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"Lilly?"

I minimize the website I'm on and close my laptop, spinning around on my swivel chair as my mom hovers by my doorway, Holly tucked under one arm, decked out in stylish attire for lounging around the house. Even when she doesn't try she's glamorous, a gene I haven't inherited.

"Since when do you knock?"

"Since I witnessed that tongue of yours halfway down your girlfriend's throat," she responds cleverly, raising an eyebrow as she perches daintily on the edge of my unmade bed.

I blush, the incident still raw in my mind. A few days ago Miley and I were completing homework in my room while Matt and my dad were at work. My mom was believed to be out maxing her credit card to the limit at the expensive stores when I gathered the guts to snake an arm around Miley's waist, placing the other on her lower back when the temptation got too much to ignore. In return she wrapped both arms around my neck with new found confidence and deepened the kiss that I had enthusiastically initiated. Our kisses are always indescribable. To cut a long story short I was in mid action of laying her gently down on the bed, my tongue dominantly seeking entrance, fully tingling all over when my door burst open, bulky shopping bags exceeding my mom's shocked figure.

Considering my mom always thought Miley the picture of innocence, seeing us making out was somewhat an enormous shock. No doubt she thought Miley would squash my sexual urges and rip apart my hormonal urges because she appears so angelic and untouchable. Of course she'd expect no better from me, she already thinks I'm a bad influence and has once warned me never to take advantage, since Miley is oh so delicate and adorable and all.

"Mom, Miley's not even here right now."

"I'm sure your mouth would be preoccupied if she was," she teases genially.

I throw my hands up. "I'm not an animal … but it is natural to want to kiss her. Plus, Miley is the same age as me too, she also has hormones. I can't take all the credit."

"That's great, Lil. Really. I'd just prefer not to walk in while you're in the middle of tonsil tennis." My mom smirks devilishly, enjoying my humiliation as I fiddle with my sleeve distractedly. Anything to avoid meeting her smug expression.

"It was awkward enough the first time, let's not relive it," I groan pleadingly.

My mom cuts me off smoothly. "Honey, you're old enough to take responsibility for your actions and handle them in a mature way, especially when dealing with the consequences. If you want to get it on with the girl you obviously adore and respect, that's your business, right? Plus, you can't get pregnant!" she chirps enthusiastically, crossing her legs.

"Mom!" I yell, flustered.

"Just don't go pouncing on her; Miley is the best thing that ever happened to you and I'd hate for you to mess it up. Ever since you started dating you've been radiant, so don't go pressuring her into se-"

"Mom!" I hastily interrupt. "Can we not do this!? We've been dating almost five months, we're not ready for thatstep and if we ever do …" I'm blushing crimson at the thought, "I'm not telling you!"

My mom looks hurt as she strokes Holly. "We can talk about these things openly, Lil. I'm a cool mom."

"Okay, cool mom, what are you doing in here with your bald rodent?" I eye the Chihuahua distastefully.

"Stop insulting Holly." She holds her dog protectively and plants a kiss on its hairless forehead; I resist the urge to gag at the display of affection. "Anyway, I came to ask you how the couple search is going ala internet?"

I sigh and open up my laptop again. "It sucks so far. All I want is for two girls in a similar situation to us agree to meet up just to reassure Miles that we're not going it alone. She doesn't say anything but when we're in public I know she worries what other people are thinking. I just want her to be more comfortable until we're ready to come out and talking to someone experiencing the same thing might give her confidence a boost. I've been checking sites for a couple of months but no such look …"

There's silence and I look up, quite disturbed by the quiet. My mom is smiling.

"You've grown up so much, Lilly, I'm really proud of you."

I feel warm and bubbly. "Thanks."

"Want to hug it out?" My mom offers with sentimentality and sniffs back the oncoming tears.

Regardless of the gratitude, I scoot back and frown. "Don't ruin the moment."

Secretly I'm on cloud nine over having her continuous support and constant advice and guidance through these confusing and awkward times. If ever I'm having a problem whether it's with school or life in general she's that sturdy rock that knocks me back into reality, no matter how harsh she needs to be. And of course she absolutely adores Miley even more now we're dating. At first all of the advice about being romantic and sensitive with her was annoying but over time I've taken notes and I think its working to an advantage. Obviously my mom went through teenage life and dating so she knows something about what I'm going through I guess. And I think Miley appreciates having my mom on side, they're quite close.

Whenever me and my dad are mid-argument (which happens a lot) she breaks it apart and cools us down. Since my dad doesn't know about my relationship I have to tread carefully and my mom is helping anyway she can although she has been urging me to confess. She doesn't like lying to dad but I know she won't tell him even if I don't.

Looking at the computer screen my mom says, "Just keep checking. I'm sure something will come along when you least expect it."

My cell phone buzzes and I flip it open after shoving Holly and her quivering form off my pillow while my mom stalks to open the window to 'let some air in' as she says.

We're stopping by before we go to the party. Smiley says xoxo. Love Oliver.

"Miles and Ollie are coming here before they hit the party," I recite aloud, feeling butterflies at Miley's little message.

"What party?" my mom inquires nosily.

"Well, some girl is throwing a small party and Oliver scored an invite since she's his chem. partner. It's really low key and more than likely going to be the boring equivalence to a student body meeting. He's allowed to bring someone so Miley's going with him since I'm anti-social within crowds."

Hands on hips, my mom bites her lip. "And you're okay with that?"

"Yeah, I trust Miley." I shrug like its not big deal, which it isn't. The party is minute.

"You're like the most jealous person I know," my mom deadpans with a snort.

I flare up easily. "She's going with Oliver and he knows to keep her safe. They both have me on speed dial if they want anything so I have no need to panic. Hello, the worse that could happen at that party is if they died of boredom from all the academic lectures."

My mom beams. "Wow, you really have grown up."

"Lilly! Door!" Matt yells from downstairs, sounding muffled because he is eating chips while playing video games.

I grin and saunter downstairs at a quick pace, literally beaming as I wrench open the door and clap eyes on my gorgeous girlfriend. She's wearing jeans that rest on her hips, boots and a sleeveless shirt. Before I drool all over the welcome mat, I grasp the side of the house for stability.

"I'm here too!" Oliver waves.

I look her up and down one last time because she's turning red at my x-ray gaze. "You look amazing," I compliment breathlessly.

"Thank-you," she whispers shyly and smiles that golden smile of hers.

"Seriously guys, I'm right here!" Oliver complains petulantly. "Lilly, stop making googly eyes at her and tell me how good I look."

I bow. "Oken, you're a king."

"Okay,now you can check her out." He steps back and showcases her.

Simultaneously Miley and I land a punch on each shoulder, causing him to yelp indignantly.

By now my mom has followed me down the stairs and is standing behind me at the door with a fond smile. Okay, she needs some friends of her own; she's forever trying to be cool with mine.

"Yo, Mrs. T," Oliver greets casually. He's known her since forever; he's like her adopted son.

Miley looks down in embarrassment as she remembers their last encounter. "Hi, Mrs. Truscott."

"You're practically family, Miles. Call me Heather."

At this Oliver looks appalled. "Aren't I family?"

"If you can get Lilly to pass English like Miley and her tutoring has done then you can call me whatever you want," she assures him.

"Ha!" I sneer pointlessly.

"Like Lilly pays attention to work when Miley's there. She's probably getting lessons in anatomy – OUCH!"

I unclench my fist. "It slipped," I say innocently.

Sweetly, Oliver jiggles his foot. "My foots gonna slip-"

Miley rolls her eyes at our banter and it's so cute I forget my comeback. She always has this effect on me. Dopily, I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out for a change. Oliver watches bemused and folds his arms complacently.

"Well, I'm going to go feed Hollywood. I'll be seeing you kids later, Oliver, Miley, have a nice time at the party and remember to stay safe." My mom claps her hands together and exits the area after sensing I want alone time and she's intruded enough for one day.

Without any further ado or delay I wrap Miley in a tight embrace, squeezing her lovingly. For once Oliver doesn't make a smart comment but lets us have our moment.

"Have fun at the party, 'kay? Remember I lo-" I stop abruptly, heart pounding.

Miley pulls back with wide eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I was going to say …" I take a deep breath, crossing my fingers for luck. "Remember I love you."

In the background Oliver grins as Miley gaps in surprise.

"Y-You love me?" she stutters incredulously and I almost laugh because I thought it was obvious.

I always thought that saying those three little words was the hardest thing to do but I feel so light and ecstatic now I've revealed something I've wanted to say from the very beginning.

"Yes." I nod contentedly, my eyes alight. "So much. I've wanted to tell you for so long."

She opens her mouth to reply and I brace myself but Oliver stands in front of us.

"I hate to break it up but we have a party to get to, Miles."

I silently curse him and his bad timing. Damn it, Oken! Way to ruin what was meant to be the most perfect moment of my life so far. But, I could have waited to say it in a more romantic setting; I kind of pick my moments too.

I wink at Miley to signal we'll resume this later as Oliver drags her away.

"I'll see you guys later."

I wait until they're in his car before blowing them a kiss and waving until they drive out of sight, Miley smiling with a new light in her beautiful blue orbs. She was going to say it back, I just know it.

I finally walk inside, missing her already. Thankfully my mom is nowhere around because I can't be faced with another chat with her so soon after the last one. Instead, Matt beckons me from the living room, pausing his video game.

"Lillian, get your ass in here so I can own you."

Never one to resist a challenge I heartily obey to kick his ass. Besides, I need something to take my mind off of Miley. Maybe later I'll call her and wish her a good night and sweet dreams. Maybe tomorrow we can go to the beach or the mall.

A couple of hours later my eyes are blurry and my limbs are stiff. Collapsing back against the couch, rubbing my temples, I notice Matt looking at me as though contemplating something.

"Can I ask you something?"

I ponder his question sarcastically. "Erm, no."

"Seriously, smartass." He looks fidgety, which can only mean he's troubled.

"Okay then, maybe."

"Do you think it's fucked up when you see an older brother or sister dating their younger brother or sister's best friend?"

Yes, it's fucked up. Suddenly I feel ominous, like a cloud of dread has descended over my head. The hairs on my arms stand on end and I lick my dry lips nervously. Then I get a wave of anger because I have a bad sensation that I know where this is going.

"Why?" I snap.

He runs a hand through his hair to stall time. "Don't take this in a bad way but Miley is, well, hot."

What. The. Hell. He's not allowed to even think she's hot, never mind speak it aloud. It's not his right, he's not allowed! He reassured me months ago that he didn't like her that way and I was jealous over the allusion that he did! That was fake back then, but now he thinks she's hot! I love her, she's mine! Not his to gawk at …

Gritting my teeth and digging my nails into my palm, I address him coolly. "Don't even go there."

He looks shocked at my reaction. "Whoa, chill, Lills…"

"No, Matt! You can't fucking like her, okay?" I demand.

"Will you calm down? Jesus, I only said she was hot!"

"Don't talk about her like that," I hiss scathingly.

Matt picks up his controller and cracks his fingers insecurely. "Forget I said anything."

Already forgotten. I leave his presence before I say something I regret and make my way to the stairs until I'm distracted by my cell phone ringing. Fumbling around in my pocket, I finally locate it and answer it without checking the caller ID, still fuming over the latest discovery.

"Hello?"

"Lilly!" Oliver yells over the sound of loud music and cheering people. "Can you hear me?"

"Oliver?" I look at the phone in my hand in puzzlement. That's some pretty loud music to say they're listening to a lecture. "What's going on?"

"You need to get over here right now, Lil! It's urgent!"

My stomach drops and I grip the phone tightly, immediately thinking the worst.

"What is it, Oliver? What?"

"Miley is really drunk," I can barely hear him yell. "You need to come pick her up …"

Now my stomach is at rock bottom. Miley drunk and Oliver calling me to pick her up can't mean anything great. Without hanging up the phone I grab my jacket, my car keys and race out of the door with no explanation to my mom or brother where I'm going. They don't even realize the front door is wide open as I practically dive in the car.

"Where is the party at, Oliver?" I try to remain calm as I put on my seatbelt and put the car in drive.

"Do you know where Jenny Brooke lives?"

I freeze at the mention of my worst enemy's name.

That slut. That complete and utter whore. What the heck are they doing there in the first place?

"We didn't even know it was her house, apparently it was her cousin having the party and Jenny got some keg and invited a shit load of people. Lilly, you need to get over here fast. Miles is just …. I've never seen her like this before, she's really not herself."

"For the love of god Oliver just watch her and keep her away from that blood sucking leech!" I throw my phone on the seat beside me and step on the accelerator.

Trust poor naïve Miley to get into a situation like this, and trust Oliver to be gullible enough to accept an invitation to some random party in the first place when he should have done a background check on the person actually throwing it. Whenever Jenny Brooke is mentioned the sentence following is never a good one. Miley being there and completely unaware of what she's doing is really fatal, especially when Jenny has had her beady eyes on her since the beginning of high school. Hatred flares through my veins until I finally reach the house in question. From the outside it doesn't look like a wild party is being thrown but through the windows it's obvious.

I basically run over to the front door and wrench it open, ducking inside inconspicuously. A typical senior party setting leers back at me and I dodge in-between drunken teenagers, fighting my way into the kitchen, all the while scanning the crowd. I decide to go outside onto the back deck, where to my relief I see Oliver standing with a very tipsy looking Miley. He has his arms wrapped around her and is looking apprehensive.

"Oliver!" I barrel over and grab an unstable Miley by the arms. "What the fuck?"

"I know, I know." Oliver waves off vaguely, transferring her dead weight onto me. "I think Jenny spiked her drink or something."

"That little-"

"I think its best if you take her home. You should take her back to your house; her dad would kill her if she stumbled in blind drunk." Oliver rubs his temples, the music pounding in our ears. "I would have taken her home but I think she's safest with you."

I nod automatically, wiping the hair from Miley's rosy face as she clings onto me and giggles. It's really weird to see her like this, I feel so hopeless. There's not much I can do except get her home and lay her in bed to sleep it off. But it doesn't look like she's in the mood for cooperating; I could just kill Jenny!

"You okay, Miles?" I ask gently, laying one hand on her cheek so she'll focus.

"You're so hot, Lilly …" she mumbles and grabs onto my shirt, scrunching it up into her hands.

Despite everything she still makes me blush. Oliver grabs Miley's arm and gives me a nod, telling me silently to walk around the house to the car.

"We're going home now, Miles. We're going back to mine," I reassure her like she's a child. I've never dealt with a drunken person before, I don't know what I'm doing and Oliver sure as heck isn't helping. He should have been keeping at eye on her!

"Why can't we stay?" Miley slurs as we half carry her. "Lilly, you'll have wicked fun inside, I swear. Dancing and dancing and…"

"Maybe later," I heed her. We near the front of the house by creeping in the shadows and to my dismay none other than Jenny Brooke is stood outside with a cigarette, wearing a mini skirt and short shirt that reveals way too much skin.

"Lilly," Oliver warns and nods to my parked car to remind me what we're supposed to be doing and not get sidetracked.

"Lilly Truscott!" Jenny suddenly yells and I wince as her screechy voice reaches my ears. Firmly gripping Miley, I stop and face her because I'm powerless to do anything else when I hate her so much I'm glaring daggers. She's stood by the door and we've just reached the road, Oliver tugging on Miley's arm to get me moving again. "Stewart is such a party girl! I never knew." She sneers condescendingly, looking to spark a reaction. I'm so mad I'm shaking. "When she was grinding up and down on me I swear to god she was ready for me to take her right then and there-"

I make a beeline for her, dropping Miley so Oliver has to quickly crouch and scoop her up, his cries falling unnoticed in the night air. All I want to do right now is rip her fake extensions out and beat the crap out of her for doing this. Needless to say she's prepared to fight and has dropped her cigarette, almost willing me to throw a punch and start a brawl. It's as I reach her that I remember Miley's state. She's almost passed out on the roadside and I'm being an irresponsible girlfriend. Jenny Brooke is not my priority right now.

"Are you jealous that Stewart wants me instead of you, Truscott?" she tries to provoke but I block her out. It's the only way to remain sane.

Nor caring what she thinks of me, I turn back and run over to Miley who is wide awake and a little disoriented as she leans against the car, a little woozy. Exactly how much alcohol is in her system?

"Just get her in the car," I order of Oliver while I try to collect my temper.

Jenny is jeering at me but I clench my fists and will my anger to dissipate, for my frustration to ooze away. It's not easy but I manage to restrain myself and clamber into the driver's seat, checking Miley's seatbelt as I start up the engine. Oliver salutes to me from outside and mimes that he's going home in his car and he'll call me tomorrow.

"We're going home now, Miles. I think you've had enough excitement for one night."

The road is dark and threatening; I'm not comfortable with driving at night. I have no alternative so I just suck it up and deal with it, glancing to the side occasionally to check on the tipsy brunette.

"I am so drunk." Miley hiccoughs and rests her head against the cool glass of the window in a lazy motion, eyes half closed.

I sigh and squeeze the steering wheel. "I know you are." I see Miley wake up slightly out of the corner of my eye and for her to look at me with a look I can't decipher.

Miley changes her tone to seductive. "I'm gonna give it to you so hard, Lilly. I wanna fuck you so bad… Do you think about it? Sex? I wonder what it would be like with you."

The car swerves in my surprise. This is most definitely not my Miley. She would never ever say something as vulgar as that, although her words have made me squirm a little in my seat. Still, drunken Miley is a little out there and I just hope for her sake she doesn't remember any of this in the morning. I think she would die an early death if she remembers what she actually said to me.

Her hand suddenly reaches over and rests on my thigh.

"What are you doing?" My palms are sweating and they're slipping a little on the steering wear and clutch. "C'mon now, Miles. We're almost at my house." I fake cheeriness to hide my apprehension.

"Didn't you hear me?" Miley asks sleepily and leans over, surveying me closely.

"I heard you. Let's just … wait until we get home." I'll say anything to keep her on side right now.

Finally, we reach my home and the front door is still wide open. Oh great, they didn't even notice I left in the first place.

Miley opens the door shakily and I run around to grab her before her legs tremble.

"You're like my superman or something …" she yawns and chuckles.

"That's right." I smile and gently walk with her to the door. "I'm your superman."

"Superman rocks," she assures me softly. "How cool is it that he can fly?"

"Very," I say eagerly, tip-toeing inside and nudging the door closed with my foot, praying for it not to make a noise. Getting caught would be such a wasted effort. "We have to be quiet." I try and figure a way for me to get her upstairs and into my room without attracting unwanted pandemonium. Time is ticking and I'm scanning ideas … Alas, my brain sparks an idea and I smile at Miley encouragingly as she touches the flowers in the vase on the table. "I'm gonna pick you up," I inform her and without further ado grab her thighs and wrap them around my waist as she upon reflex wraps her arms around my neck. I proceed to entwine both of my arms around her back and I tentatively begin the journey upstairs, trying not to think how nice it feels to have her like this.

"I'm exhausted," Miley mumbles in my ear, her hair almost obscuring my vision.

Upon reaching the landing, I heave a sigh of relief and carry her the last few meters into my bedroom, body shaking with the fact she's in my arms and utmost relief that she's safe and okay. Anything could have happened tonight.

"You're comfy," Miley mutters as I carefully sit her down on the bed and unhook her arms from around my neck.

"So are you." I smile and take off her boots. After managing to rid her of any sharp appliances I make sure her head hits the pillow and all body parts are on my double bed. Even utterly wasted she's still my beautiful angel, my sweet Miley. And no matter what she does I'll always love her as much as I do now. I don't so much as change into my own pajamas before lying down with her and stroking her hair while her breathing becomes rhythmic.

"What am I going to do with you?" I ask rhetorically and place a kiss against her flushed forehead. I watch her, making sure she's safe, my fingers entwining into the ends of her brown tresses lovingly. "I was so scared, Miles." I admit. "I can't believe Jenny. I'm going to protect you no matter what. You hear me? I love you so much. Too much."

And even in her slumber a pleasant smile graces Miley's sleeping features as that promise was made.

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Yay! A quicker update! Hope you guys enjoyed it; I was originally going to have Miley try and come on to Lilly while she was in her state of drunkenness but just thought the ending went a little better. Again, thank-you for reading and I'll hopefully update ASAP :) I should also say thanks for writing your own awesome Liley stories and sharing, they're inspiring.