Fuck school

April. The wonderful month of Spring break! It was a time where kids started to get slack with their studies and just looked forward to that one relaxing week of no school. And the parties, I guess. But I wasn't interested in a bunch of sweaty bodies all swaying around to some bad rap song. No, the great thing about my Spring break was where I was going. Mom's fears were subsiding and she felt that facing what we turned our back on would be the first step into, not only forgiving my dad, but herself. We actually had a talk about it and I wasn't rash and cruel, but thoughtful and honest. She understood that I just wanted the ghost that was haunting me at the back of my mind to leave and she told me she knew exactly what I meant because she felt the same way. We were both being eaten away and we had to put the consumer to rest, bury it before there was nothing left of us to feast on.

So, with redemption in our minds, we decided to head back to Oceanside, the place where my family was once whole. Seeing my best friend again after a few months of nothing but texting and talking on the phone would be great, but then there was the fact that I'd have to leave my current best friend for five days. That's a long time, considering I could hardly last one day without Miley to shed light on the darkness that was my life. She got brighter everyday and that meant I did too. What would happen without her? Would I sink back into the black shadows? Only emerging when we were reunited? Okay, thinking about how dependent I'd become of Miley was a bit freaky . Let's stick to simpler terms and say that having no Miley was bad.

I was already missing the girl and I hadn't even left yet. We were saying our goodbyes the night before I left after she helped me pack, making me get the depressing thought that maybe she wanted me to leave. But I knew Miley was just a helpful person and allowed that information to overpower my unreasonable assumptions.

"I really don't want to say goodbye," I said sadly, glaring at the suitcases Miley had placed neatly by my door.

"Me neither," she agreed, jumping on my bed and resting her head on my stomach. I brushed my fingers through the tips of her silky hair, which tickled me. I smiled despite my sadness and continued this until Miley flipped onto her stomach, burying her face into my shirt.

"Hey now, that's not a pillow, don't go drooling on me," I joked, happy to have more access to her tussled hair.

"Lilly, I want to come too," she whined, her mouth moving against me, causing weird sensations to shoot from where her hot breath seeped through the fabric of my shirt down to a place that made this moment very awkward.

"Well, maybe you can. Mom would let you, and Oliver has enough room at his place, so it's really just a matter of convincing your dad."

"He'd never let me..."

"You could always say it's a school fieldtrip or something," I suggested offhandedly, not really caring what methods she used as long as she ended up coming with me. That thought never occurred to me. I assumed Miley wouldn't want to get involved with my past life, but here she was, moping about, wanting to come with me, her face nestled into my gut in despair.

My shirt was riding up a bit, so her cheek brushed my skin, causing me to squirm in discomfort. If it came up anymore, her lips would touch me. Shivering at the thought, I pulled at her hair, wanting her to get up. She bit me in return and I yelped, though not in pain. It was more over the shock that shot through every part of my body before settling between my legs. I wasn't prepared for the rush and pulsations that her actions brought on and had physically reacted by jumping a little and Miley lifted her head and peered at me with a cheeky grin, almost as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. But she didn't have a clue.

"That's a good idea. I'll text you the answer, but just in case he says no, here's my goodbye." She shoved herself up and then collapsed on top of me. When her boobs squashed against mine and her thigh hit the place that was taking a lot of the heat tonight, I almost moaned. Almost.

"Goodbye? That was more of a body slam." She laughed and climbed off of me, stood up and dragged me after her.

This girl wasn't giving me a chance to reflect on what she was doing to me.

Her proactive attitude reared itself at random intervals and at this time of major mystification, I was thankful for it. I didn't want to think about these feelings right now. There was no reason to.

I caught her as she stumbled down the stairs and when we made it to the front door, our real possible-goodbye hug was initiated. Her arms settled around my neck, holding me tenderly with her face snuggled into my shoulder. I wanted to return everything she offered, but I lost myself in her warmth. There was never a time like this where I was so... aware of everything about Miley. Her smell, so sweet and unnameable and completely blocking all of my senses. Her stature, lean yet delicate in my hold. Her heart, racing against her chest, matching the rapid speed of mine.

"Bye," she whispered when she lifted her head, breath heating my ear. I leant slightly towards it, but stopped myself before my movements were noticed.

"Bye," I said back just as quietly, wanting my tone to match the mood. Gentle and thick with friendship. The best kind of friendship.

I was ecstatic about the journey. Not only was I enjoying the wind in my hair as Mom cruised down the highway with the roof down on her convertible, on our way to my old best friend's house, but Miley was by my side, experiencing the thrilling ride with me. We had to practically shout over the roaring wind and the pounding stereo, but that didn't make this three-hour trip any less great. I didn't want it to end.

We drove down a highway that was so close to the beach that Miley and I moved to the left side of the car so we could stare out at the shimmering blue sea. It was breathtaking. And I just so happened to let a thought slip through my lips about how the water was almost as amazing as Miley's eyes and she just gave me this weird look. It wasn't a "you're crazy" look, it was more of a "you're the sweetest person on this planet" look. That's what made it weird. I wasn't sweet in the least and having that being implied by the true sweetness of this world was a little strange.

After a few more miles, I was beginning to recognise my surroundings. Like the big buildings I would beg Mom to let me visit when I was younger. I never went in, just stared, fixated by their tremendous height. I was so easily entertained. The streets were still busy just like I remembered and I would occasionally point something out and tell Miley a story about the adventures Oliver and I had there. She seemed interested and asked me to continue when I stopping because I thought I was boring her.

Mom pulled into Oliver's driveway and the boy was waiting for us. I called out to him excitedly and leapt from the car and into his awaiting arms.

"It's good to see you again, Lilly!" he said over my tuneless repetition of his name. By the time he escaped my death grip and his mom and dad greeted me, Miley had gotten her suitcases from the car and was making her way over to Oliver and I, saying hi to Oliver's parents along the way. "So you're the infamous Miley." I stomped on his foot for that. He covered his mouth and failed immensely at muffling a squeal.

"That would be me," Miley replied, shooting a knowing smile at me and I felt my face burn.

"How's my Lilly been treating you? She can be a little nutty at..." he paused and waved innocently at me as I glared at him. Miley chuckled, but I sensed its fraudulency.

"Your Lilly?" She questioned, an eyebrow quirked and her smile tight. What was that about? Oliver bought it and grinned, thinking she was joking, but something told me it was a serious question.

"You're right. This one can't be owned!" he bellowed, laughing. I rolled my eyes, but was totally happy about seeing Oliver again. Even though he was a huge goof.

Is it me, or did I say "come" a lot during that scene on Lilly's bed? Hmm, did I do that on purpose? You think I did? Oh, come now! What do you take me for?