Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!!!

Pulling into Miley's driveway, Lilly nervously pulled the key out of the ignition and played with them before she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She had taken the extra car her mom owned in case of emergencies so she wouldn't have to borrow Miley's car. Lilly wanted this to be a special night for Miley and having to borrow her car would embarrass the blonde beyond measure.

She went up to Miley's door and hesitated before she softly knocked on the front door. When no one came, she knocked harder and she heard the pounding of feet on stairs before the door was yanked open to reveal a breathless Miley standing in the doorframe. "Hey, um, I need to finish getting dressed, do you wanna come in and wait while I finish up?" she asked.

"Sure," Lilly whispered, her eyes sweeping over Miley's body. The brunette was wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top that showed her tan, toned arms and showed off the curve of her body. The blonde stepped inside the front entryway and Miley closed the door behind her, running up the stairs as she yelled that she would be done in thirty seconds.

"Miles!"

Lilly jumped in surprise as Miley's dad appeared in the entryway seemingly from out of nowhere. He looked away from the stairs and blinked at her in surprise.

"Oh, it's Lilly, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Lilly said shyly, and she took his extended hand, shaking it firmly.

"You're taking my daughter out on a date tonight, aren't you?" he asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, um, I'm taking her to Tra di Noi, she does like Italian, doesn't she?" Lilly asked anxiously.

"Tra di Noi?" Miley's dad asked in surprise. "Isn't that expensive?"

"Price isn't an issue."

"I see," he said, nodding absentmindedly.

"Then we're going to a movie afterwards," Lilly said. "She should be home by eleven, but if she isn't, I'll either have her call you or I'll call you myself to tell you. Eleven is good, right?"

"Hey, Lilly, you don't have to be nervous," he laughed, making her instantly relax. "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: Miley really likes you. You could take her to Burger King and then take her to a birthday for a five-year-old and she would be talking about this date all week and how amazing it was. She hasn't stopped talking about you since she met you and I doubt that she'll ever stop talking about you. So relax a little. And I'm not going to bite your head off. I like you and that isn't going to change unless you hurt my little girl."

"Dad, please, don't give her the talk," Miley said, coming down the stairs. Lilly turned and gaped at her. The brunette was wearing a black skirt that showed off her tanned legs and a green shirt with sleeves that went down just past her elbows. A beautiful jade necklace was around her neck and a bracelet dangled from her wrist as she walked towards Lilly, her teeth a brilliant white against her tan skin.

"You look gorgeous," Lilly breathed.

"Thank you, you do, too," Miley said, a blush spreading across her face.

Lilly glanced down at her own outfit, a pair of black slacks and a red top. "No, you definitely look more beautiful," the blonde said.

"Okay, you two lovebirds get going," Miley's dad said, rolling his eyes. "Call me when you get to the movies and when you're on your way home. Have a good time!"

"Mr. Stewart, thank you for allowing me to take Miley out tonight," Lilly said sincerely, giving him a hesitant smile as she once again shook his hand. He just smiled at her, shook his head, and waved for her to leave with Miley.

"My dad didn't give you too much trouble, did he?" Miley asked anxiously as Lilly opened the door of her car for her to get in. She walked around to the other side and got in the driver's seat, putting the key in the ignition and starting the car.

"No, we were just talking," Lilly said, looping an arm around the back of Miley's seat as she turned to look out the back window as she backed out of the driveway. "He says that he likes me, but I'm not too sure about that."

"He really does like you," Miley said, making Lilly glance over at her in surprise. "He was really surprised when you didn't say anything about me being Hannah Montana when we had our little… tiff, but he's really impressed. And he likes you better than he's ever liked anyone else I've dated."

"Wow, really?" Lilly asked in amazement.

"Yeah, and he's going to be even more impressed now that you've thanked him for letting him take me out," Miley said, rolling her eyes. "It's going to be all he's going to be talking about for a while. Then he's going to be telling me and Jackson that that's how we should act around other people and how we should respect them and it's just going to be a pain in the butt."

"I could try to be rude the next time I pick you up," Lilly offered, making Miley laugh. "It shouldn't be too hard. I'll just ignore him."

"No, I would much rather that he gave us long lectures and liked you for being polite," Miley said. "Wait, is this where we're going?" she asked as Lilly pulled into the parking lot of Tra di Noi.

"Yeah, Italian is okay, right?" Lilly asked as she parked the car.

"Of course, it's just… Lilly, this restaurant is really expensive," Miley said as Lilly got out and opened her car door for her.

"As I told your dad, price isn't an issue," Lilly said with a smile. "Don't worry about anything. Tonight is all about you."

"Lilly…."

"Really, Miles, don't worry about it," Lilly whispered as she opened the door of the restaurant for Miley and laced their fingers together. The host stepped forward eagerly, holding two menus in his hands.

"Do you have reservations?" he asked.

"Yes, under Truscott," Lilly said, and the host's eyes widened.

"Miss Truscott, it's a pleasure to see you again," he said quickly. "Is there a table you would prefer to sit at?"

"No, just whatever you have," Lilly said. The host's smile faltered for a second before he quickly recovered, nodding as he turned around and led them to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant, away from the rest of the tables and from the hectic noise that permeated the dining atmosphere.

"Here you are," he said, and Lilly pulled out a chair for Miley, waiting for her to sit down before she sat down herself.

"Will Mrs. Truscott be joining you?" the host asked.

"No, it's just the two of us," Lilly said as she picked up the menu in front of her.

"Okay, your waiter will be with you shortly," the host said, bowing himself away from the table. Miley looked at her curiously and Lilly sighed.

"I suppose you're wondering how they know me here," she said.

"Well, sort of," Miley whispered. "I mean, they're treating you like you're royalty. Is there something I should know? Are you, like, heir to an enormous fortune or something?"

"Sort of," Lilly said, and Miley stared at her expectantly. "Okay, my mom owns a couple companies, so she has to travel a lot, but whenever she's in town, we usually go out at least once for a meal and we've been here a couple times. The food is really good and the servers have learned that if we get really good service, then she tips really well, and if we don't get good service, then she complains to management and someone gets fired. They automatically assume that the same goes for me since I've never been here without her."

"What companies does your mom own?"

"Some music labels and stuff like that," Lilly said. "I'm sorry, but do you mind if we don't talk about your mom? It's just… we don't have the best relationship in the world and I don't really like to talk about it."

"Of course," Miley said. She tentatively picked up the menu in front of her and opened it, her eyes widening as she saw the prices of the food. Lilly watched her with an amused smile, raising an eyebrow when the brunette looked up with her mouth gaping open in astonishment.

"Would you like to order your own appetizer or do you want to share something?" she asked Miley.

"Lilly, are you sure…?"

"Miley, please, stop worrying, you're starting to worry me," Lilly said. "Would you rather share an appetizer?"

"Yeah, I think that'd be best," Miley said, sighing. "Um, do you have anything in mind? I really don't know what to order."

"I was looking at the Bruschetta Con Gamberi Alla Griglia," Lilly said, setting her menu down and pointing to the item she was talking about. "It's grilled bread topped with cherry tomatoes, basil, garlic, grilled shrimp, lemon and olive oil. Does that sound okay to you? I've had it once before and it tasted really good."

"Okay, and I thought that the Lasagna Bolognese looked really good," Miley said.

"It's delicious," Lilly said, grinning. "But I thinking I'm going to have the Ravioli Rosa. I've never had that before, which is surprising considering that I love ravioli."

A young man with a notepad and a pencil walked up to their table. "Good evening, my name is Michel and I will be serving you today," he said. "May I get you some drinks?"

"Uh, yeah, may I have just water?" Lilly asked.

"Of course," he said, scribbling something down on his notepad. "And you?" he asked, turning to Miley.

"Um, may I have a cherry coke, please?" the brunette asked shyly.

"Yes, of course," Michel said, scribbling down another note on his notepad. "Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I think we can order," Lilly said, glancing at Miley for confirmation. The brunette nodded. "Okay, um, for appetizers, we're going to share the Bruschetta Con Gamberi Alla Griglia, and for the main course, I'll have the Ravioli Rosa."

"And I'll have the Lasagna Bolognese," Miley said, folding up her menu and setting it on top of Lilly's folded menu.

"Will that be all for now?" he asked, taking the menus.

"Yes, thank you," Lilly said, smiling as he bowed himself away. She leaned forward on the table and looked at Miley. "So what's up between you and Paige?" she asked.

Over the past week, Lilly had been able to feel the tension between Paige and Miley whenever the three of them were together, which was mostly during the art lessons at Pepperdine. Lilly could tell that Miley was doing her best not to get in an argument with the younger girl, but it was like Paige was making an effort to step on Miley's toes. There had been multiple times when she had interrupted when Miley was talking to Lilly in order to pull the blonde away to her easel and ask her what she thought of her art. Lilly hadn't known what to do.

"I honestly have no idea," Miley admitted. "She just seems to have a vendetta against me. I've never met her in my life and I don't think I've ever spoken a word to her and I know I haven't said anything about her that could make her hate me. She just… seems to naturally hate me and I have no idea why. Where do you know her from?"

"One of the days I skipped class to paint, she was in Mr. Freidovsky's class and commented on how she liked my painting or something like that," Lilly said, shaking her head. "I can't even remember exactly what she said."

"Well, she seems to want to be permanently attached to you," Miley said.

"Do you think that's it?" Lilly asked. "She could just be jealous of you?"

"It's possible," Miley said, shrugging. "I mean, I'm constantly hanging out with you and there's barely a moment on school when we aren't together. She could have a crush on you."

"On me?" Lilly asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion.

"You make it seem like you're the most disgusting person in the world," Miley laughed. "I don't see why she wouldn't like you. You're smart, beautiful, talented, funny, and… well, you're just Lilly."

"Thanks," Lilly mumbled, looking down at the table as she blushed.

Michel came with their drinks and appetizer, setting the large plate with the food on it in the middle of the table and then two smaller plates and the drinks in front of Miley and Lilly. "Is there anything else you'll be needing?" he asked eagerly. Both Lilly and Miley shook their heads, Lilly entirely focused on the food that had just been set on the table and Miley entirely focused on Lilly. He smiled at them and nodded before walking away.

Lilly divided up the appetizer equally and ate her food surprisingly slowly for her. She managed to keep all the food on her plate or in her mouth, not spilling anything on her clothes. Miley watched her in amusement as she carefully ate, making sure not to spill anything.

"You're too cute," Miley finally said, making Lilly choke in surprise. The blonde managed to get her food down her throat with a drink of water and looked up with wide eyes.

"Why in the world would you say that I'm cute?" Lilly asked.

The brunette shrugged. "You just are," she said, her cheeks flaming red.

"I honestly don't know what to say to that," Lilly admitted.

Twenty minutes later, Michel came back to take away their plate and serve their main dishes. Lilly cleaned her plate efficiently, finishing off what Miley was unable to stomach. When the check came, Lilly didn't allow Miley to look at it, sliding her card into Michel's hand and refusing to tell Miley how much the total meal had cost.

"Are you ready to go?" Lilly asked, standing up.

"Yeah, I think so," Miley said, standing as well. Lilly threw a tip on the table and reached out for Miley's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Come again, Miss Truscott," the host said.

"You know, I think I will," Lilly murmured to Miley, and the brunette smiled.

There you go. Thank you for the reviews from: AllyK00, AlvinFan07, 20kels, dare121, -7RyPtoPh4n-, and Freudian Slips Cause Problems. You guys are awesome. Please keep up the awesome reviews and I'll get the next chapter up next Sunday. Thank you all so much and REVIEW!!!

AThousandTimesMore