AN: This is a tad shorter due to a writer's block :( Don't worry - I know where I'm going with the story, its just getting it to sound right in words. I love all your reviews, especially you guys who review almost every chapter - thanks guys. I'll update as soon as I can, as always. Enjoy :)
Chapter Eleven
That night I lay in my bed unable to sleep. She chose me. Me! I still can't believe it- Miley Stewart loved me back! I was so happy it was unbelievable; my broken heart was finally being healed. After a while, I finally managed to get sleepy but seconds before I did drift into slumber I heard a creak outside my door. Looking across I saw a shadow of feet through the crack under the door. I watched as the shadow moved away then came back, as if pacing back and forth in indecisiveness. I heard a heavy sigh and another creak of the floorboard. Miley?
I tore the covers from me and went to the door; opening it I saw Miley stood in the hall, not facing me and with her hands on her head as if she was about to tear her hair out.
"Miley," I whispered and she spun round, my voice startling her, "What are you doing?" I asked my voice quiet as so not to wake up the rest of the household. She never spoke; she just ran into my room and shut the door behind her. Then without warning, her lips were on mine again. She certainly knew how to surprise a girl. How many times had we kissed today? Not enough!
I kissed her back and held her close to me. She slammed me against the wall and I hoped no one would wake up and check in on us. Her hands were all over me and I shivered as her hands touched the bare skin of my stomach, moaning softly into the kiss. Then I had to ruin it by remembering what she said earlier. I knew she hadn't spoken to Travis yet and this wasn't fair on him, no matter how much I wanted it. Travis just has to go and ruin everything doesn't he?!
"Umph… uh… Mmmph… I -," I tried to say through the assault on my lips. Then I practically choked as she thrust her tongue in my mouth, and I pushed her back, "Miley, just wait a second will you?" she just stared at me, waiting for an invitation to return to my mouth. Damn it, why does she have to be so beautiful? The moonlight flooded in from the window and highlighted her face in its ghostly light. She looked like and angel and I had to physically stop myself from diving on her. "I thought you said we should wait until you'd told Travis?"
"Fuck Travis," she breathed as she went for my mouth again. I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her coming any further. I'd only hear Miley saw 'fuck' once, and despite its effect on me, I knew something was up.
"Miley, no. This isn't you. For one thing, I didn't know you we're this aggressive when it came to kissing, not that I'm complaining," I grinned at her, "but second – you never swear yet you've said fuck twice today. What's going on?"
"Sorry. I'm just frustrated. Like really bad," she said stroking my face.
"Oh," I said realising how much this explained. She has all these feelings and yet she has to try and repress them because she doesn't want to cause more people more pain. It's only natural that she'd get frustrated and crumble under the pressure.
"And I couldn't sleep and I knew you were in here and it… it was just torture knowing you were so close and so touchable," she said, practically growling on the last word. Oh the things this girl could do to me.
"Miley – you were right before with not wanting to do anything before you tell Travis. I can't believe I'm saying this but just stop being so… so… well irresistible really,"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Frustration and lack of sleep. Sorry," she said, hanging her head as she moved to leave
"You apologise too much," I told her, lifting her head to look at me, "and you don't have to leave if you don't want," I said taking her hand.
"But we just said-" she started but I interrupted her.
"I said you didn't have to go. That doesn't mean we have to do anything. Its just you're having problems sleeping and so was I, and I defiantly won't be able to sleep if you leave," I smiled at her and she squeezed my hand before she pulled me over to the bed. Even though I knew nothing was going to happen, it didn't stop my heart from racing and the butterflies returning to my stomach.
She let go of my hand as she got onto the bed. I climbed up next to her and she pulled me closer and put her arm around my shoulders, lying on her side to face me. She put her hand on my stomach as I settled in her arms. She didn't say anything as she lifted the bottom of my pyjama top to expose the flesh on my stomach. Her fingers were cool as she traced her name on my skin; marking me in an invisible ink as hers. I smiled in absolute contentment as she continued to stroke my stomach soothingly, as if memorising every skin cell which were practically screaming her name. And in the warmth of her embrace and the soothing fingers dancing on my stomach, I fell into a deep and happy sleep.
***
"Ugh. Damn cockerel waking me up," I muttered as I was rudely awakened. Opening my eyes I saw I was alone. Huh? Where'd she go? I sat up and looked round. Nope, defiantly not in here. I looked out of the window as I grabbed a dressing gown out of the cupboard. I saw that the chicken coop was completely painted. It wasn't like that last night. Wait what's that on the roof? Miley?
I shoved my cold feet into the bunny slippers by the bed and headed out as I donned the orangey-brown dressing gown. I jogged down towards the chicken coop, slowing to a walk as I drew closer. Yep, it was definitely Miley on top of the now blue roof. The coop looked absolutely amazing. She'd done this herself? Wow! And even more beautiful than the coop was the sleeping brunette who still held onto a paint brush.
"Miley!" I shouted up at her. Startled, she woke and looked down at me, still dazed.
"Yes! What?!" she exclaimed, before tumbling off of the roof.
"Miley!" I panicked as I ran round the other side of the coop. Oh thank God. She'd landed on some conveniently placed hay bales and was unharmed. Phew!
"You okay?" I asked as I helped her up, standing on the hay.
"Don't you know better than to yell at someone who's asleep on top of a chicken coop?" she said as she brushed her hair from her face.
"Well I do now," I said more high pitched than I intended. I smirked as I pulled hay out of her hair and remembered what happened last time we were in the hay together. "Did you do this?" I asked, indicating at the chicken coop, "Were you out here all night after I fell asleep?"
"It's just a little hard work that's all," she said, wrapping her now paint spattered and hay covered cardigan around herself, "Life's a climb,"
It's strange how many times that one little phrase can be said and for it to be relevant to so many situations.
"Is it time?" she asked me, and I nodded.
"Yeah, it's time," I responded. She kinda half-smiled then took my hand as we ran back to the house. We didn't really have long to prepare; these country folk liked things early.
***
I'd dressed as Hannah again to climb aboard the tour bus parked outside the farmhouse. Jackson had told us earlier that the reporter guy, Oswald, had been hanging round the house. Everyone else had gone ahead to the concert, leaving me, Miley and the bus driver. As soon as we were in the Hannah bus and Miley had shut the door behind us, I pulled off the itchy wig behind the safety of the blacked out windows as the bus sped off towards the concert which awaited us.
"My clothes look good on you Lilly," Miley said from where she stood near the door as I shook out my hair.
"They'd look even better on the floor-" I put my hands straight over my mouth; I only meant to think it. Well done Lilly! "Miley, I swear I didn't mean to say that," I said from behind my hands. She walked casually over to me and pulled my hands from my face, placing them at my sides but not letting go.
"Don't worry about it Lils," she said placing a quick peck on my lips before letting go of my hands and sauntering towards the bedroom at the back of the bus, "We'll find out soon enough anyway," she winked at me, before opening her wardrobe to search for a Hannah outfit. I was gobsmacked at this flirtatious side of Miley, it seemed so different from naïve, and innocent Miley… it changed her into sexy and irresistible Miley.
It didn't take long to get the concert and as we parked up Miley brought me out of a fantastic daydream as she handed me a dress.
"You can't get out still dressed like Hannah, Lilly," she explained as I held the dress up, "Go in the back to change, I promise I won't look," she smiled her Miley smile. I playfully slapped her arm and she grabbed my hand preventing me from moving away just yet. She pulled me in again for a quick kiss on the lips before letting go of my hand. Her lips had touched mine for less than a second but it was so worth it. I smiled to myself as I went in the back to change into the dress.
I'd just pulled my shirt off when I heard the bus door open. She let someone in while I'm changing?! Is she crazy?! I could have been naked in here! I paused on that thought a little while longer before poking my head around the corner. It was her Grandma Ruby who was climbing into the bus. I quickly moved away from the doorway; I doubted Miley's Grandma would appreciate seeing a topless girl in her granddaughter's bedroom.
"Woo honey, I had no idea. No wonder they hide you away in this camper thingy. Is it always this crazy?" she asked.
"Always," I heard Miley respond.
"Well I know the getting here was hard, but what you're doing is a good thing. You should be proud of that," it went quite a moment before Ruby continued, "I know I am,"
It went quiet again and I almost poked my head back round to see what was going on but then Miley said "This was my mom's," What was your mom's? Damn I wish I could see.
"Yeah. She'd be proud of you too," I heard the tears in Ruby's voice.
"Thanks," Miley breathed her voice thick with tears too, "Um…I'm just going to put in here. So I can have it in my pocket... my show and everything," Oh don't you cry too Lilly! You're not even in the conversation so don't you get emotional. Damn it Lilly, stop talking to yourself!
"That's good. Keep her close to ya,"
"Thank you. I love you,"
"I love you, darlin'" Ruby said. I poked my head round again and saw that they must be hugging as I could only see part of Miley as she leant over. "Come on honey, let your Grandma up. You've gotta get ready for your show. Good luck, darlin', I'll be cheering for you… and so will your mom."
"Thanks," I heard Miley say just before the bus door shut. I came out from my hiding place, still clutching the dress. Miley was looking towards the door and couldn't see me.
"Miley?" I asked quietly, hoping she was ok. She turned and almost sprinted towards me. I dropped the dress as I threw out my arms as she crashed into my body. I held on tight to her as her chest heaved as she sobbed. Her head tucked into the crook of my neck and I felt the hot, salty tears as they ran down my cool flesh. I didn't know what to say so I opted for just holding her. It seemed to be the best option.
"Lilly?" she said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Why aren't you wearing a top?"
"Oh… I forgot about that," I said. I'd genuinely forgotten I was stood here in my black bra and Hannah's yellow tartan mini with the long, white socks like the one's we wear for gym.
"You have no idea how hot you look right now," she whispered looking me up and down.
"Well, I can imagine that I'm fairing a little better than you right now with your mascara tears," I smiled, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks. She gave a short laugh at that, grinning. "Come on, we need to get you Hannah-fied," I took her hand and pulled her into the back.
AN: I actually love this little scene between them. I like how its all sad and serious then Miley's like 'why aren't you wearing a top?' then Lilly describes what she's wearing. I just like the image ;) Stay tuned :) x
