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I held Miley in my arms, but she just stood there, rigid. I began to panic, so I kissed her deeper, pushing her against the wall, easing my tongue into her mouth.
I was about to let her go when she loosened up, wrapping her hands around my neck and in my hair, kissing me back. I slid my hands down, over the towel, on to her waist, pulling her as close as I possibly could.
I felt as if this was going on forever, as if my life was suspended in a single moment of complete and utter bliss. But, if I'm honest with myself, it probably lasted no more than a minute. And, for that moment in time, there was nothing. It was me and Miley, Miley and me. The only two in the world. It may have lasted like that forever if we hadn't heard the door to Jackson's or Robbie Ray's room slam, causing us both to jump, jerked back into reality.
I let go of Miley, afraid to look at her, afraid of what she'd say. Without a word she left, slamming the door as she dashed back into the bathroom. Suddenly, lost in the churning of my mind, I turned to the garbage and threw up.
I stood in the bathroom, alone, still in my towel, confused out of my mind. I sat down on the edge of the tub, trying to gather my thoughts. Lilly had kissed me! But, she couldn't like me. I was suddenly town, consumed with grief. She didn't like me, she was just trying to get over Tony…
Right then, I heard Lilly throwing up in our room. I wanted to cry then, because I was sure she'd realized what she had done, and was disgusted. More so, maybe, by the fact that I had kissed her back. Oh, had I kissed her back. Kissing Lilly was everything I'd ever imagined it could be, and so much more. And now, she was throwing up just from the thought of me.
The tears formed in my eyes, quickly spilling over, creating little wells of despair on the floor. My breath came in short, gut wrenching sobs. I took the towel and pulled it up over my mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but I could still hear it echoing in the bathroom.
I threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach. There was a thin sheen of sweat on my forehead, and just as I was about to wipe it off, I heard a sound in the bathroom. I crept closer to the door, and through it I could hear what sounded like Miley sobbing. That sound alone was enough to send me into dry heaves again.
Eventually Miley stopped, and I was able to calm down enough to go downstairs and rinse my mouth out. When I came back upstairs she was still in the bathroom, so I changed into my pajamas and lay down with my back to the bathroom.
I sat in the bathroom waiting for my sobs to fade. Now that my heart was broken, I felt as if I could never face Lilly again. I didn't want to talk to her, especially tonight, so after I finally got dressed I waited for almost an hour before I ventured out to go to sleep. I felt a pang deep in the center of my chest when I saw that Lilly was sleeping on the other side of the bed, facing the opposite wall; usually she and I slept in the middle of the beds, together, holding hands, or I would fall asleep with my head on her chest, her arm around me. It was a closeness I had relished, needed, and now, it was gone.
I got in the bed, as far from Lilly as I could be, and attempted to fall asleep. It took hours.
I heard Miley get into the bed, and neither of us said goodnight. We usually slept together, hand in hand, arm in arm, and now, were across the bed as if in a lover's quarrel. If only that was the truth. Now, we could be no more than ex-best friends.
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