In A Blink Of An Eye
Chapter 11 – Vertigo
I smiled at the beautiful girl curled around me. Her head in the crook of my neck, her arm draped lazily over my stomach, her beating heart in tune with mine. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and she mumbled something incoherent before switching over to lay on her back.
Well, as much as I didn't want her to stop holding me, it makes it easier to silently and stealthily get out of bed. I find my pajama pants and throw the tank top she was wearing last night on, mostly because they were the closest set of clothing.
I sneak out the door, the largest smile plastered on my face, searching for my Dad, to ask him if he could drive us to school, because we were going to be late. All of last night's troubles forgotten… until I saw Travis buttering a piece of toast at the kitchen table. I saw him before he saw me and tried to make a quick escape, but he called my name out and he sounded hurt, sorry and like his old self, so I turned back around to face him.
"Here I go again, apologizing to you. I'm truly sorry. I honestly don't care who you date; I'd like it to be me and I over reacted last night. You caught me by surprise. I just want you to be happy." I tilted my head in confusion because he sounded so honest, so sweet and so sincere. "And you don't have to forgive me. I just want you to know, I still love you and I decided to start over. I have your back, Miley. And I'm glad to see you happy." He gave me a smile, but it looked half-hearted. He shook his head, grabbed his toast and headed for the back door.
"Travis, wait." He turned around. "I'd like to start over, too. You did mean something to me and I'd like to be your friend." This time his smile didn't look fake.
"Really?" I held out my hand.
"Really." He took it and I gave him a good firm shake. We smiled at each other for a couple of seconds before I remembered I was looking for Dad. "Have you seen Dad?"
"Mamaw finally convinced him to take her shopping." He laughed.
"Ah, poor Dad." I laughed, too. I turned around and headed for the stairs, when I was in between the piano and the stairs, I heard him call for me again.
"I am sorry, truly sorry." Then he opened the door and walked out back.
I ran upstairs and walked over to the side of the bed where Lilly was sleeping.
"Lil-ly!" I said in a singsong voice. She mumbled something again in her sleep, but didn't open her eyes. I kissed her on the lips and tried again. "Lilly." I said loudly. This time she groaned.
"Ugh, school." She said before rolling back on to her side, facing away from me.
"Lilly!" I yelled and grabbed her arm pulling her back onto her back.
"I don't wanna…" She groaned again. I slowly pulled the covers back, revealing all of her, she went to grab for them, but I pulled them away from her grasp.
"Hey…" She whispered, eyes still closed. "I'm cold, now." I climbed on the bed, on top of her, straddling her waist, she slowly turned her head towards me and opened her eyes a crack. "Just 5 more min-" I attached my lips to hers, moving my nails up her stomach, across her breasts, massaging them a little. She started kissing back and when I felt her hands start moving, I jumped off of her and the bed. I smiled slyly.
"Time for school!" She quickly sat up and glared at me.
"That's not fair. C'mon, Miley!" I shook my head no and walked into my bathroom. I heard her sigh loudly before there was loud rummaging. I giggled slightly, then drooled because I had a mouth full of toothpaste. I put my hair up, attempting for it to look good, then gave up and just put it in a bun. I walked back into my bedroom and found Lilly attempting her own hair, which looked better then mine. She left it down, all wavy, putting her bangs back in a bobby pin. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and her own pair of skinny jeans.
"You brought like 5 pairs of shirts when you packed yesterday and now your wearing one of mine." She shrugged, a bobby pin in her mouth. She pulled her hair back, put the bobby pin in and turned around, leaning her elbows against my dresser.
"It smells like you." She said it like it was the simplest answer in the world, shrugged again, grabbed her bag, skateboard and my hand, then tugged me downstairs. Ugh, school.
I felt somebody grab my arm and pull me quite hard into the janitor's closet. The light flicked on and Oliver was standing in front of me, glaring, eyes bloodshot, dark purple bags under them.
I swear, if this was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of his nostrils.
I swallowed and backed into the nearest wall.
Boys + jealousy = uh-oh. This should be a mathematical fact.