I think this took me too long to update! How dare I!!

Anyway, here goes you chapter.

First Date

MIKAYLA'S POV:

"What did the gay cock tell the vagina?"- Shane commences placing his shake on the table. He licks the remnants of the liquid and flashed a cocky smile.

"…"- The boys and I were at a Shake and Stake. When Nate invited me I thought it would be a good Idea. Better than staying home and mourning Miley at least. Besides, what's better than my best friends to lift my spirits up?

"You crack… me up."-Shane bursts out laughing. Alone, may I add?

"Dude, you outdid Mikayla's popcorn joke."-Nate replies monotone. Did I mention I adore him? Well I do…even if he doesn't like my popcorn joke. I bet Mr. Stewart would love it.

"You don't get it…? If the vagina were a butt crack he would be up."-Do I hear crickets?

"You seriously need a girlfriend."- I frowned at the mention of this. I needed one too. Way to ruin my happiness Kevin! I don't need to think about Miley right now.

"As if, do you have one?"

Miley said, I quote, "I don't want a girlfriend;" therefore I don't need to think about her anymore. And I won't. I won't.

"I bet I could get one before you any time of the day. No girl can resist the Kevin charm."

I know it's going to be, considering how I haven't done anything but think about her since yesterday. Why did she have to kiss me? I lick my lips replaying the scene in my head… her soft mouth on mines, my hand in her slightly messed up hair.

"Yeah, whatever."-Nate grabs my hands tightly making our eyes meet. "Why don't we go see the new store that opened?"

"Dude, thank! I almost forgot. I so wanted to go there. Let's go."-I hear Nate grumble a bit and he lets go of my hand. Dumb old Kevin how did he even pass third grade? We all stand up and dispose of our garbage.

"Thank you."-Kevin jumps back startled.

"Oh my god that trash can talks."-we all laugh and walk out the restaurant that leads to the mall entrance. I know, I know; a Steak and shake at the mall, awesome. Nate holds the door for me and afterwards I hug him by his waist. I felt him hold his breath as I did so. I think Nate might have a slight crush on me. Just maybe.

JACKSON'S POV:

Ok, question number one:

Do you worry constantly on how you are dressed?

-Well, yeah I mean that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Dad does the same thing.

2. Do you spend more than 15 minutes fixing your hair?

-Yes, approximately half an hour. It just has to be perfect.

3. Have you ever tried on girls clothing EVER?

-Well, dad bought Miley this amazing skirt once. I just wanted to see if it was comfy, that's all.

4. Have you ever had a girlfriend that was faithful?

-Have I even had a girlfriend before? No.

5. Do you look down when you masturbate?

-OMG, what kind of questions are these?

"Let's see these answers already…"-I clicked on 'see results.'

You are REALLY gay, stay the fuck away from me, you gay homo.

What the hell was that? I hate these freaking quizzes. Stupid homophobe! I wonder if Oliver will react this way. I know he's not gay but…STOP! Wait a sec. I am not gay just because of some online test and I kind of have a crush on Oliver. It only means that I am confused.

Aw, confused my ass. I'm a nineteen year old adult I don't get confused; I'm gay.

"Jackson!"-Shit. Miley again!

"What do you want?"-I reply disconnecting the computer."-no wonder I have to get so many lew computers.

"Where the hell did you put my freaking magazines?"-That porn crap?

"I don't have you playboy magazines, Miley."-she gets mad, her eyes red.

"I've told you about a million times to STOP looking for you fucking socks in my room."

"Why the hell are you pissed about that crap anyways? You do have a girlfriend."-To this she storms out of my room.

Maybe I should do that test again.

NATE'S POV:

I hope Miley didn't do anything to her because I'll kill her. Look at her. She looks like she's been prognosticated with a serious disease; love. I know what she's going through, we, unfortunately share the same aching pain that consu-

"Hey, what's wrong with her?"-I hear Kevin whisper pointing at a bummed out Mikayla who signs a few autographs. She's usually so enthusiastic when she's with her fans. Fucking Miley. I move towards her without even replying.

I try to get her attention but before I could a little girl approaches me ecstatic. "OMG, could you please sign my hand?"

"Sure."-Mikayla now took notice of my presence and smiled lightly. My heart did a cartwheel on my and my lungs had long retired. Why lesbian? WHY?

"Are you there?"-The little girl waves a hand in front of me and my brain starts functioning again. I take the Sharpie and scribble something in her hand. I grab Mikayla's hand and pull her away from the swarm of fans. I really wish Big Rob were here right now; at least this way I'd know our lives would be out of danger.

I pull Mikayla in to a random sore. Come to look at it…crap. We're in Victoria's Secret. I look to the left and paparazzo takes a picture of Mikayla and me holding hands…in a lingerie store. She then bursts into tears her soft hair in my chest. I walk her over a more secluded side of a store and we sit in a big couch that looks comfy but is probably stuffed with rusty nails. I can't even feel my bums.

"What's wrong?"-I wipe the tear that lies on her lips as an excuse to caress her bottom lip.

She just keeps crying until she gets three words out. "I'm so dumb."

"Tweety, you know that's not true."-I now put my hands on top of hers. Just for the record we DO have dumb little nicknames; Mines is Wubsy. I won't get into details as to why she calls me that but I call her Tweety because her lips are just like the naughty little bird's lips.

"She didn't want me as her girlfriend Nate. She only wanted me as a 'friend with benefits'"-My face went completely red.

"What a fuck tart! What's wrong with her? I can't even believe you're crying over her."-she sniffs and wipes her eyes trailing her mascara onto her cheeks.

"You're right, but I really like her Nate. I love her"- Of course she does. That's the least I expected. I can't say it doesn't hurt like a bitch, but I'm glad that she's happy. In fact, I think I've never been this happy. Note the sarcasm.

"So, she didn't ask you to be her girlfriend?"-I asked trying to hide the glee in me.

She shakes her head and I pull her head back to my chest. "It's best if you forget about her then,"-before I can continue her sobs interrupt me.

"I can't, Nate."

"Tweety, why are you so stubborn? Forget her. She doesn't need you then, why do you? You are a billion times prettier than she is. You can go out with any other girl."-She stands up proud and nods.

"You're right, Nate. It's her loss anyways."-I smile.

"That's my Tweety; now let's go get you something hot to wear."

"Why?"-she asks a little puzzled. Damn, she caught me. I only wanted to see her trying out cute outfits. Nate, think of something fast!

"Um…so she can know what she's missing!"-I kiss her cheek humorously.

"Well, I have been looking for an excuse to buy that outfit at Hollister."-She smiles mischievously and drags me out the store.

MIKAYLA'S POV:

I stood in front of my mirror ready.

"You look great."-Nate murmured stunned. I catwalked towards him and posed full of coquetry

"You think?"-She nodded effusively. There's a certain sparkle in his eyes. I think he definitely likes me. I'm not trying to be conceded but, the way he acts around me I just so different from how he acts with everyone else. I think it's time to tell him I won't ever lik-

"You are going to break tons of hearts tonight."- Unfortunately his being one of those.

"Yeah, thanks. Nate do you-" I'm interrupted again this time by my phone.

"Hello?"-I hate when I don't look at my caller id.

"Mikayla? It's me, Lilly."- I look over at Nate who is now laying on my bed a picture of us ten years ago in his hands.

"Good night Lilly."-

"No, no, no, please hear me out. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that, so…randomly but I, I really like you Mikayla."

"I don't know what to say Lilly"-Nate mouths something to me. "What?'-I whisper and he puts the phone on speaker.

"You don't have to say anything, Mikayla. Just go out with me tonight."

"Go out? As in a date?" Nate pinches me for being such a simpleton. I whine a little hurt.

"Yes Mikayla, as in a date."

"I um…"-Nate nods at me over ecstatic. Maybe he doesn't like me after all.

"Mikayla, I'm not playing games with you I would really like to have something with you."

"…"-why can't Miley think like her?

"Please give me one chance, I'm begging you."-Darn it. I can't say no when she's begging.

"Okay, Lilly; One chance."-I hear a light squeal.

"I'll pick you up at 9:00."- Well, that's a little late but ok.

"See you then."-I close the phone and look at Nate who has a smiled tattooed on his face. Who gets boy anyways. I throw a pillow at his face.

So, what do you guys think? You have to tell me. Ooh and please review I HAVE been trying to put a lot on this chapter. Anyways. I'm not a fan of Likayla or whatever you guys call it. (A clue, a clue) This might not be a Likayla. I don't know yet. What do you guys think?