if someone took her? What if a rapist dragged her away and is raping her? What if she fell down and hit her head and she can't yell for my help? What if she –

I don't finish that thought. It's seems that Miley climbed up in a tree and is now snickering at me. "Your face!" she says, busting out in laughter. "I was worried! We're in a foreign place then you just take off into the dark unknown and I can't find you!" I say and give a playful glare. She snickers a few more times then smiles. "Come here" she says all playful. "What?" I say confused as usual. "Come up here" she says again. "Miles we're gonna be late for the party. Just come down." I say. "No" she says like a two year old. "Excuse me?" I say. "If you want me to come down so bad, come up here and get me." She says then begins climbing higher. I am not going after her.

I start climbing up the tree and am gaining on her. Damn my instinct. She looks down at me then sits on a branch. I make my way up to her and sit on a branch parallel to her. She just smiles at me. The only light is the moon and stars. It makes her even more beautiful. "I got you" I say being all cute. "I know" she replies. "What are we doing up here?" I ask. "Look. The stars are more beautiful from here" she says then looks up. It's true, they are. But that's not what I'm looking at. "So are you" I say softly. Whoa… where'd that confidence come from? She looks back at me and it looks like she about to say "what" but instead she just closes her mouth and smiles.

She looks deep into my eyes. I do the same to her. My stomach starts to tingle and get warm. Her smile fades and she leans towards me. I don't move, I just keep intense eye contact. I watch her all the way in till I feel her lips touch mine. My eyes automatically close, as do hers. Her lips fit mine perfectly. They're soft and gentle.

The kiss is slow at first, but then I respond to her and kiss back. My mouth opens a little and she copies. Then, it happens. For the first time in my life, after all these years of torment and pain, I taste her. My tongue touches hers and we find a rhythm. Our tongues intertwining, our lips pressed together, our movements in sync, it's perfect. This is officially the best fifteen seconds (yes I counted) of my life.

But it ends all too soon when I feel her fly back almost falling of the branch she's on. She looks so scared and small, shit, she looks scared and small like she used to. She breaks eye contact and scrambles down the tree, leaving me astonished. I touch my lips where hers just where. Did that really just happen? I snap out of my daze and shoot down the tree. I find Miley at the bottom facing away from me with her face in her hands. Guess she didn't enjoy it as much as I did.

She turns around to face me and hesitantly looks in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to… I don't know what happened. God, I'm so sorry, Micky." She says quietly. She looks like she's gonna cry. "Miles… don't worry about it, alright? It's ok, I won't tell anyone or talk about it." I say. She nods. "I love Sasha" She says more to herself than me. "I know" I reply. "Can we go back to the room?" she asks softly. I nod. "Are you alright?" I ask obviously concerned. "I'm an idiot. I have a girlfriend, I don't like you like that if at all. I kissed my best friend, and now you probably hate me." she says. She called me her best friend. And she cares what I think of here. I guess we are getting somewhere. I take her hand and bring it to my lips. I kiss it and look deep into her eyes. "Miley, nothing will ever change the way I feel about you" I say with a hint of sternness. She needs to understand that. Tears form in her eyes and I bring her close to me. I hold her tight and she cries into my chest. If only she knew the way I truly feel.

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Miley's POV

I can't believe I kissed her! What the hell is wrong with me? God, if Sasha found out… oh no. Forget Sasha, what about Lilly? Oh god… I kissed the very person that… if Lilly didn't hate me before, she definitely hates me now. I'm an idiot.

We're back in the room now. I'm all cuddled into Mikayla. Is this wrong? I mean, I … hate her. So this is wrong. Why do I do this to myself? Why did I kiss her? I kissed her. I kissed Mikayla. I… I tasted her. I was semi intimate with her. And she kissed back. Maybe she didn't want me to feel bad. Wait, she said I was beautiful. She basically asked for it. So it's kinda her fault.

I can't blame her… I'm the one that did all the dirty work. But really, "the stars are more beautiful from here" then "so are you" What the hell? Maybe she… no, that's crazy. Mikayla could never love me like that… could she? I hate this. All these unanswered questions. Well, as far as the kiss went, it felt different. Not like when Sasha and I kiss. It was, dare I say it, passionate. I wish Sasha would kiss me like that. WHOA, where the fuck did that just come from?!? Did I seriously just wish that Sasha would kiss me like Mikayla?!? Oh, god.

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"Miley, I'm coming in to make sure your alive" I hear Sasha say through the door. My eyes shoot open and on my own strength this time, I fly back in to my bed. Mikayla just cracks one eye open then closes it and turns over. Sasha comes bounding in and pecks me on the lips. A lifeless, passionless, loveless peck. Not that I'm complaining. She has a cup of rice pudding in her hand. I never liked rice pudding. "Come on Miles, the shower is calling us" she says with a naughty smile. I don't know weather to run or cry. I don't want to take a shower with her. Not in front of Mikayla. Wait, when did I care? Ugh, nevermind, I am not doing it because I don't feel like having sex in a foreign place, if at all.

Mikayla's all tense. She's not facing us but I can tell. "Miiiles, come on, I promise we'll get clean somehow." I hear Sasha say in a mild flirty voice. Oh god, how am I supposed to get out of this one?

Mikayla quickly rolls over and gets out of bed. She stands up behind Sasha and glances around the room. She's thinking of something. I see the light bulb go of in her head but judging by the look she has on, she doesn't like her idea. She bends over and picks up a water bottle. She unscrews it then says what I think is a prayer. What is she doing? She taps Sasha on the shoulder. Sasha puts an annoyed look on and turns around. Mikayla smiles then dumps/squeezes the water in the bottle all over the front of Sasha, who is wearing a white shirt might I add.

My jaw is on the floor. Mikayla just smiles "All clean" she says. I shoot out of bed and stand next to Sasha. She literally has fire in her eyes. It takes everything in me not to bust out laughing. The blazing fire in her eyes fades away and she just smirks at Mikayla. Oh, god.

Mikayla sets the water bottle down and just keeps smiling. You can see right through Sasha's shirt to her bra. Sasha continues smirking then, before I can really do anything, she slips her finger on the inside of Mikayla's pj pants pulls them open slightly and dumps her rice pudding. It takes me a moment to focus. I wish she would have just opened the pants but no. She dumped a full cup of rice pudding into Mikayla's boxers. Mikayla just bites her lip and nods. She lost again. "By the way, there's another party tomorrow that those guys invited us to" Sasha says then pecks me on the lips again. She runs off, closing the door behind her.

I look at Mikayla and finally close my mouth. I don't really know what to say. "Are you ok?" is the best I can do. "Uh… yeah. I just have rice in the most undesirable places." She says with a smile. I giggle at her a little. "I guess you're the one really needing the shower" I say. "Yeah but on the bright side I don't need to worry about breakfast." She says. I give her a confused look. She grins then opens her boxers with one hand. She scoops out some of the rice pudding with her other hand and eats it. "Gross!" I say with a giggle. She just snickers and does it again.

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Mikayla's POV

So getting rice pudding dumped into my boxers sucked but it was all worth it when Miley didn't have to take a shower with Sasha. I'm in the room getting ready to head out with Miley. She's in Sasha's room at the moment.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I answer it. "Hello?" I say. "OH MY GOD YOU KISSED!!!! HONEY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU. YOU ARE SO-" My mother continues. How does she do that? I say hello and she automatically knows what happened. She's talking so fast I can't understand her. Then there's the fact that she's yelling in my ear.

When she finishes blowing out my eardrum there's a long pause. "Honey, did you two… have sex." She says completely serious. "What! Mom that's crazy Miley would never ever sleep with me and why are you asking?" I say. "Honey, I think we need to talk. And by talk I mean THE talk." She says. Oh god.

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This has actually turned into a pretty nice day. Well, other than the fact that Sasha decided to tag along with us. It started to rain a little while ago so we are currently in a café waiting it out. I bought a round of coffee for the three of us so that should shut Sasha up for at least another half an hour. Sasha gets a 2 pump, cinnamon, no water, 1/3 foam, non fat, chai latte. Yeah, I actually put up with it. Miley and I just get the same thing we always get. White chocolate mocha with whip. Why can't Sasha just be simple for once?

Earlier we walked by the park where Miley kissed me (I love saying that). She tensed up a little when Sasha wanted to walk around in it. But me being Miley's superhero, I once again saved her by being an idiot. Yeah, I kicked Sasha then ran as fast as I could, screaming bloody murder when I realized how fast she was. She caught up to me, pinned me against the side of a building, and kicked me in the crotch… hard. I know I'm not a dude but that seriously hurt. After I got up from the ground Miley found us and we continued on our previous path. Then it started raining and that's how we got here.

We hear thunder ring out and decide it's time to head back to the rooms. Sasha gets up and throws her cup away, then walks out. I get up and do the same. Before I walk out I notice Miley hasn't budged. The only movement she's making is shaking. Hey that rhymed… nevermind. I walk over to her and sit down next to her. Oh yeah, I forgot. She hates thunderstorms. "I don't want to go back out there" she says quietly. Her eyes well up with tears and her lip starts to quiver.

I get up and walk out side. No I'm not leaving her, relax. I call out to Sasha who is impatiently waiting for us. "Miles wants to stay here so I'm gonna stay too" I say. "Right, Miley hates thunderstorms. No worries I can handle it." She says. What does she mean by that? She walks back in the café then five minutes later walks out with a scared shitless Miley. Sasha leads the way back to the rooms and I hang back and do the best I can to comfort Miley without touching her.

When we get back to the rooms Sasha takes Miley and leaves me alone in my room. Here I am, alone. Miley's in Sasha's room probably dying and I can't help her the way I know how.

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It's 1:42 am. I've been half asleep since I went to bed. I can't sleep without Miley. I wonder how she's doing. She's probably in hell. It hasn't stopped storming. She's always hated thunderstorms. A year after Lilly died she told me why. It was storming the night Lilly died. That's why she hates thunderstorms.

I miss… my dad. I know it's kinda random but I do. I know that he cared about me. I know he did. He used to make up songs to sing me to sleep when I was little. He has a great voice so that made it all the more better. I remember one day when I was sixteen, I had just gotten home from school, I was on the couch balling my eyes out because a guy at school hit me.

He hit me because I wouldn't date him, I told him I was gay, and he hit me. My dad held me the whole time I cried. He told me that everything was gonna be alright and that the guy would never hurt me again. After I stopped crying he left for a few hours. I don't know what he did, but at school the next day, I found out that the guy that hit me had been transferred to another school. My dad was awesome… and now he's gone. Is it wrong to miss him? Is it wrong to say that I miss my daddy?

I wipe a tear from my eye. I have to be strong. Not only for me but my mom. She needs me now more than ever. I can't let her down.

2:37 am. Yeah, so Miley's probably dead. Nope, hasn't stopped storming. I swear the thunder and lightning are having sex or something. This is by far, the worst storm I've ever seen/heard/witnessed.

I hear what sounds like someone running in the hall then the door to my room fly's open. I see Miley shoot in the room and slam the door behind her. She's crying hysterically and running at full speed towards me. I quickly change positions so I'm sitting up. She falls in my arms and cries her eyes out hysterically. When I say hysterically I mean so hard she probably woke up the people down the street.

She holds on to me tighter than ever and sobs into my chest. I hold her close and let her cry. This is a very delicate situation. I can't just say anything.

I start softly singing the chores to the song "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins. It always calms her down. "Everything is gonna be alright rock-a-bye" I continue. She completely stopped crying. It's crazy how that works. It only took like 30 seconds too. She's just sitting here, with fists of my shirt, head against my chest, listening to me sing.

Miley's POV

Storm? What storm? I can't hear it anymore. All I hear is Mikayla's beautiful voice filling my ears. I let her voice embrace and consume me. Nothing is better than this.

I get so lost in her voice. I close my eyes and let it take me. I'm slowly drifting away. I'm floating above the clouds. It's so peaceful here...

Mikayla's POV

She's finally asleep. I somehow manage to lay down with her and pull the covers over us. I'm on my back and her head is on my chest. My arms are wrapped around her and one of hers is around my torso. Now, I drift away…

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So we went through the normal routine today. Sasha coming in, lots of glaring, Miley and I being paired up, walking around aimlessly. We're on the way to the party, no detours this time. It's about 11:30 pm right now. You're probably wondering were the hell the chaperones are. All our teachers go to bed at like nine every night so everyone just waits a half an hour then leaves.

We make it to the place where the party is being held and we're greeted by about 60 drunk, horny, college students and blaring music. As well as our group. Some dude offers me a drink and I decline. I don't drink. Sasha walks by and takes Miley away from me, again. I feel like I need to protect her, especially here.

"Hey" I hear from behind me. I turn around and see a gorgeous, sober looking, brunette. She actually looks a lot like Miley. Similar body, hair, build, voice. "Hi" I say back. "I'm Andy" she says then sticks her hand out for me to take. "Mikayla" I respond then accept her hand. She just smiles at me. A sweet smile. She looks down then back to my face. Then, she leans forward and kisses me. That was unexpected. She pulls back and grins again. This is really weird. She doesn't even know me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Miley in Sasha's lap making out. Sasha's eyes are on me. She's torturing me and she knows it. Miley just lets her.

"Can I get you a drink?" Andy asks. "Absolutely" I reply.

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Three beers and one shot later:

Everything's really blurry. It's hard to walk too. Andy's been leading me around the whole night, spontaneously making out with me. I still have some logic. I'm not stoned but I'm between drunk and tipsy. Andy leads me outside where there's less people and it's quieter. I see a couple of people having sex, and making out. Andy pushes me down on a couch that I don't remember seeing and straddles me.

She's kissing my neck and rubbing my sides. Great, she totally wants to have sex with me. "Your so sexy" She whispers. "Thanks?" I say with a hint of a slur. "I want you right here, right now." She says. "Not here Miley we have a room for that." I say then giggle. "Who?" she asks. I giggle again. "Oh, that chick that looks like me. If that's what it takes to bang you then you can call me Miley forever." She says. "Wait you said room. Where's the room" she asks. "Silly, you know where it is." I say. "Mikayla, it's me, Miley. Don't you want me to fuck you? Come on, tell me where the room is." She says.

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I some how managed to say where our room is. It took an hour and a half do it but we're here. We're walking down the hall to it. I feel better now, just tipsy… I think. Her face is kinda blurry though. I'm kissing and biting her neck. "Damn, who ever this Miley girl is you sure do want her." She says. What does she mean? She is Miley… right? She has to be. She has those chestnut locks and… "I thought you had blue eyes" I say. "Uh... I do… see uh… I'm wearing contacts… yeah, so my eyes look brown." She says hesitantly. "Oh" I say then resume kissing her neck.

We get to our door and I fall over. I can't quite balance yet. I'm facing a wall so I can't see anything and I'm too lazy to roll over. I just close my eyes and decide to rest while my brunette beauty tries to get the door open. As I doze off, I faintly hear someone yelling. Doesn't the assface see that I'm trying to sleep? I hear someone run past me. I stand by my previous statement.

I feel arms slide around my waist and I'm pulled to my feet. "Come on" I hear her say. Her breath smells of alcohol. Eh, mine does too. She lays me in my bed and I bring her down with me. She looks at me funny then I kiss her. I trail kisses to her neck then suck and nip at her pulse point. I hear a deep moan and then I feel a familiar area start to throb. I look back at her face and I see fire and lust in her eyes.

She straddles me and I lean up on my arms. I watch her as she undoes my belt and pops the button on my jeans. She unzips me then pulls my jeans down. She gets off me and stands up to pull them completely off. As she's standing she takes the time to undress herself completely. As she's doing so, I take my sweatshirt off. She leans over me and pulls my shirt off. I just look at her. Her boobs are gorgeous. Hell, her whole body is beautiful. Her skin is so soft. I'm gonna make love to her. Sweet, passionate, love. And to my Miley.

She rubs my thigh and then slowly pulls my boxers off. She straddles me then reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. She slowly slides it off. She looks for a moment then her head dives in and she sucks all over my left breast. I throw my head back and my arms give out, I land flat and moan. She brushes her tongue over my nipple and nips at it a few times. My hand flies strait to the back of her head where I tangle it in her hair.

One thing comes to mind, ecstasy. She gives the same treatment to my right one then brings her attention to my mouth. She roughly kisses me and our tongues wrestle again. Her left hand is messaging my right breast and her right hand is slowly traveling south. I tangle both hands in her hair then rake one hand down to her back. She growls then I feel her plunge two fingers into me. My nails dig in to her back and my whole body tenses.

This… is… heaven. By far, the most amazing thing I've ever felt. This… this is what I've been missing. My hormones are running wild. I've waited to long for her. She is defiantly a pro at this. She's not missing a beat.

My whole body tenses and I arch my back. Oh god. Everything has been building up to this exact moment. I hear her grunt as my nails dig further into her back. Oh this is gonna be good.

I tighten up around her fingers and in one final thrust, I climax… violently. I even scream as I hit the peak of my orgasm. I go limp and hear a sigh of relief. I don't blame her, her back is probably bleeding.

I finally catch my breath then swiftly flip us over. As soon as her back hits the mattress I devour her. Biting, sucking, and licking her whole upper body. I know I'm not as good as she is but judging by the constant moaning and scratching, I'd say I'm doing a good job.

I basically repeat everything she did to me, but with more passion than anything I've ever been passionate about. I told you, I'm gonna make love to her, not just sex. She climaxed about two minutes ago and it was amazing. Hearing her scream out my name and wrap her legs around me almost sent me over the edge again. We're both dozing off tired as hell. I may be ready to sleep but my mind is going crazy. Who would have thought Miley would love me back? This is all I've ever dreamed about. I know she was being a little weird with the brown contacts and stuff but hey, love makes you do crazy things. It's almost too got to be true, ha-ha.

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I have the worst headache ever. The sun is coming through the window and making the room unbearably bright. I feel my bed move and someone's bare back brushes my arm. Wait… what? My eyes pop open and look left to the person who's next to me. She's naked… I'm naked. She's on her stomach facing Miley's bed. Oh… my…god. What the fuck did I do?

The events of last night come rushing into my head with extreme clarity. Miley's eyes are a beautiful blue… she doesn't wear contacts. Miley was with Sasha the whole night. I met a girl named Andy. Andy… she fucken lied to me… she pretended to be Miley to sleep with me… I can't believe this. I thought… it was Miley… I-I made love to her. It was Andy.

I feel sick. My eyes well up with tears. Why would she do this to me?

I hear her stir and tense up. I am gonna rip her fucking face off. She slowly sits up still facing Miley's bed, stretches, and then turns to face me. I'm gonna kill her. "Why the fuck-" I'm cut off by her facing me. "M-Miley?!?"

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Hello my lotus blossoms. So the other day I was in the car listening to the radio, tell my why "Hot N Cold" started playing and I was like, that reminds me of my story. Right after that, "Love Remains the Same" came on. I was laughing and weirded out. This is also a super duper long chapter.

So, you all probably hate me right now. Hehe, that throws a monkey wrench and a half in that. I've actually had this chapter planned out since chapter 2. So here's your drama. Sorry it's so long but it all needed to be in one chapter for reasons only known to me. Don't worry plenty more drama in the next chapter.

Tomatoes: There's the kiss you wanted and much more. I love your marathon reviews.

Truscott: You are awesome.

Kudos to farmerg1214, once again, for the inspiration of all the events in this chapter.