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Chapter 12
I'd gotten to the beach a little later than I had planned and was rewarded with the sight of a beautifully figured girl as she caught some waves. I was dumbfounded and captivated, not only by this persons obviously perfected sculpted body but by how she owned the ocean as if she was the waves master and it let her do whatever she pleased to it. In this case she was moving, flowing, effortlessly with the waves no matter how big or small.
Who would have thought seeing a girl in a wet suit would make me want to let out a loud, orgasmic moan? Not only that, but actually watching her work a wave like a pro on a surfboard was turning me on so bad... that it just was. I'd never been more jealous of an inanimate object in my life. I sat there and wished I was the ocean, ready to swallow her whole and keep her in my grasp for a few moments at a time as she gracefully fell into me.
I didn't realize I dropped my surfboard, along with my ass, on the sand until Aiden came out of nowhere and splashed sea water at me as he shook the water out of his fur. I spluttered and flinched as tiny droplets of the salty water landed on my bare arms and face. When I turned to my right I saw him standing on my surfboard while his tail wagged back and forth excitedly. I laughed and tickled his chin with my index finger.
A second later I was startled as a deep, gruff, southern voice greeted me from behind, "G'mornin' Lilly."
I jumped on my feet, brushed sand off of my board shorts and hands and turned around to see Mr. Stewart looming over me. "Morning, Sir," I greeted politely as I extended my right hand.
He took my hand in a firm handshake with an amused look on his face. "Whatcha doin' out here this early?"
He released my hand and I pointed behind me with my right thumb. "Just enjoying the scenery," I responded. He looked over my shoulder and smiled.
"I bet you are," was his weird reply.
"Riiiight," I frowned and turned back around. "So... what are you doing here this early?" I asked back as I watched the girl paddling against the waves to get to a decent spot.
"Li'l guy right here's restless," he pointed down at Aiden, who immediately rolled over onto his back, still on my surfboard, and exposed his tummy to us. Mr. Stewart laughed and knelt down beside my surfboard and scratched his belly. "He's a cute one, ain't he?" He asked. I just nodded my head and smiled at Aiden as his eyelids started drooping down sleepily.
I sat back down in my original spot, propped my knees up, and rested my elbows against my thighs as I leaned forward and continued my observation. "Oh how I wish I was that surfboard," I muttered under my breath as I watched the girl position her body over the length of the board and started to paddle away from an oncoming wave.
"I bet you do," Mr. Stewart's voice once again made me jump and I gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yanoe, Mile is right... you really can make people smile without even trying or realizing it," he admitted.
My head snapped to him in the quickness and I gave him a shocked look. "Huh?" I asked stupidly as I stared at him with wide eyes.
A huge smile appeared on his face, "Exactly! See, I'm smiling for whatever reason and I'm pretty sure it's cuz of you." As the shock wore off, I shook my head and decided that there was something going on in the Stewart's heads cuz they were all... strange. "I like you, Lilly." Mr. Stewart stated bluntly.
I gave him another shocked look and frowned. "Thanks... I like me, too."
He laughed, "A sense of humor!" He barked. "I like that." He roughly slapped my back and I tried not to wince as the spot he smacked, in what I'm sure is supposed to be a friendly manner, started stinging. "Yanoe her last girlfriend, Joannie, I didn't really like her," he said as she stared out into the ocean.
I made a humming noise in agreement, "I don't like her at all."
The next thing I knew his arm was thrown over my shoulder and he pulled me closer to him. I was frozen in shock and nervousness. Even though the situation was a little weird, and considering the fact that I barely knew the man, the contact felt strangely familiar and longed for.
"I don't think I've thanked ya yet, Truscott," he said as he gently released his hold on me but still kept an arm around my shoulders.
"For what, Sir?" I asked confused. I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything for him that'd make him thank me.
"Well dang, Lilly, you make me feel like a Drill Sergeant or somethin'. Please, call me Mr. S or Robby Ray," I was going to protest but he gave me a look that made me nod my head in agreement. "As I was sayin', I didn't get ta thank ya for savin' my babygirl that day at the park," he went on to say, "now I don't know exactly what or how it happened but my boy Jackson, I sent him to go get Miley at the park that day, said that Joannie was bein' unladylike and treatin' my girl disrespectfully. He also said that before he could blink an eye you were over there pullin' that girl offa my daughter." By the time he was finished he had my full attention. Something in his normally friendly and warm eyes made me listen to him and pay attention. "So thank you, for protecting her," he finally finished. When he blinked, the look in his eyes went away and was replaced with respect.
I shook my head and cleared my throat, "It's no problem, Sir – er – Mr. Stewart, sir."
He chuckled slightly before turning serious again. "It could have been a problem. I don't know that girl very well, but I'm pretty sure I remember her being the reason you were in a hospital. You could have gotten hurt, again, but you still protected my daughter. I admire and respect you for that."
I shifted uneasily in the sand and brought a hand to rub at the back of my neck. I didn't know how I should respond to that so I just gave him a toothless smile before I turned back to the ocean.
"Hey, Lilly?" Mr. Stewart called my name out softly which caused me to turn my head back to him. "I know this is gonna sound weird, but if you ever wanna... yanoe... be in a relationship with my daughter, I'd totally be okay with it," he said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment.
It took a moment for what he said to kick in, but when it did I swiftly moved away from him. "I-I'm sorry, what?" I stuttered as I gave him what I'm sure was a 'did-you-just-give-me-your-blessings-to-go-out-with-your-daughter-when-you-don't-know-anything-about-me?' look.
"I... I'm not pressurin' you or any-anything, Lilly. I'm just sayin'," he stumbled on his words as he tried to explain. "If you should ever feel anythin' for my daughter and want to take her out sometime, I wouldn't say no." I continued on staring at him like he was crazy. "Oh would you look at that! Miley's comin'," he said as if he was trying to get out of something, which he was, and pointed towards the ocean. "I'll just take Aiden back with me. See ya!" With that he scooped Aiden's sleeping body off of my surfboard, jumped to his feet, and high tailed it out of my presence.
"What the hell was that?!" I asked out loud to no one in particular.
When he was out of sight I turned to look ahead of me and sure enough there was that girl who was surfing like a pro walking out of the ocean. A lock of her wet hair fell into her eyes and I watched, mesmerized, and she threw her head back to get it out of the way. Her hair flipped in the air, sending droplets of water flying everywhere, and I licked my lips unconsciously when her hands roamed over her covered chest and pulled down on the zipper holding the wet suit together rather sexily. My mouth went dry and slack as she slowly pulled open her wet suit, exposing her black bikini top as she did so, and slipped her arms out of the tight long sleeve. It bunched around her waist as she pushed it down and grabbed onto her surfboard that was floating in the ocean freely around her.
All of a sudden she was on her hands and knees, wet suit and surfboard gone, crawling up the sand to where I was sitting with my mouth dry and slack. Her dark matted hair fell in clumps around her face and shoulders and swayed side to side with each stride taken closer to me. When she was about ten feet away from me, she started rolling around in the damp sand and grabbing a fistful just to sprinkle it all over her body. Then she got on her knees and started shuffling towards me, little grains of sand covering up most to all of her body below the neck. The closer she got, the more my heart beat faster. Then she was right in front of me still on her knees and I had to look up to gaze into blue gray eyes as she slowly leaned in more towards me.
I felt my eyes flutter close on it's own accord and my lips pouted out a little, my head leaned forward itself. I was so waiting for that mouth to mouth contact until a raspy, out of breath, but sexy as hell voice broke me out of my.. fantasy? Are you kidding me! That was a damn fantasy?!
"Hey, Lilly," I opened my eyes and sat back on my ass when I realized I was on my knees for some strange reason. I tilted my gaze upwards and my eyes landed on Miley with an amused look on her face, an eyebrow raised and all.
I averted my eyes off of hers and noticed her wet suit.. then her surfboard... then a thought popped into my head. "That was you?" I asked wildly, like I couldn't believe it. "Out there in the ocean, I mean!" I gestured out to the ocean as wild as my expression when she dropped one eyebrow and raised the other. God, that was so sexy. She nodded her head. "Oh my gosh, you are AMAZING!" I gushed then continued to ramble on about how graceful she was on her surfboard, to how I wanted to be the ocean to eat her up and swallow her whole, to how she was an even better surfer than me. By the time I was done I was panting and trying to get my breathing back to normal while she gave me this huge, toothy smile complimented with a dark red blush on her face. "Oh god, did I say that whole ocean thingy out loud?" I asked embarrassingly as I felt blood rush to my cheeks.
She gave me a coy smile and responded, "What ocean thingy?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" I knew I should have just stopped there, but I suddenly had a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth, "I didn't say anything about wanting to be the ocean and eating you up and swallowing you whole or anything!" I rambled on.
She just shook her head while a deep laughed rumbled from within her throat. I finally shut up and clamped my mouth shut.
"Riiiight," she dragged the i's along like I did when her dad was talking to me, "I thought you wanted to get some surfin' in, why are you sittin' here all squirmy for?" I didn't even know I was 'sitting here all squirmy' until she said that and made me self-conscious which in turn made me stop squirming in my seated position. I guess that fantasy kind of did something to me... if you know what I mean. You don't? Well let's just say I was probably as wet as Miley was.
"I," my voice sounded all cracked out and groggy so I cleared my throat before starting again, "I was uhhh distracted." I lamely pointed out to the ocean and ducked my head when she smirked.
"Of course you were," she giggled. "So was that guy with the healthy lookin' hair and dog chasin' after him my daddy or was I seein' things earlier?"
"Oh uhh... yeah, that was your dad."
She frowned, "What did he want?"
It was my turn to be in control. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" I asked coyly as a smirked played out on my lips and an eyebrow rose up.
She gave me a look, contemplating if she should be worried or not, then shook her head. "Nahh, it's fine. I'm sure daddy'll tell me later on when I ask him." With that she stuck her tongue out and set her board right next to mine before plopping down beside me, or rather against me. I shivered when her cold wet suit made contact with my bare arms but tried to cover it up by smacking my palms together in front of me as if a mosquito flew in my face. "So are you still gonna go surfin' or do you wanna head out?" she asked. Her arm and the side of her body rubbed against mine as she pointed out into the ocean then over our heads behind us.
"Let's just head out," I mumbled. I heard her groan.
"But I just sat down!" I frowned.
"But you just gave me the option to choose between staying or going!" I pointed out.
"I know," she turned her head towards me and pouted, "but can we stay here a little while longer?" I couldn't resist the way her lips were jutted out like that or the way her eyes got all wide. I looked away before I did something stupid and sighed.
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" I gave in. She squealed in delight and threw an arm around my shoulder while her other arm went around my stomach and hugged me so close my stomach and ribs were pushed into the front of her wet suit. "So … uhh.. I didn't know you knew how to surf." I said after she released me from her grasp and we sat in silence for a few minutes.
She turned her gaze away from the ocean and looked at me. Her head was tilted in an angle and she had a mysterious and confident look in her eyes as she replied with, "There's a lot you don't know about me, Truscott." I felt my mouth go dry when she smirked and turned her gaze back to the ocean. What the... she's definitely right, I don't know anything about her.
"I bet there isn't," I agreed. "Let's go surfing, I'm itching to get wet." Miley started giggling. "Not like that! Ya nasty." Despite the fact that I was embarrassed, I smiled anyway and grabbed onto the hand offered to me when she stood up first. "Now lemme show you how it's really done." I winked at her before I grabbed my surfboard and ran out to the ocean. "C'mon, woman! Let's go!" I yelled when I looked behind me and she was still standing there. She stuck her tongue out playfully and I stood there and waited for her while she grabbed her surfboard and made her way painstakingly slowly towards me and the ocean. "Jeez, took you long enough."
"Shut up, woman! Let's surf."
And surf we did until the sun was positioned at its highest point in the sky.
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After we finished surfing we shared a shower, the public ones at the beach, because the other ones were already taken. When she showered I held the little button for the water to come out for her and released it a couple of times causing her to glare at me and whine before I would hold onto it again just so the water would spray into her eyes and mouth. She would sputter the water in my face and I'd just laugh. When it was my turn to shower, she did the same thing to me and laughed her throaty laugh.
At one point or another my blue towel fell off of it's place on the ledge that came up to my waist and onto the wet floor. By the time we figured out that it wasn't where it was supposed to be it was soaked all the way through. I was okay with just walking to my house wrapped up in the damp towel, but Miley wouldn't have that and made me go to her house instead to shower and change, since her house was just right there. Before I could even protest her demand, she had the both of us wrapped under her huge dark purple towel and led the way to her house.
On the short walk there I reveled in the way her bare arms were pressed against mine and how warm the body heat between us seemed to feel like one of the hottest days in summer. She had an arm wrapped around my shoulders as she held the towel around me and both of my arms were occupied with the surfboards.
By the time we finished showering, changing, and eating whatever her dad had out on the tables for us it was already three in the afternoon. The ride to the mall in her white Benz was comfortable and filled with useless banter. It took us a while to find parking. Every time I found a parking space I would bounce up and down in my seat like a little kid and point at it repeating "I found one! I found one!" but Miley would just laugh and say no while she shook her head. She ended up parking at the furthest end of the parking lot and I just stared at her like she was crazy.
"Why are we parked all the way over here?!" I exclaimed. "This is so far!"
"No it's not, you're just lazy," she said as she turned off the car and reached behind her seat to grab her purse. "Plus, it's good for us. Exercise."
"I am not lazy!" I hmphed as I crossed my arms over my chest and sank into the seat with a pout on my face. "AND! We just surfed for like three hours, we don't need more exercise," I pointed out triumphantly.
"Whatever," Miley waved an arm my way, like she just brushed whatever I said away. "You can hardly call what you were doing surfing. You just sat there on your board and watched me the whole time," she smirked. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and coughed.
"Right, so let's get going then!" I said in a high pitched voice before clearing my throat. "We don't wanna miss those sales now, do we?" I fumbled with my seat belt as her laugh filled the car, clearly flustered at being caught when I was checking her out up close without realizing it. It was so bad that she had to push down on the button so the restraint would release the seat belt. Once it was off I threw the door open and jumped out of the car.
Miley, on the other hand, took her sweet time getting out of her seat and met me behind her car where I waited. "You're cute, you know?" she laughed as she linked her arms through mine and led us over the expanse of the mall's parking lot and into the entrance.
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"So, what were you looking for anyway?" I asked as we stepped into the mall and just stood there.
She shrugged, "I don't know, really. Whatever catches my eye."
I groaned, "You're not like those girls who spend hours in one store, are you?" Shopping was not my thing unless it had to do with shoes, skateboarding, and sports. The only reason I ever went to the mall was because of the girls.
"No, silly!" she giggled before pulling me into the brightly lit store to the right of us. "I spend an hour in each and every store my eyes land on." My eyes went wide at this and I stood in place causing Miley to almost face plant since her arms were still linked through mine.
"What?! That's even worse!" I exclaimed wide eyed and horrified.
"I'm just kiddin', Lils!" Miley laughed. Her eyes sparkled brightly as it caught the light when she threw her head back and I felt myself melt at the sight. It was so pure and innocent and just... adorable. "If I don't see anythin' I like I leave right away, so no need to worry about me spendin' too much time in a store," she assured. I sighed in relief and she shook her head in amusement. "C'mon let's go. Now that I think of it, I need a new bikini."
She started dragging me again and this time my eyes went wide but I continued to let her drag me into PacSun. "But, summer isn't for another like.. year!" I exclaimed uselessly to deaf ears. It was too late, we were already in the back of the store where the bikinis were displayed.
"Ooh! This is cute!" she picked out a plaided blue bikini and showed it to me, "what do you think?" I shrugged. "You're right, I should try it on, huh?" My eyes bulged out of its sockets and my throat closed up. I nodded my head in agreement because I knew if I opened my mouth only gibberish would have spilled out. "Okay," she led me by the hand to a small sofa placed directly in front of the fitting room and pushed me into the soft plushy cushion, "you wait here and I'll try it on, k?" I nodded my head dumbly, "Then you tell me yay or nay, k?" I nodded my head again. "K! Be right back," she smiled happily before bouncing into the fitting room.
Why was I so nervous? It's not like I'd never seen a girl in a bikini before. I saw plenty, so why was Miley any different? I ruled it out as it's just because she was actually going to model bikinis for me. Yeah, that's the reason. I was so deep in thought I didn't see Miley standing in front of me until she cleared her throat. What I saw took my breath away. The bikini brought out the blue in her eyes and honestly that was the only thing I saw. It was just so blue and alive.
"So uhh, do you like it?" she asked hopefully as she made a sweeping downward motion.
"Yeah," it came out a little croaked so I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yeah, you look good in it."
"Really?" she asked with a surprised look on her face.
"Nahh, I'm just kidding." Her face fell. "You look great in it," I said with a smile. Her face lit up before she gave me a glare and walked the few steps that separated us to slap my arm."Ow!" I cried. She laughed and shook her head.
"So should I buy it?"
I shrugged, "It looks good on you... it makes your eyes look even bluer," I blushed when I realized what I just said out loud. "But I guess if you wanna try on some more then I'm down for being a judge."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She gave me a smile that I couldn't decipher, "What color should I try on next?"
"Black, white, blue, red, pink, green... Dookie green?!" I started naming all the colors that flew into my head which made her laugh. "OH! I know! PURPLE AND GOLD!" I smiled and nodded my head in excitement. "Lakers all day, baby!" I exclaimed with a huge smile on my face. "Oooh, it'd be SO awesome if one of the breastests had a 24 on it! Kobe is the best basketball player, EVER." Oh god. Now that I started talking about sports, I couldn't be stopped.
"Cleveland Cavaliers."
On second thought, there was something that could stop me.
"What?"
"I root for the Cav's."
"What?"
She rolled her eyes, "I said 'I ro-"
"No, I heard what you said! Why?!" I asked like she cheated on me and I really wanted to know why.
"Because they're a much better team, and LeBron is the man," she reasoned confidently.
I sat up on the edge of the sofa, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"I kid you not," she assured.
"Kobe!" I stated firmly.
"LeBron."
"Kobe."
"Le-Bron," she enunciated.
"Ko-be," I mocked back.
"Le-," I cut her off.
By kissing her.
I didn't realize I kissed her until her lips started moving with mine. My eyes popped open only to meet with her eyelids, as her eyes were closed. I didn't pull back or anything, but just took in the feel of her soft lips against mine. I felt warm air against my lips as she breathed out through her nose and felt my eyes flutter shut on its own accord. I was lost in the closed mouth kiss until a cough broke us apart.
"Sorry, ladies... but uhhh you two are kind of... distracting our customers," a good looking kid said uneasily. It was obvious he was turned on by seeing two girls kissing, especially since one was wearing only a bikini.
"Oh.. uhh.. sorry." I stepped away from Miley, my right hand fell from its place on her left hip, and looked down. I didn't even know my hand was anywhere on her! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn't cool. Why did I kiss her for?! Why did she kiss back?! What the flying fuck. "I'll be outside." I muttered before I walked out of the store. The kid said that we were distracting their customers, but I didn't look up to see who they were.
When I got out of the store I walked to the wooden bench across the way and sat down, elbows on knees and hands cupping face. I don't know why or how it happened, or why I felt so... guilty? Nervous? Shocked? Yeah, shocked at kissing some girl. I've kissed plenty when we'd argue playfully just to shut them up, but I never had the same feeling as I did with Miley. Could I possibly..? no! Hell no. I can't. I won't. I don't want to. I don't want all that bullshit that comes with that type of stuff.
"Hey...," I looked up and there stood Miley holding a PacSun bag. I guess she really bought that bikini. "Do you still wanna walk around or...?" she asked a little hesitant, scared almost. I just sat there and stared at her for a moment for nodding my head and standing up.
"Yeah, sure.. let's walk around."
It took a while, but the awkwardness and tension slipped away little by little until we were both calm and relaxed again. We went into almost every store. Miley would check out all the clothes and I'd make stupid comments on all the things that looked weird to me. We were at a store called Reference when we stumbled upon this zip-up hoodie that was half the size of a normal hoodie. When I saw it I stopped and pointed at it and said, "What happened to the other half of this?!" Miley and a worker who was near by laughed at my stupidness, but I was serious! That hoodie did not belong in the womens section, it belonged in the little girls section!
After a few more hours of aimless walking around we walked by a pet store and Miley got all excited.
"Oh! Can we go in here?! I wanna get somethin' for Aiden!" she practically begged when I looked like I was going to protest. I sighed and nodded my head.
"You go in first, I needa use the little girls room." I said quietly. She giggled and nodded her head happily before she squealed and practically ran into the pet store. Luckily for me the restrooms were just across the hallway, I really had to pee!
When I was done I walked back out into the hallway and was about to walk into the pet store myself when a familiar voice got my attention. I was about halfway across the hallway when the sound of Mikayla's laugh flowed into my ear. I knew that laugh anywhere, and to make sure I turned my head to the left of me. Sure enough there she was walking with her arms around another brown haired girls shoulder, while the girls arm was wrapped around her waist. Something twisted inside my chest, but I brushed it off and turned away.
I couldn't help myself so I chanced another look and saw that they stopped in front of Spencer's. The girl said something into Mikayla's ear, which made her smile widely, kissed her cheek and then walked into the store. Before Mikayla entered the store she looked around and bam! Her eyes landed on me. Brown eyes went wide for a bit but went away as quick as it came. She called out to the girl in the store before making her way towards me, where I was still frozen solid.
"Lilly."
"Mikayla."
"What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. Just browsing, you?"
"Same. Same."
Cue uneasy awkward silence here. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, the both of us taking up some kind of uneasy posture while thinking of something else to say. I broke it first.
"So who's that girl you're with?" I asked quietly, curiously.
"Roommate," she answered quickly. "She's just my roommate."
I scoffed, "Of course she is."
"What's that supposed to mean? Why are you such an asshole now?" she questioned, obviously hurt and confused.
"I saw you guys all wrapped up in each other and that kiss on the cheek. There's no need to hide it, 'Kayla." I answered as if it were obvious, because it kind of was.
She frowned, "She really is my roommate! That's all Mitchie is to me. You know how affectionate I am, she's just as affectionate."
"Whatever," I sighed.
She took a step closer to me, "I've told you already, Lilly, I miss you." She reached out a hand and tried to grab onto one of mine.
I pulled my hand away from her reach and hugged myself, "I already told you, it's too late." I mumbled as I looked away from her intense brown eyes. "Things change." I stated firmly. It probably wasn't convincing since I was staring at the designs on the floor intently.
As if on cue, Miley walked out of the store while holding something that resembled a baby's white onesie with baby blue trimmings out in front of her, "Oh my gosh! Lilly, wouldn't this look adorable on Aiden?!" she gushed. When I didn't respond, she dropped the piece of clothing down and gave me a concerned look. "You don't like it?" she asked sadly with a frown on her face. I smiled sadly and shook my head.
"Nah, I like it," I assured her.
"Who's this?" Mikayla asked in what would have been a normal indoor voice to outsiders, but considering the fact that I was her lover once I knew jealousy was in her tone.
I cleared my throat. "Miley this is Mikayla, Mikayla this is Miley."
"Hello," Miley said politely, extending her right hand for a shake. When she didn't get one she slowly pulled it back and gave me a confused look. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Who's Aiden?" Mikayla asked again, this time curiosity was laced with the jealousy.
Before I could answer Miley did for me, "Our little doggy."
Without even giving Miley a glance to acknowledge the fact that she heard Mikayla fired off another question, "What happened to Cookie?"
This time I looked away. Not because of Mikayla's hurt look or Miley's curious face, but because the memories that were brought back just by the mention of my late cat, Cookie. I felt my throat close up and I tried to swallow the huge lump in my throat but it wouldn't budge. The memory was too much and I felt a lone tear drop fall out of my eye as pictures of a cat with brown, gold, and white fur flashed through my mind.
"She died." I said through gritted teeth. When I finally looked up Mikayla looked hurt, sad, and shocked while Miley looked between me and Mikayla curiously. Over Mikayla's shoulder I saw her roommate walk out of Spencer's and looked around like she was lost until she spotted Mikayla's back. I squared my shoulders, wiped the tear from my face, and grabbed onto Miley's free hand. "Look 'Kayla, your roommate is coming this way. I should leave before you have to try and convince her I was only just your friend." I bit out before I spun away from her and dragged Miley with me towards the entrance of the mall.
AN: Well that was a long one. I'm sorry it took so long to get out! Thanks for being patient. Hope everyone enjoyed it. Leave a nice review now, why don't you? Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Well, those who celebrate it anyway. Anyway.. review! K, thanks =D
