So I did Model UN (a high school extra-curricular activity), which is basically where overachievers from high schools in the county go to learn speech and debate and other stuff. Truthfully, I did it just because I wanted it to look good on my college apps/resume. Yea. I represented Australia in the committee of UNEP (United Nations Environmental Programs), where our topics were about Climate Change and Biofuels. Dang. I must say, some people seriously get into it. It was actually kind of amusing. But y'know what's really sad? At the end of the day, I actually thought it was fun. Someone, please, just shoot me now.
Maybe it's also because I learned some Model UN pick-up lines. My personal fave is: "Can I moderate your caucus?" Sorry if you don't get it, but that one is just simply the best. There are others, but I thought they were way too dirty to be put on my author's note. Maybe next time. But isn't that a funny thought? Model UN, a dead-serious activity, has a whole LOAD of pick-up lines?
So this is the Honeymoon arc. I put it all in one chapter. Because I'm lazy like that and my life and Time aren't cooperating together.
.I Talk-2-Evil Little Pixies.: Your remark on the newsletter seriously made me lol in real life. No joke! Seriously, that was hilarious!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of its characters. The creators do.
P.S: I'm currently obsessed with "Party in the USA" and it's been bugging my friends like crazy. I think they want to kill me.
P.P.S: It's always been 'P.P.S' not 'P.S.S'. Wow. You guys should've told me that before I made a total complete fool of myself in the previous chapters and my other story. Thanks guys.
She didn't think it would turn out this good. It wasn't good like perfect, but still. She had to admit, Lilly's a good actress. The marriage was convincing, except for the vows. Now that part was scary. Neither was prepared for this, and that was partly her fault. Because of the sudden confirmation of them getting married, they never had a rehearsal wedding. Marge and Stan were the ones who set everything up. So for their rewards, Miley put it, Marge was the maid of honor and Stan was the best man, much to Lilly's dismay.
But Lilly had only little to complain. Rachel, Louise, and Robbie decided to come. And her dad offered to walk her down the aisle. How nice, Miley deadpanned. Just a few days ago, they were throwing a fit to each other, almost creating chaos all over again. It must've been the work of Rachel and Louise. Sure, they meant good intentions, but did they forget about what happened on that Day? Miley hated to think back to it. She hated to think about fighting and ignoring her own father for almost four years. Maybe more than that, Miley didn't keep track. Now just imagine 'almost' reconnecting all of a sudden, just by walking up the aisle side by side. How awkward is that? Very, Miley concluded.
As if the wedding wasn't enough, the reception came. It wasn't exactly like a reception; it was more like a press conference all over again. Darn her for being an international superstar. Darn paparazzi. Who invited them anyways? But that was the last thing on her mind.
Jake and Mikayla decided to show up at the ceremony. As usual, the bees-weez of a bitch ignored her and gave her those stupid looks that Miley wanted to scratch her face, and Jake just smiled at her, nothing else except a thumbs up. Lilly told her that Jake called to the house a few days ago, but it was too late to call him back. It was too late for everything. Miley wanted to tell him what she truly intended to do, but – there was always a but – she knew that could lead to more unnecessary trouble.
Miley could just list the things she wanted to end. One of them was to make the people stop clinking their stupid champagne glasses. How many freaking times do they have to do it? It was driving her ballistic! She had a feeling that she has kissed Lilly more than any other guys combined. Miley gagged at the thought. It's not that she's a girl, really. It's Lilly. Her stupid personal maid. Super stars and their personal maids never make-out. Especially when they're both girls. Ugh, Miley thought. When I get home, I'm definitely brushing my teeth with hot water and then rinse with Listerine a million times.
The time passed and some people started to depart. Marge told her it must've been at least three in the morning when everyone finally left. By the time they were sent back home, she just wanted to quit. She doesn't want to do this anymore. Why? There was one thing that Miley wasn't looking forward to:
The next six months that was bound to come.
But that's just the general statement. She's just not that excited for the things that are going to happen within those six miserable months. You would think six months would pass by quickly, but Miley knows that something was just going to happen. That stupid gut feeling just won't leave her alone. She pushed it aside, wanting to go to sleep. Trying to go to sleep, really. Miley almost forgot that tomorrow, or in just five hours, she and Lilly were going to their 'honeymoon.' Yay. Where were they going to go, Miley did not know. For their gift, Marge and Stan bought them a five-day vacation to a private island. Five days. That's a whole work week. Great. This is gonna be fun.
Oh fuck it.
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Marge honked the horn in three short staccatos. She's been waiting for at least thirty minutes. No, wrong. She's been waiting for them to come out almost an hour and a half ago. What the hell could take them so long? Oh right. Wedding night.
It was hard to believe that Miley, only twenty-two, got married just last night. When Marge was twenty-two, she was still working on her Master's. It didn't stay for long. She decided to go for the bigger side of life. Still. What could take them this long? Earlier this morning, when it was still dark, both looked like they were going to pass out. Weren't they looking forward to go on their honeymoon? God, why can't they just wait to do it until they get over there, Marge helplessly knocked her head on the window, counting the minutes.
Impatiently, Marge honked five more times. Right about a second she honked the last one, the door opened to see Miley and Ian rushing out with their luggage.
"Well, it's about time!" She rolled down the window and leaned down to open the trunk. Dang, how much luggage do they need? Marge counted at least eight suitcases, all big ones, too.
"Sorry, we overslept," Miley shut the trunk and opened the front passenger door. Ian sat in the back with a small backpack. Marge watched him open suspiciously from the rear view window.
"Oh really, Miley? Maybe you guys were just too busy doing something late last night and –"
"Marge," Miley breathed out. "Please, just drive us to the airport. Please." She took out her lip gloss and applied it. "And please don't finish that sentence."
Marge looked back again to see Ian nearly about to pass out. "Fine." She started the engine and began to drive to the airport. "So, how was it?"
"How was what?" Miley took out her bejeweled iPhone and Marge smirked.
"Don't play innocent. You guys look like you're gonna collapse pretty soon. You guys had fun last night?" From the corner of her eye, she saw Miley stopped whatever she was doing with her phone.
"What?" She managed to spit out. "Y-you mean…?"
Marge rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic, Miley." Her eyes wandered back to the rear view window to see Ian sleeping, his head against the window and arm propped on the arm rest. "Yes, I mean did you guys have sex last night?" She turned to see Miley with a shock look on her face. "Or, should I say, make love?"
Miley was thankful she wasn't drinking any water. She would've spat on Marge's face. "No! No way!" She shook her head violently. "No! That-that's so wrong!"
Marge almost swerved to the edge. "Huh? He's your husband –"
"No, no! I-I-I mean, we-we're not ready yet. Good god, no." Marge turned to concentrate back on the road. That's odd. Not having sex with her husband yet? Marge had thought Miley already did it with him a long time ago. She heard Miley mumble incoherently and asked what she said.
"Nothing. Nothing. It's just, we're…we're gonna wait until the time is right," Miley grinned. It looked scary to the red-head. It looked fake.
"Uh-huh…" Marge unconvinced, made a turn to the freeway. "But other than that, you had fun last night?"
Miley nodded and took a drink from her water bottle. She felt very thirsty suddenly. "So," she uncapped the bottle, "where's the honeymoon gonna be?"
"Oh, right. Dolphin Island. It's in Fiji. It's not that big really."
"You brought us to the middle of nowhere?!" Miley choked out. Marge saw Ian jerk his head forward, opened his eyes, then went back to sleep. "God, what the hell were you guys thinking?!"
Marge nearly swerved again, this time to another car. The blue car next to them honked and the man driving it flipped them off. Marge winced. "Hey! Stop yelling!" Angrily, she went by two lanes to the left and sped on. "And it's not in the middle of nowhere. We'd thought you guys wanted some quality time together, take some time off."
"Yea, yea, I get what you mean." Miley recovered from her previous outburst. "It's just…it's just that…"
"It's just what?" God. Damn Miley for being so high maintenance. It took a shitload of work to get the one honeymoon cabin reserved for five days. Plus the expense of it, too! Shit, they used the company's money to pay for it. They cheated; they weren't even supposed to touch the company's money, even if Stan was the boss. Consider it a gift, he said to the newlywed couple the other night.
"Nothing. It's just nothing. I thought it would be y'know, Thailand, somewhere exotic in the Southeast Pacific."
"Sure…so you don't mind?"
"Course not! It's an awesome gift. I'm sure we'll have fun there."
"I hope you guys do. You obviously do not know how hard it was to reserve it," Marge retorted. She flicked the blinker and headed towards the exit. They were almost to the airport. "So, you guys got your passports and everything?"
"Yea, we just need the tickets and we're set."
"Kay." Marge entered through the drop-off section of the airport. "Oh, and by the way, you guys are sitting in the economy seats." She expected Miley to choke her at the moment. She did not expect her client to nod and shrug it off.
"Hey, wake up! We're here!" Miley jumped out of the car and slammed it hard that Ian jumped out of her seat with a bemused look. Marge shook her head. She's so controlling, she thought sadly. Her sympathy goes to Ian, who seems like such a nice guy that has to go through all that.
"Oh dang, we're here already?" Ian mumbled and unbuckled his seat belt. He walked out of the car and helped Miley take out the luggage. Marge pushed a cart and helped them stack the baggage on it.
"Is that it?" Ian asked Miley.
"Of course that's it. Who was the one that packed everything?"
Marge saw Ian shot a tongue out at his spouse. She didn't know what else to think except to think about how odd that was.
"Okay, your flight leaves in an hour, so get to the gate quickly." The red-head handed them the tickets, which Miley took gratefully. Sighing, Marge put her hands of Miley's shoulders. "Listen, kid," she started with her mom voice.
"Maaarge," Miley whined. Ian anxiously rapped his fingers on the cart's handle.
"I'm serious. Stay safe." Her eyes pointed directly into Miley's own blue ones. Marge adverted to Ian's direction. "And if you do anything to her…" She saw Ian look aghast and gulped. He quickly shook his head. "You better not."
"Marge, we're gonna be late. We have to go." She gave a tight hug to Marge and let go. "Thanks so much."
"You're welcome. Now go."
Miley went through the sliding doors first with Ian following suit with the luggage cart. Marge smiled and headed back to her car. She felt like she forgot something…Something really important. "Oh shit!" She ran back inside the airport and yelled Miley's name. The brunette turned around with a confused look.
"What?" Miley walked towards her with a concern look.
"I almost forgot, we reserved it under your name."
Miley knitted her eyebrows together. "Okay…? I think I had a feeling I knew that before…"
"Oh just come here." Marge pulled her in another tight hug and Miley laughed. "Call me if something comes up, okay?"
"Chill Marge, I'll be fine," Miley patted her manager's back. She pulled away at arm's length. "I'll see ya later."
Marge nodded once and looked across Miley's shoulder. "I think some people are trying to flirt with your man," she giggled. Miley turned around and rolled her eyes.
"Wow. Okay, bye!"
She waved back and laughed to herself as she watched as Miley shooed off the other girls. It was a funny thought, Miley getting married. She assumed that it was the last thing on her client's mind, but she turned out to be wrong.
As she went back to her car, Marge thought back to their conversation in the car ride over. Was it odd that Miley was disgusted about the thought of having sex with her own husband? Maybe it's just Miley, but Marge thought it to be weird. She looked paranoid, Marge concluded. Maybe she was just nervous of being on a private island with her new husband. Nah, Miley's tough. She'll somehow make things her way.
Marge just hoped that nothing bad happens while they were away.
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Taking off her disguise in a dark, cramped closet and changing into her normal clothes was the least thing Lilly wanted. The smell of mysterious crap still ran through bloodstream and remained there until they reached Fiji. Miley cautiously waited outside, nudging the door to hurry it up. When Lilly was done, she almost strangled Miley, but resisted.
It was a long wait to get the luggage put away, showing the passport, going through security. She didn't notice until she stepped off the plane that that was her very first international flight. And Miley ruined it all by hogging the arm rest, and taking all of the complimentary peanuts and drinks first.
Lilly was wrong. Dead wrong. There was no way in hell that she and Miley could get on good terms. She didn't know what she was even thinking. It must've been from the nerves she got before the wedding.
The sun was hot, and Lilly just wanted to go back to sleep. She tried to go to sleep on the plane, but those damned seats were just too cramped to sleep on. And of course, Miley kept on pushing her head away whenever her head kept on lulling to Miley's shoulder. Stupid. This whole honeymoon thing was just stupid. They should've went and gone to Hawaii or something. Lilly always wanted to go to Hawaii. It wasn't any different from Fiji.
The thing was that right after they landed and went through every gate to pass for security, she had to put on her stupid disguise all over again. The only reason why she didn't wear it up on the plane was because it was her passport, not Ian's. God, she just wanted to kill herself. Screw the five o' clock shadow. Lilly wore a buttoned up polo and wore a pair of baggy jeans on top of her shorts.
They went on a small ferry, where she and Miley and all the other visitors were heading to Dolphin Island. Lilly took a brochure filled with 'Heaven on Earth' pictures and mottos of relaxation. It would be nice, she thought bitterly, if I went with someone who's more appreciative of me and his or her surroundings.
All around them, couples were canoodling amongst themselves while Miley was busy texting on both of her phones and Lilly just staring to the ocean, waiting until a green hill arrives on the horizon. Some newlyweds looked at both of them, wondering if they were together. She waved them off and pretended that nothing happened. The good thing was that she wasn't wearing that suffocating corset and those irritating facial hairs that itched her so much. She knew that both of them just wanted to get this whole thing over with quickly.
When they arrived on the private island, their luggage was set. Lilly decided to just carry hers while Miley carried her own. Wrong. Miley decided that it would be better if Lilly carried everything while Miley leads the way to their cabin.
If that's the case, Lilly hoped that they weren't going to stay in one room together.
But she knew that how many times she hoped for it to happened, it was just going to be one room. And lo and behold, right when the two opened their 'romantic honeymoon' cabin, the first thing they saw was the bed. The soft, luxurious, king-sized bed. Gosh, Lilly just wanted to jump on it and just –
"That bed is mine. You sleep somewhere else." So much for that thought.
Lilly finally retorted, "Hey, no. No. That's not fair. We're on this honeymoon together. And anyways, we're married, so whatever is yours is mine."
Miley sat down on the bed and slowly sunk into it. "Shut up. Don't use that against me." Lilly mocked her. That seemed to strike a nerve. "I mean it."
"Y'know what? This, this whole thing, everything that just happened not even twenty-four hours ago, was all your fault." Lilly spelled out the last three words and she knew that pushed the right buttons. "It's because you got so greedy and jealous over some guy – a guy who doesn't even like you in that way! –"
"Fine!" Miley seethed. "What do you want to do then, huh? What do you want to do with this," she pointed to the bed.
Lilly just shook her head. "Honestly, I just want to go to sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow or something." Yawning, she took off her shoes and slipped under the covers. She lied down on her side, facing away from Miley.
God, Miley just wanted to strangle her neck so badly, it's almost killing her. She was tired, too, but does she really want to admit that to Lilly? Instead, Miley walked around the cabin, observing where was where and what was what. A hammock was set in their mini backyard that had a small Jacuzzi and planted palm trees along the perimeter.
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Goose bumps covered her arms and legs. The fact about her already married scared her a bit. So what if it was just a cover for a stupid mistake? Marriage was a huge thing and Miley took it for granted. Stupid, she thought. Just plain stupid. Now she's tangled herself up in a web of lies. Hopefully, hopefully she'll know when to stop.
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The next morning, the girls woke up on the same bed. Miley woke up first to see that she was face to face to Lilly. They were barely inches apart. Stupefied, the first thing she did was shriek and the second thing she did was push Lilly off the bed. An audible thump echoed through the room.
"What the fuck?" Lilly groaned as she tried to get up. She looked around the room and slowly saw Miley glaring at her. "What?"
"You are not going to sleep here anymore!" Miley yelled and went straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Lilly was left all alone on the floor, still bewildered.
About an hour later, both girls were set and a schedule was posted on their door. A personal tour guide was going to lead them through their week and how it's going to work. Breakfast was served, and a young man rolled in with their cart. The first thing Lilly noticed was his good physique. He was slim, but she could tell that he was extremely fit. Damn her disguise. If Miley weren't here, and if she wasn't wearing her stupid Ian costume, she'd be all over him.
"Hey ladies! I'm Mike, and I'll be your personal tour guide." His voice, Lilly noted, was very nice. It wasn't squeaky, it wasn't too low; it was perfect. "First things first, I'll give you guys your breakfast first and I'll be back in forty minutes to start things up." He pushed in the cart to the middle of the room, right next to the wooden table. Miley nodded approvingly as he set Belgian waffles and a side of powdered sugar with scrambled eggs on the table.
"Alright," he smiled. Lilly also noted that he has one hell of a cute smile. "Enjoy your meals! I'll be back."
When the door clicked, Miley whistled. "That boy is cookin' for some tips." Lilly nodded as she sat on her seat. "But I gotta say, he's pretty good-lookin'." Lilly stopped midway to opening her napkin.
"Hey, he's mine," she continued, going for the eggs first.
Miley scoffed. "You're a male. He's just gonna avoid you if you try to hit on him." She sliced the butter knife right into the fluffy waffles. She took a bite and savored it. "Now this is how you should make the waffles."
Lilly rolled her eyes and resumed eating. Damn Miley for getting the benefit. "Must I remind you that I'm wearing this stupid disguise for you." Lilly stabbed the country potatoes violently. "You owe me big time when this is all over."
"I know," Miley simply said. "Which is why I'm giving you the house when it's done, remember?" Lilly sneered, which Miley didn't notice.
"I know," Lilly mocked. "I can't wait until the next six months are over," she muttered under her breath.
"Same here." At least they both agree on one thing for once.
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Mike came and went just like that before Lilly could talk to him. Unfortunately, he talked to Miley for just a few seconds longer than Lilly could take. Dang it. She cursed at her stupid disguise again.
After the dirty blonde boy showed them how to use their private sailboat, Lilly steered them to the middle of the ocean. They could still see the resort as a tiny speck from a distance. Great. Now that they're all alone on a sailboat, in the middle of the ocean, what could they possibly do?
Lilly turned off the engine and pulled the lever to open up the sails. Her hair felt nice being out of its wig with nothing suffocating over it. She also took off the rest of her disguise, since she was sure no one could see them. The whole time Lilly was busy doing everything else, Miley was just drinking a glass of wine, reclining on the bow.
"Want to help me for a second?"
Miley turned around and lowered her bug-eyed sunglasses. "No." Then she turned back and resumed drinking. Lilly flipped her off and felt better after doing that.
Lilly definitely came prepared to tan. Underneath Ian's buttoned up polo was a bikini top that Lilly hasn't worn in forever. She was surprised that it still fit her right. It was a risk not to wear her corset, but since Miley made her carry all of the stuff, she might as well just cover her front. Ian's jeans were off and she sat on the other side of the bow, trying not to get any closer to the devil that was drinking a glass of red wine.
The breeze blew freely through her hair. She honestly did not know why they had to go on a stupid boat ride. Who the hell made the schedule? Who even makes a schedule for a newlywed couple? Isn't the couple supposed to make the choices they wanted? Lame, she thought.
She never liked boats. They always ended up boring her half to death, since there was nothing to do on it. She'd rather surf, both wind-surfing or board surfing. Boat rides were always the last thing she wanted to do when she's near the water.
"God, what's there to do on a boat?" she said aloud. Miley cracked her neck. "Obviously we're out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do."
Next to her, Miley stood up, putting on her shirt again. "Why? You want to run away again?"
"I'd rather swim in an ocean full of sting rays than rather stay in a boat with you," Lilly spat.
"Then why don't you? I'm not stopping you." Miley fixed her hair into a messy bun and went to the back of the boat to get another drink. She sighed loudly and slammed the cooler.
Lilly stood up as Miley made her way back to the bow. "You know what? I'm sick and tired of your snooty remarks. You should be freaking thankful that I'm doing all this shit to help you cover your stupid mistake in the first place."
"It's your fault you showed up to the party! This would've never happened if you stayed at home and listened to me!"
"Fuck that! So you were just going to randomly pick a guy without looking and marry him in just two weeks? What the hell's wrong with you?"
Miley rolled her eyes. "It's not like that. You wouldn't understand anyways." She crossed her arms and continued drinking, facing away from Lilly.
Lilly, on the other hand, was seething greatly. So Miley was just going to use some random guy to make the guy that she likes to make him jealous?! How childish was that! If that ever happened, Lilly was thankful it didn't. She would've never made the negotiation to get her house back. "Argh! You're so infuriating!"
"Back at ya," Miley said.
"Argh!" Lilly crossed her arms and the boat shook as she nosily turned around.
"Shit, Lilly, don't do that!" Miley yelped. Lilly turned around and smirked.
"Oh this?" Lilly jumped on the ship back and forth, the small sailboat started to tilt back and forth. Miley quickly grasped the sail's pole.
"Shoot! I just told you not to do that!" Miley growled and Lilly stopped. At least she knew her limits until she had to stop.
"Fine."
Lilly kept on contemplating about Miley's potential reason of her sudden engagement. It was utterly greedy of her to do that, and Lilly would feel sad for the man who had to marry Miley. She knows how controlling Miley is, but all she had to keep on thinking was the reward: she's getting her house back, she's getting her house back.
"God, Lilly," Miley huffed. Lilly raised an eyebrow. What now? "Geez, you know what you are? You're such a childish person." Lilly gaped. "After I yell at you, you just shut up instantly and continue with whatever you're doing from before."
Me? Childish? Lilly was the last thing from childish! Miley was the one who was childish! What the hell?!
"Childish?!" Lilly squeaked. She shut her eyes, breathed in through the nose, exhaled out her mouth. "You think I'm childish huh?" Miley nodded. "Well, we'll see about that."
"What?"
But before Miley could question any further, she saw Lilly inching closer to her. She was tousling her hair against the wind and made a seductive-like (what?!) look. Miley blinked and noticed what the blonde woman was doing.
"Lilly, what are you doing? Lilly, stop. Stop it now." Lilly ignored her and started unbuttoning her shirt. Miley could see the lining of her orange bikini top. "We're not married for real, remember?"
Again, Lilly shook her head and did a small hair flip. Miley gulped and started to move backward. "H-hey, we're in a contract. Remember the rules?"
Lilly stopped. "Since when do you care?" Then she resumed. "Aw c'mon honey, we're basically husband and wife. Don't you think we need some quality time together now?" She was halfway through unbuttoning her shirt and Miley panicked. She chucked her red wine on Lilly's polo shirt.
"Ha!" Miley threw the plastic wine cup to the middle of the boat and stood up straighter, confident that she broke Lilly's stride.
"Well, that's gonna leave a stain." Lilly tsked. "It was my favorite shirt, too," she sighed and mockingly shook her head. Miley bit her lip. "Oh well, I guess I should throw this away now." Finally, she unbuttoned the last white button. Lilly held the bottom of her shirt, playfully opening it up slowly. "Are you scared?"
"N-no! I'm not scared. I never get scared." Miley stepped back slowly. "Lilly stop! Lilly, find yourself. What are you trying to do?"
"This." In one swift move, she jerked herself and flashed her swimsuit to Miley, causing her to back up against the boat's railing, making her fall off the sailboat. "Ha!"
Miley flailed her arms, trying to reach the surface. Lilly watched her and mockingly laughed at her. "Childish my ass! Next time, don't mess with me."
As she was about to walk away, she heard a strangled gurgling sound beneath her. She stopped walking and watched Miley.
"I can't swim!" The brunette gurgled, trying to find herself to reach the surface. "I can't –" Miley gurgled the rest of the sentence as she went down the water.
Wide-eyed, Lilly panicked. "Miley!" No response. "Miley!" Nothing. Shit.
By instinct, Lilly dove straight into the water, headed right towards Miley's direction. The water wasn't clear, since she had to squint because of her contacts. Ten feet away from her, she could see a mass of bubbles and a dark figure moving awkwardly in the water. Instantly, she swam quickly and grabbed Miley by the waist. Right when she did, Miley stopped moving her arms and her head dropped back to Lilly's direction. She brought both of them up to the surface and heaved a deep breath, paddling towards the boat.
With all of her strength that was left, she pushed Miley up to the boat's platform on the stern. She pushed herself up and brought her ear next to Miley's chest. Her heartbeat was faint.
Lilly didn't know what to do next. Maybe it was a bad idea to ditch CPR class, she quickly thought. She always watched on it TV, especially on Baywatch, how Pamela Anderson and David Hasselhoff do their CPR. But Lilly couldn't trust herself to do it. Instead, she slapped Miley's face lightly and yelled her name.
"Miley?!" Shit, what the hell did I just do? "Miley! Wake up!" Nothing yet. God damn it. "Miley!" Lilly smacked her cheek and Miley finally coughed. Water overflowed to the sides of her mouth. Exhaling, Lilly relaxed and knelt back down.
Crap it. Today was just not a good day for her.
Moments after Miley got her consciousness back, Lilly gave her a dry towel and let her sit on the cushioned seats. Lilly felt guilty for taking the joke too far and decided to apologize.
She changed into another polo, a clean one that's still unbuttoned, and sat next to Miley. Awkward was the word Lilly was looking for. It was beginning to get slightly windy, and their hair was down and wet. To make sure she wasn't sick, Lilly put a hand on Miley's forehead to check her temperature. Miley smacked it away.
"Hey! I was just checking your temperature!"
"Fuck you! I almost died because of you, damn it! What the hell was wrong with you?" Miley fixed her towel and wrapped it around herself again.
So much for the sincere apology. "Look, I'm sorry, but I just saved your life! Excuse you, Ms. Bitchy. Sheesh." Lilly crossed her arms and looked straight ahead. "I would at least like a thanks from you."
"For what? Thanks for making me drown?! God!"
"You're so conceited! I just apologized and I don't get a thanks. Wow." Miley growled and clenched her fists. Lilly scoffed. "y'know, you should be thankful that I didn't leave you there. I really should've though." Lilly stood up and walked over to the steering wheel. "Life…it shouldn't be considered so lightly. So be thankful."
Miley made a face behind the other girl's back. She made me drown! I almost died because of her. God. Be thankful, my ass.
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Lilly second guessed about saving Miley. She really did. If Miley weren't here, then she would have had to carry all the crap to their cabin. She couldn't believe that Miley used her own words so lightly. Right when they got back to the shore, Miley directly ordered Lilly to carry all their belongings. Halfway back to their cabin, Miley snorted and teased her, saying, "You shouldn't consider life too lightly." God damn her to hell. Lilly really shouldn't have saved her.
Miley opened the door, but didn't hold it open for Lilly. So, she kicked it open and dropped all of the junk near the small dining table. Using the shower was the first Lilly wanted to do, but of course, Miley beat her to it and almost forty minutes later she was done. When Lilly got into the shower, she couldn't even see herself in the mirror. Everything was fogged up. Damn Miley for not opening up the stupid window.
After Lilly was done with her shower, Miley was already lying on the middle of the king sized bed, reading a magazine from the bedside stand. Great, Lilly thought. I totally forgot about the bed problem.
"Well?" she questioned, standing on one side of the bed. Miley just looked at her blankly.
"Yea?" Lilly motioned her head towards the bed. "I've decided that you're gonna sleep outside in the backyard."
"What?" Lilly gaped.
"Out. There." Miley pointed her hand to the left, to where the patio doors were leading back out. "You see that there? You can either sleep on the hammock or on the cushioned recliner. Whichever is your choice."
"How-how can I sleep outside?"
Miley sighed dramatically and set down the magazine on her lap. "God, sleeping is sleeping! Why do you complain so much?" The brunette resumed reading her magazine and left Lilly alone to contemplate where she was going to sleep for the night.
Sleep outside? What the hell was she thinking? Maybe this was her pay back, but this was way too much. Lilly could get sick sleeping outside! There must be another way, Lilly concluded.
She tried sleeping in the bathtub, but it just didn't work. At all. So she moved to a chair next to a desk where the lamp and the resort's complimentary pens and notepads were placed. It was comfortable, but only for awhile. Miley only gave her a little square pillow, which didn't really give her much help. Finally, with no other choice, she went outside.
She tried to lie down on the hammock, but she couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in. Every time she moved, the hammock swung and she was scared to flip around and fall face first on the dirt floor. One last chance, Lilly thought as she moved to the cushioned recliner. She didn't like it. It was dirty. And she thought that a private island resort would clean everything. Wrong. There was a small towel laid beside her and she used it as a blanket. It was useless. The towel went until her shins and her feet were getting cold. The fuzzy socks were not working. And not only was it cold, but moths and mosquitoes were attracted to the light coming from inside the room. She got bitten by the damned insects at least five times.
Irritated by the moths flying around her and the mosquitoes biting her, she chose to go back and take back her king-sized bed, no matter what Miley says. Screw her.
"What are you doing in here?" Miley was about to turn off the lights until Lilly was standing at the foot of the bed, hands on hips. "You scared to sleep outside or something?" she teased. "What, you'd rather sleep on the floor? 'Cause I don't mind at all." Lilly glared at Miley while she grinned. "Or what? You wanna sleep here," Miley patted on the covers. She tauntingly teased the blonde as she rubbed the soft material under her hands. "The bed's wide enough to fit the both of us," she said. Patting the bed, she made a mocking face. "C'mere," she winked, smiling wholly. "C'mon, we're basically husband and wife." Lilly rolled her eyes. She's using her words all over again. "C'mon sweetie, I won't bite."
Lilly sighed exaggeratingly, and walked back outside. No way in hell would she sleep in the same bed with that kind of person. She'd rather be bitten by mosquitoes than sleep next to her.
Too bad that opinion only lasted a short five minutes. Frustrated, Lilly strode back in and stood at the front of the bed.
She kicked the bed begrudgingly. "Ugh, what the hell do you want now?!" Miley yelled. She was already lying down, nearly half-asleep.
Lilly said nothing except taking off her sweatshirt, revealing her cami. Lilly doesn't exactly like wearing a bra when she sleeps. She needs her babies to breathe once in awhile, and that could only be during the night. Miley wide-eyed and sat up straighter.
"What the hell are you doing?" Miley questioned, rubbing her eyes.
"What? I've decided to take in your advice and just sleep with you." Lilly fluttered her eyes. "After all," Lilly imitated her from before, "we're basically husband and wife."
Speechless, Miley gaped as Lilly started to crawl onto the bed, starting from her legs. This-this is unnecessary! What the hell is she doing?! But before Miley could compute what was going on, Lilly was already straddling Miley's thighs.
"C'mon, honey, don't you want some?" Lilly leaned down as Miley covered her chest by crossing her arms in an X form. "Are you scared again?"
Miley grunted as she pushed Lilly off of her and Lilly lied facing up to the ceiling inches away to Miley. "Hmm, it's so comfortable." She readjusted herself and giggled. "Don't you think so?"
Miley gaped. Not only was this chick dumb enough to do this, but she was wearing a cami without a freaking bra and was wearing a pair of boyfriend boxers (which Miley knows it's a pair from Aerie's). And she attempted to seduce her. Again! Some nerve she has. No way was she going to let this happen. Lilly was not going to have the advantage again.
Miley ripped off her hoodie and showed off her sports bra she was wearing underneath. She lied back down on her side, but only to put a leg and an arm across Lilly's legs and stomach. "Sorry, but I just need my room. I'm a bit of a cuddler, I hope you don't mind." Miley brought herself closer to Lilly as her front was smushed against Lilly's right side.
Lilly froze, but played with the game. This was war, and Lilly is not going to lose this time. "Sure! I might be of a drooler, so I hope you don't mind about that either." Miley tried to hide her disgusted face. "Don't worry, I don't bite either." Then Lilly put her free leg on top of Miley's. Their legs were entangled as with their arms. It had to be the most awkward position Lilly has ever been in a long time.
"You shouldn't be taking me so lightly now, eh?" Lilly grabbed the other girl's wrist before she could get punched in the face. Seconds later, they were playing Mercy with their bodies.
"Get –" Miley struggled to push Lilly's arms out of her face –"off!"
"Hey!"
Both girls sat up quickly, panting after a physical fight of Mercy. Lilly was working a good sweat going against Miley. But as if that was enough, Miley took a hand behind Lilly's neck and one hand on a shoulder, and pulled her towards her face. Lilly muscled up and sat strongly in her place, unmoved. Defiantly, she put her chin up, shocking Miley for a split second.
Lilly just wanted to go to sleep. Why the hell did they have to do all this shit? Lilly blinked twice as Miley slapped her other hand to Lilly's neck, bringing in her closer. She then tilted her neck, slowly moving forward to Lilly's disgusted face.
Back and forth, they struggled. One wanted to pucker up and kiss while the other held her place and bit her lips together. Lilly squinted until she couldn't take it anymore.
"God! Fine!" Lilly whacked the other girl's hands away from her neck and got up from the bed, quickly taking her sweatshirt that was crumpled up on the floor. "Argh!"
Miley breathed out and did the same. Exaggerating grunts were exchanged as Lilly walked out to the back and slammed the patio door.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!" Lilly screamed as she squirmed around in her seat. Stupid Miley had to do that stupid shit… She can't take it anymore! If she had the strength to swim across the ocean back to Malibu, she would.
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Breakfast the next morning was just how Lilly expected it to be. She ate in the backyard, Miley ate inside. There easy. Sleeping outside wasn't exactly all that bad in the end. The damn mosquitoes stopped biting her after about an hour she stayed outside. The moths were just there.
When the two girls were getting ready, if one glance was given, they'd scoff and roll their eyes or flip each other off when the other turned around. The feeling was mutual and they could do nothing to change it, really.
Mike knocked forty minutes after they ate their breakfast, and he, too, could also feel the uneasy tension between the couple. He didn't go into much detail about their schedule that they were going to do that day. It just consisted of them going swimming in the resort's pool (optional), kayaking, and/or diving. Since Lilly couldn't do the former or the latter, the kayaking was the only thing they could do together. Boy, were they excited to do that.
But first Miley wanted to tan, so Lilly waited inside the room. With nothing else to do, she took out a piece of paper and began to doodle. Hating Miley was the primary thing on her mind, so she decided to deface a picture of Miley with a gap, acne, freckles, and messy hair, which was obviously, Lilly noticed, the complete opposite of what she is now.
Just after an hour of tanning both her front and back side, Miley saw Lilly sitting on the dinner table, bored out of her mind. She honestly couldn't explain why she did all of that last night, but Lilly was just really, really bugging her that day. Not to mention that she freaking drowned her by pushing her into the water! Okay, so maybe she didn't push her into the ocean, but still…
Still, nothing. A small conscience told her that she should probably thank her for saving her life, and that it wasn't Lilly's fault for pushing – no, she didn't push – her into the water. She was just joking. Both girls were on each other's toes that day and a chain of unlucky events just coincidentally had to happen on that day.
So maybe Miley should do something. Show that she's thankful, but not at once, because she doesn't want Lilly to make fun of her later on. But what?
A bell rang inside her head. And it literally rang outside their fenced yard. She didn't know if it was a coincidence, or what, but she found her idea.
Lilly blew her hair out of her face, but then it ended up going back to its previous place, tickling her. This was gay. She just wanted to fuck this shit out and just screw it all. Just screw it. A part of her, a very small part of her, was actually looking forward to this vacation. But of course, something always has to bring it down. Damn Miley. God, no matter what Lilly wants to do to her, she just couldn't. Her energy was just gone and so was her patience. It's pathetic, she thought ruefully.
She finally stopped drawing her picture of Miley and sighed. Yes, apparently life could get so boring that she'd rather be dead. Wow.
"Hey, I'm gonna go now. You still gonna sleep here?"
Lilly looked up as her chin was set on the table, her body slouching against the table. She simply ignored her and closed her eyes.
"I'm gonna go sneak out and go do something else than kayaking. I thought you'd want to go around the island?"
No response yet again.
"Fine. If you don't want to, you don't have to. It'll be really fun and it's good to get some exercise once in awhile." Miley turned on her heel and slowly headed out the door. She heard a distinctive thud behind her and saw that Lilly wasn't sitting on the dining table anymore.
Plan A worked, Miley began checking through her checklist mentally. Plan B was having to do something with hoping that Lilly wouldn't mind doing. Miley thought that she wouldn't, since she was sporty. Or so she assumed.
By the time Lilly got out without her disguise, she looked pretty surprised to see two bikes resting against the wall. When she got out the door, she looked happier than before, possibly for not having to wear her costume, since they were sneaking out behind Mike's back, but then her face just changed in an instant as she saw the bikes.
"You know how to ride one?" Miley asked as she was sitting on her own Scwhinn bike.
"Sure…" Miley could hear the voice on uncertainty ring out. She raised an eyebrow. "Well I have, but I haven't recently. It's been awhile."
"Whoa. Hold up. Girl who saved my life and can swim say what?" Lilly smiled and Miley nodded. "Alright then. I'll teach you, I guess."
It'll be easy, she thought. Yea fucking right. Lilly fell at least more than three times and the bike scratched Miley at least a billion times as she tried to show Lilly how to pedal and steer at the same time while regaining her balance. Teaching grown people to do something was not an easy task. Especially when it was to Lilly. Frick, Miley just wanted to kick the damned bike and make them walk around the whole island instead. Patience, Miley patience. But it just won't come. They were at this for the longest time!
"God, are you a freaking idiot?! Do you not know how to freaking steer a freaking bike?!"
Lilly glared at her. "I said it's been awhile! I don't even own a bike! Jesus!"
Miley fanned herself from the heat. She was burning, even if she was wearing a tank top with a pair of short shorts. "Bird brain," she muttered under her breath.
"Excuse me?"
"You're a freaking bird brain, damn it!" Miley went around and stood behind Lilly. She put her hands on the bottom of her seat, ready to push. "This time, do well."
Lilly curled her lip and rolled her eyes. She began to pedal slowly as her arms twitched, going left and right. It felt like something was controlling her arms or something. Dang, this was harder than swimming! "Don't push too hard!"
Too late. The bike lost its balance and Lilly fell with it, down to the hard concrete. Miley sighed and put her hands on her hips. Then she heard sobbing. Pathetic little sobs. Miley looked down at Lilly who was cradling her knee.
"Let me see." The brunette squatted down and inspected Lilly's injury. "It's just a scrape! Big deal!"
Lilly violently shook her head. What a child, Miley thought. "No! It's not just that!"
"Then why the hell are you crying?"
"Argh, god! To be called stupid, and to be insulted for no freaking reason! And honestly, I don't even know why I'm here, on some secret island!" Lilly droned on and on as Miley observed her. Her cries became more and more pathetic. With no other choice, Miley came up with the only remedy.
"Don't cry," she deadpanned. "And don't cry so loud! What if Mike or someone else sees us?" But that only made things worse. Miley looked around and put her head in her hands. "I'll buy you some ice cream."
Lilly wiped her face. "You think I'm joking? You think I'm some little kid who needs some stupid reward to make me feel better, huh?" She sniffed loudly and stomped the floor. "Jesus, get your head screwed on right!"
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"One vanilla and one strawberry, please." She took out her wallet and handed three dollars in Fijian money. The trade was done and she gave Lilly the pink ice cream. Lilly took it gratefully and whisked away before Miley could see her face. But Miley knew that she was right. Ice cream really does make things better.
They decided to take Miley's bike. Lilly sat on the pannier rack while Miley steered and pedaled the bike towards their destination. They didn't go far until they reached a small village of little cafés and bakeries with the beach alongside.
Little tents were set, just like the shops down on Venice Beach, Lilly thought. Unique antiques and sterling of Fiji were lined up one by one. They all looked better on the table rather than on her. But Miley wanted to buy one sterling bracelet and ring for each of them and Lilly undeniably wanted one, too.
So Lilly got the moon design and Miley got the star design, because, quote – I'm the star in real life – unquote. Lilly couldn't believe that she did say that, but she did. After all, it was Miley.
Hours and hours of walking down the aisle of tents, Lilly suggested that they should go see the sunset by the beach. Miley agreed and pedaled both of them down the sidewalk until they reached a nice little wooden bench next to the sidewalk and in front of the people going back and forth the sidewalk behind them.
Fatigue struck Lilly quicker before she can yawn and her eyes began to droop. Tiredly, she thought that today, overall, was a miracle. She finally realized that she and Miley finally got along, and fought only on the little unimportant things that in the end, they'd both agree on the same thing. It was weird for her at first, but it felt really, really nice later on. And Miley made her laugh. Like, seriously, laugh until her stomach cramped up.
She blinked a few times to notice that they were touching each other without killing each other. It was nice. Her head was tucked in Miley's neck and in-between the girl's head and tender shoulder. Lilly smiled softly. Her eyes felt heavy again.
She was more than thankful to realize what she was feeling before she went to sleep. She hasn't felt like this in a long time.
That feeling of being able to connect and converse with someone so freely, it almost gave her a happy death. Yes. That feeling of possibly, maybe, gaining a new friend.
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He had that feeling in his gut again. This was the umpteenth time that he excused himself to the bathroom. Mikayla and the director thought it would be a good idea for him to go back home and let him rest it off. But home…He has no home. He was always continually moving from place to place to place. First he was in Malibu, then he was in Kansas City. Then he moved to Canada, and with no other choice, he moved to Europe for the time being. After he was done filming, he would most likely move back to Malibu. Possibly somewhere near Miley's new place.
But that was impossible. Miley's married. To some guy named Ian. Ian. Does Miley know any guy named Ian? Jake would've known who Ian was beforehand.
And that sudden confirmation of Miley, as Hannah, getting married to Ian in a matter of weeks stunned him. That wasn't exactly the way Miley behaves.
Something's up, he concluded. Something's wrong. That sudden engagement, all the publicity stuff…There's something fishy about it, but he can't place his finger on it.
But someday, when he gets that time, Jake Ryan will most definitely find out what's going on.
Yea. I dunno. Wow. I'll leave the comments up to you.
Oh, and I won't be updating this quickly again. Just to let you know. Nor will I write the chapters as long as this one. For me, this chapter was really long to write. I neglected my school work to write this chapter for you. Alright. That's all. Leave your thoughts, please?