Author's Note: Warning- I will most likely place this under 'M' for the later mature content. So start looking in that section for my story. Thank-you. The reviews were beyond amazing, I don't deserve your praise.
Music: All Over Me- from the movie Loving Annabelle. Warm Whispers- Missy Higgins.
Farah A: I'm glad we got that worked out and I do agree with you, now that I think about it. I feel a little silly, actually. I'm happy to see you're still enjoying the story.
xTexasgalx: … Holy shit (excuse my French) but oh my god. You are making me blush. I was blown away, really. I'm so, so (so) ecstatic to hear that you love my story. And also I'm glad to see that you enjoyed the movie theater scene, I wasn't too sure how I wanted that to go, but from the looks of it it came out well. And yes I am always concerned on the progression of their relationship. Sometimes I think I'm going to fast and other times I feel that it is too slow. Your review makes me uncontrollably giddy every time I read it.
hpfreak2008: I'm so happy to hear you think this story is realistic; it's what I'm mainly striving for (other then pleasing my readers, of course.) I'm glad you took notice of Miley's mixed feelings of sex. I wanted it get it across as something no one should be ashamed of and I also wanted to write it in a way that wasn't "gross" to some readers. Thanks.
oh one: If you have read my other story Here's the Thing you'll learn that I love detail in books and my own stories, I think it gives so much more. So I'm extremely giddy to know that you like it as well. Also I wanted the pace of the story to be slow; I didn't want to rush anything, so thanks for understanding. I know I haven't been keeping the characters in… well character I tend to drift a little, but it brightens my day knowing that you can look past it and truly enjoy the story. I won't give anything away so you'll just have to keep reading to know what happens with Lily and Oliver. Great review I really appreciate it.
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"Come in."
My request hangs in the air of Lily's car. The engine is rumbling and her keys are jingling against the neck of the steering wheel. It's late and I smell of smoke from the café. But I want her. I want her to stay.
Lily turns off the car and switches the headlights off. Even in the dark, I know she's smiling. We both step out of the car. I dig quickly through my purse and pull out my keys. I lead her inside. The house is very dark; I'm home a little past my curfew. Jackson's car is gone; he's most likely out with Gwen. I don't hear my dad's guitar I know he's asleep.
Lily stands off to the side, her hands clasped together. She is nervously chewing the inside of her cheek.
"I should call my parents; let them know I'm staying." Lily says quickly grabbing her cell phone and dialing. "Hi mom." Lily sighs into the phone. "No I'm fine… I'm with Miley… no… yes… you said you would try, please, just- Okay… hey dad. I know she's trying. Thank-you." Lily smiles into the phone. "I love you too."
She hangs up looking slightly peeved but also anxious.
"Do want something to drink?" I ask trying to peel the pressure from her.
"No."
"Food?"
"No… could I use your shower?"
I nod. "Sure, I'll be up in a minute." I try giving an encouraging smile but Lily simply bounds up the stairs like a scared deer. What is up with her? Okay, okay, okay… I try breathing a little slower. What exactly do I want to happen tonight? Does Lily think I want to… oh no. Just as I'm about to run after her, I stop. Do I want to go to that level? I blush deeply even considering it.
Yes.
Yes.
I walk up the stairs slowly with a new sense of being. I pass my dad's closed door, I can hear him snoring. I step into my dimly lit room and shut the door. I can hear Lily taking her shower. I don't want to scare her. Maybe once she's showered everything will make more sense.
I sit on my bed and I wait. The shower head stops. I can hear the curtain pulling pulled back. I smile, my insides jump.
"Miley?"
I leap up at her voice. "Yes!"
"Do you have anything that I can barrow for tonight?" She shyly asks through the now cracked door.
I pull out a pair of pajama shorts and camisole. Her hand appears from out of the door. I hand them over and she quietly thanks me before shutting the door. I gather my own clothes to change into and wait again.
She walks out of the bathroom combing her hair. I brush past her and into the bathroom; maybe once I'm showered things will make sense to me. There's a towel lying over the sink. Her clothes are folded in a small pile. I grin as I slowly strip and test the water- ah nice and warm.
After showering, brushing my teeth, and attempting to calm the jungle that is my hair I walk out and find Lily nervously biting her nails and sitting on the edge of my bed. She doesn't see me. She's in her own world. I like it when she wears my clothes. A lot more of her skin is showing through that navy camisole.
I take a moment, before calling out to her, to gather myself. Sort through my mind. But Lily sees me before I can fully contain my thoughts.
"Oh, hey didn't see you there." Lily smiles weakly.
"Are you okay? You don't have to stay." I inform her with a defeated sigh.
"I want to… it's just…"
"What?" I say flinging my arms out. "You look uncomfortable and unhappy. Have I done something wrong?"
"God no!" Lily jumps up and walks over swiftly to me. "You have done nothing, in fact your making it harder to… to…"
"What?" I whisper.
"Breathe." Lily says meeting my eyes and giving a timid glance. I put my hand on her upper arm and rub it up and down slowly.
"Just relax. I'm your friend remember? Why are you getting so worked up?"
"I could ask you the same question." Lily replies with her endless wit and placing her hand on mine.
My breath hitching up and gets caught in my throat. She notices my sudden lack of oxygen and smiles wickedly. Before she can say or do anything first I kiss her. It's slow. My lips press lightly on hers. I'm not looking for much. Lily places her hand on my back and pulls me closer. Our bodies come in contact.
As a reflex my hands go right around her neck and she wraps herself around my waist. This is good, just a kiss goodnight, nice and slow. Her hair is still a little damp. She smells like my raspberry shampoo. We break apart and I can't tear my eyes away from her chest as she breathes in and out just a littler faster then normal.
"Miley?"
"Lily?"
Where is this going? How do we start? Do I just blurt it out?
"What are you thinking?" Lily asks diving in first with her arms now draped over my shoulders.
"I'm having trouble getting myself together." I admit truthfully.
"Me too." Lily nods her eyes quickly dart to my bed and then back to me. Is she… does she… what does that look mean? I've never seen her eyes so clouded with an emotion so strong. Is this crazy?
"M-Miley…" She trails off unable to complete her sentence. I want to read her mind. I want to know just what she wants from me.
"Let's sit." I pull her to the bed. I sit up one leg under me and another hanging off the edge of the bed. Lily is sitting in an Indian style, waiting (but for what? For what?) I bit my lip and twist my hands together. I look at my feet; my toenails are painted a light pink tonight. Maybe if I focus in on my painted toes this tension will leave, this worried expression will vanish from my face.
Lily's hand finds its way to my upper thigh, nearing another place all together. I can't move, I can't function. Lily leans in and takes my face between her hands. Before I know what is happening she is kissing me, and I like it, this new way she's holding me, cradling me.
I don't realize I'm being gently laid down on my bed until my back sinks into the soft comforter. My sheets are a little rumpled a little wrinkled. Lily's hands find new parts of me. She's placed one respectfully on my breast and another stroking my cheek. I run my hands down her back slowly pulling the camisole up.
My fingers touch the bare skin of her back. She is silk, I dig my fingernails in a little deeper as Lily pushes down on my chest with hers, and I love the contact, the pressure. Lily gasps slightly as my hands roughly scan her back a second time. And then she pulls back.
"Miley… I…" She sits up and I along with her. She stares intently at me for a moment before continuing. "We don't have to do this, we can wait. I mean… I'm not looking to push you into anything…"
A shake my head silencing her. "I want too. Do you?"
"Yes." Lily answers her eyes darkening with the same emotion from earlier, I now realize that look is desire. "But I'm…"
"Scared? Nervous?" I grin shyly taking her hand.
Lily nods and holds my hand tightly. "Very nervous… but I love you, so much and I want this to be special and… just about you and me."
"I agree." I smile at her as Lily looks to me grinning from ear to ear. So now what? Feeling my palms start to sweat I slowly begin to rise the end up my shirt up. But, I stop, my face heats up. I can't do this.
"It's okay." Lily coaxes me while placing one hand on my leg and another on my cheek. "Here." She leans me back into the bed. I feel more comfortable lying down. "Can I… can I…?" She trails off gesturing to my clothes.
I fill my lungs with a deep breath and then I nod quickly. I shut my eyes as Lily's fingers start to pull my shirt up. I feel my face burning as my upper body is completely exposed. I hear Lily mumble something to herself. I open my eyes, she is staring at me.
"What?" I whisper.
"You're beautiful…" Lily gasps kissing my collar bone. I shudder, but my face is still afire.
"I want… I want to see you." I say boldly. Lily raises her arms and I sit up a little and grasp the bottom of the camisole before pulling it up and over her head. We toss our shirts onto the floor. I lay back down and Lily straddles me. We smile shyly and her hand trails down my side to my pajama pants.
"Are you okay with this?" She asks meaning her removing the rest of my clothes.
I feel confident. "Yes." It's a lot slower then when she took off my top. I raise my hips so she can take them off fully. Before she can strip me off my underwear I remove her shorts, by leaning in and gently pulling them down.
Lastly, the underwear, since my hands are already on her hips I help her slide out of hers. In return she carefully peels mine from me. We both lay completely nude and embarrassed. Finally Lily pushes our bodies together as she kisses me. Her skin is hot and her tongue burns inside my mouth. Teeth, tongues, nails, arms and legs, we cocoon ourselves together.
My hips rock, unbeknownst to me, against hers earning me a muffled moan from Lily. I blush; she's never made a noise quite like that before. And then, Lily puts a small amount of space between us. "Do you trust me?" She asks, her hair hanging over me and her hands resting on my hips.
"Yes." I reply strongly, because I do, I trust her with my life.
I move to get situated Lily pauses, I feel her hovering just above the once place no one has ever kissed or touched. It's awkward at first. Lily is nervous and just as tense as I' am, but it's strange and a little uncomfortable. She's pressing inside and my mind hazes. My back digs down into the bed and my mouth hangs slightly ajar.
I blink a few times; I feel the tears lining my eyes. But I want this; I need this because she means the world to me. I want to feel connected to her in a way I've never been. There is pain, but it's a different kind. I think I'm perfectly content with this feeling. But just as I'm growing accustomed to this, it changes.
There is pleasure now. I open my eyes fully and search for Lily's. She is hovering just above me. She's trying not to crush me, but I want us to collide. I take my hands, that earlier were wrapped around the sheets, and place them on her back to bring her in. She grunts softly as we come in.
We are whispering gibberish. Nothing that pours from either of our mouths makes sense. Our languages tonight are moans and sighs of comfort. I'm holding onto her as if she would fade away. I'm pressing myself into her skin, to mold and become apart of her.
We begin to slow. I feel her heart hammering on my chest. She is breathing rapidly and unevenly, much like my own. She rests her head on my shoulder.
"I love you." I breathe out.
I feel her nod into me. "I… I love you too."
We trace out each other's faces. My index finger runs a soft line down her nose to her lips. She rubs my chin and strokes my cheek.
"Do you trust me?" I ask her the same way she did me.
Lily smiles and nods, "Yes." Her voice is thick and still husky. I take my cue and we roll over. I take my place above her and she settles into the bed. I'm not sure I know what to do. I know I want to make her feel as good as she made me feel. So, I go with my instinct that rumbles inside of me.
I repeat many of her actions. Slowly at first, I take in the sound of her voice whimpering deep in her throat. As I continue to move inside of her I nuzzle my face against her neck. I want to worship her body, this porcelain holy ground that makes me break as I hear her whisper my name.
I mouth her name against her cheek. Her hair is spread out on the pillows as mine hangs off my shoulder and tickles her nose. I want to tell her just how much I adore her but no words come out, I only moan softly. She pulls me in for a kiss as I begin to steady our shaking bodies. We stop together at the same time. We embrace and try to regain our breath.
As I roll over onto the other side of the bed Lily pushes the hair out of her eyes and then fixes mine tenderly. We hold hands and stay lying down; both of our eyes start to grow heavy. Lily and I nestle together and breathe in and out acting like one body, one heart beating and I know that this is where I always want to be- this close, this connected- I always want her to feel like home…
I can hear the rain padding against my window. I feel a solid warmth wrapped around me. Her hair is tossed over my shoulder and down my neck. I feel her lips on my back. I smile, still with closed eyes. I don't want to move just yet.
"It's early." I mumble my voice thick with sleep.
"I know." Lily says into my back, her lips still grazing over my hot skin. "But I couldn't resist."
I turn over slowly, the sheets hiss as I move to face her. "Last night…" I trail off, I have to know.
"Last night was perfect." Lily assures me with a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "I feel so close to you." She's holding my cheek now. I place my hand on her shoulder and rub her collar bone tenderly.
"I know exactly what you mean." I smile. Lily leans in but I pull back sharply. "Sorry, morning breath." I say shielding my mouth. "Mine's the worst."
"I don't care." She replies sternly pulling my hand back and planting a deep kiss on my lips. We separate; my body relaxes in her arms as I play with her hands, self consciously drawing our initials in them.
"I have to leave soon."
"No, don't go." I beg letting go of her hands and frowning. "It's still early, stay and have breakfast. I'll cook and then we'll spend the day lounging around."
Lily sighs and closes her eyes. "That would be heavenly and it's so tempting…"
"But?" I say rolling my eyes as she opens hers and stares at me.
"But I can't, you know that. My mom will probably drag me away if I'm not home soon. I want her to trust us."
I know I shouldn't be like this. But I want her to stay, we've just uncovered the new level of our relationship and she's being taken from me all too soon. I don't mind being selfish if it means Lily gets to spend her time here, lying with naked skin pressed against me.
"… Fine." I mutter after a moment in my thoughts. "But I'm not happy."
Lily smiles and strokes my hair. "You're never happy unless you're getting your way. I should start calling you princess." She teases.
I stick out my tongue and shake my head. Lily laughs a throaty laugh and kisses my shoulder. "I'll see you this weekend, that's a promise. I can't bear to be away from you for too long… now that we've… now that we have this new connection." Lily confesses softly rubbing my arm.
"Okay." Is my reply, but I'm not moving first.
Lily keeps smiling until she realizes I'm dead set on my mission to keep her here. "Miley…" She breaths out annoyed. I have my arms wrapped around her, not letting go.
"Lily…" I say mocking her slightly. Seeing her "serious" face I groan and let go. She gathers the sheets around her and starts looking for her clothes. (I could get use to spending my mornings this way.)
This isn't working. It's been exactly twenty minutes since she's left, and I can't bear to move or do anything productive. I've showered, but slipped into a comfy t-shirt and shorts. The television isn't a good distraction. The radio just plays love songs over and over.
…I don't feel any different. I thought maybe after going to that place with Lily I would have this distinct change about myself. But I feel mostly the same, except for this joy lingering in my system (in my heart.) Is what being in love feels like? I'm on a cloud. I can't really understand what else is going on.
What is this war and tragedy you speak of? I only know peace and harmony. Love, love I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop smiling. This is what she does to me. If this is all a great dream, do not wake me…
"Why didn't you call?"
Lily looks to the ground and tightens her grasp on her backpack. "I'm so sorry Miley, but my mom was on my case all weekend. She thinks we're spending too much time together. I tried reasoning with her but; well you know how she is."
Lily looks genuinely apologetic. I know I shouldn't be so clingy and needy but, I want her with me. I feel fuller and lighter all at the same time when Lily touches me or smiles at me.
"It's okay, besides I had time to finish that Chemistry paper so it's fine." I assure her as her faces drops.
"Oh no! My Chemistry paper!" Lily shouts frantically trying to find it in her locker.
I pat her on the back. "Tough luck Truscott." I joke.
"Hey guys."
It's weird but it feels like I don't know Oliver anymore. It's like I've been living on this whole other universe dedicated to worshipping Lily and he's all the way across the galaxy.
"Hey Oliver." I wave as he makes a confused look to Lily, who is now having a minor panic attack as she digs through her folders looking for her paper. "Lily lost her homework."
"Not lost! Simply misplaced." Lily corrects me with a stern shake of her index finger.
Oliver hides a smile with his hand and I roll my eyes.
"You need to get organized." I tell her.
"Well maybe you can help me. Is there a tutoring class after school?" She giggles leaning over to me.
"Yes, and its late hours, you'll have to spend lots of time with me." I add in a flirting manner. We are about to kiss when I hear a group of girls cough. I start to pull back but Lily takes my arm and brings me in.
The kiss is short but lingers on my lips as she rocks back on her heels smiling proudly. Oliver is staring at the ground and seems extremely interested in his shoes. Lily links her arm with mine and we walk away. Oliver trudges behind and I feel a slight twinge of pain in my heart for him. He doesn't deserve this.
Lily seems to be reading my mind and steps back to link her arm with his. He smiles a litter brighter and off we go, through the halls of eternal judgment.
"How was your weekend Miss. Stewart?" Mrs. Fredrick smiles from her desk. The raw scent of freshly opened paint greets me as I sit down.
"Refreshing." I reply with my good wit finding itself. She rises an eyebrow nods.
"I suppose mine was likewise." She says gathering her supplies together and rinsing a paintbrush.
The class filters in; Bonnie saves me a warm smile. "It's good to see you, Miley especially after everything that's happened."
I nod. "Thanks Bonnie it means a lot… knowing someone is there."
She shrugs. "It's called being human."
I feel her words linger in the air as I begin spreading dark blue on my paper. My fingers loosely hold up my brush as I freely wash color over the white canvas. Being human… being human…I outline a body in black. What does it mean to be human?
Caring.
Loving.
Warmth.
I spread a golden yellow through out the body outline. The background is navy blue. The colors oddly match. Next I rinse my dirty brush slowly in my water dish, I contemplate the picture. What am I trying to say? What is it that my viewer's will feel? … I want them to experience a sense of wholeness. I want them to have this kind of love.
I dab my brush into the red. In the top corner of the chest I paint in a heart, it's small, it could almost go unnoticed. But it's there… In this wild world, however big and seemingly cruel there is a beating heart. A defined pulse that grows and nourishes the small part in ourselves that opens up to love.
Satisfied, I grab a paper towel and begin digging the paint out of my nails and fingers. "I like it." Her voice makes me snap to attention. Bonnie leans over to get a better view. "It's… comforting."
I smile because it's a good reaction. "Thanks… I like yours as well."
She snorts. "You don't have to lie."
"I'm not."
Bonnie has sketched out a willow tree next to a pound. She has skillfully drawn the leaves of the willow to look as though they are dancing in the gentle breeze. She's only just now adding her colors (green, blue, purple, nice and cool.)
Bonnie shyly pushes her short red bangs from her face and smiles. "Thank-you, it means a lot."
I shrug and nod before cleaning my area. The sudden knowledge that I will see Lily soon fills me with a shudder. Ever since Friday night I can't seem to concentrate on anything but her body, her skin. I quickly dash out of the art room as the bell rings. Lily is waiting, her back pressed up against the wall and flipping through a book (A Hundred Years of Solitude.)
"Hey." I greet cheerfully.
She looks up at me with a tender smile and takes my hand. "I missed you." She whispers stroking my palm.
"And I you." I say softly. "… Come over tonight."
"Okay."
I'm not accepting anything out of tonight. I just need to feel her close to me, preferable every inch of her skin burning into mine… but other then that, nothing. She says she can't stay late as I close the door behind her. Lily tells me she needs to pick up a few things at the store for her mom (eggs, carton of milk, and paper towels.) I offer to go with her but she waves it off and we sit down.
The couch embraces us as we smile timidly at one another. "It's weird," Lily begins, "Being around you after… the other night. It's like well I can't explain it."
I smile and run a hand up and down her leg as she sits Indian style. "Neither can I, but you're happy right? I know we haven't really talked about it yet…"
Lily holds up her hand. "I'm so happy; you wouldn't believe how giddy I've been all weekend and today. Miley, I'm so completely in love with you."
I love hearing her say it. I can't control myself; I kiss her as deeply as I can, as much as my lips can muster. I want to scream at the top of my lungs: I love you! I love you Lily Truscott!
"Pass the milk."
I push the carton across the table and Lily pours herself a second glass. I comp down on the chocolate bar that has been left in the refrigerator for only god knows how long. It's later in the afternoon the sun is just starting to set. Lily flips through one of the newer issues of my magazine.
"When's the next Hannah concert?"
I finish chewing, "Next week, I think. Will Lola make an appearance?" I giggle.
"Oh, of course! A concert wouldn't be complete without her!" Lily explains laughing.
I see a picture of Hannah; it was taken last month right before I went on stage. It occurs to me now; will Hannah ever come out to her audience?
"Lily?"
"Yeah?" She asks munching on a part of my chocolate bar.
"Do you ever think it would be wise for Hannah to come out?"
Lily sets the chocolate and magazine down and faces me by placing her hands on my knees. "I think it's your decision, but in all honesty I don't think it's anyone's business."
"But what if a reporter asks?"
Lily shrugs. "Say next question, move it along. Miley, if you want everyone to know about us then I'm perfectly fine with it. But you must realize you would be loosing lots of your listeners… but then again gaining others." Lily grins and kisses my cheek.
I nod. "Maybe I won't it's not their place to know about my private life anyway."
We nod, confirming it a done deal, a well thought out discussion.
"Why is there never anything good on TV?" I whine tossing the remote down and muting the weather channel. (Clear skies on Wednesday but change of rain on Thursday.)
Lily shrugs as her hold on my waist tightens.
"Don't know." She yawns into my side, snuggling closer. I wrap my arm are her shoulder and pull myself into her. "But this is nice."
"We're just sitting." I smirk looking down at her.
She nods. "But I'm here, I'm with you. What else do I need?"
I rest my cheek on her head and we watch as Charlie Storm, head meteorologist, reports the weekend weather. I should probably start on that history paper, finish that book for English, but with Lily embracing me so warmly, I could care less.
The sound of my dad's key twisting the lock of the door brings us out of our daze. "Hey girls." He yawns shedding his coat and placing his wallet on the table.
"Hi daddy."
"Sup Mr. S."
He walks upstairs. I feel Lily's fingers rub my side slowly and carefully. "Turn around." Lily says sitting up.
"What?" I laugh.
"Just turn around so your feet are facing me."
I do as she says placing my legs in her lap and leaning my back against the armrest. Lily pulls my socks off and smiles. "Knew it." She giggles and then begins rubbing the souls of my feet.
"Knew what?" I ask.
"You have perfect little feet." She grins putting the slightest pressure on my heel and massaging my toes. It feels heavenly, I let my hands clasp together in my own lap and my eyes close. This is the only way to end the day.
"Here, let me have your feet!" I say reaching over.
"No way! My feet are disgusting, equipped with nasty blisters from new skateboarding shoes. My old ones have a huge tear on the bottom. Sorry Miss. Miley no touching my feet." She frowns waving her hand at me.
"Come on."
"Nope."
"Please!"
"If you keep asking I'll have to take to drastic measures!" Lily threatens with an evil stare.
"… Pleeease." I whine.
"That's it!" Lily laughs; she takes my foot between her hands and starts tickling me. I squeal out in surprise and try pulling my feet away but her hold on me grips tighter. She's tickling me fiercely; I can't take it anymore, tears well up in my eyes as I laugh and cry out for her to stop.
"Mercy! Oh have mercy!" I giggle, my cheeks getting red and flushed. She lets go and smiles proudly.
I collapse back into the couch and sigh tiredly. "You are a cruel one Lily Truscott." She lies down next to me and kisses my cheek softly.
"What if I apologized?" She whispers into my neck. Her breath is hot and smells like chocolate from earlier.
"We'll see." I smile turning around a little to face her completely. I kiss her and I feel her smile against the kiss.
"I have to go." She sighs stroking my cheek. "But I don't want to go."
"Then don't." I say take her hand.
"I need to pick up those things for my mom. And besides, we've got school tomorrow."
"Since when did you become so responsibly?" I tease poking her nose as it crinkles. Lily leans in and kisses me quickly and pulls back with a wicked grin.
"You have that effect on me, you make me better."
I sigh and sit up along with her. I walk her to the door. We stand just outside my door. The air is sharp and cool against my bare arms. The sun has set and night has taken the day captive. The sky is a sleek black, it gives me chills. "I'll see you tomorrow okay? We'll tease Amber and Ashley by me groping you in the hallway, okay?" Lily jokes rubbing her hands up and down my arms trying to warm me.
"Alright." I sigh. "But pinky promise on the groping?" I ask in my best flirting tone.
"Oh, of course." Lily grins kissing me again before running off to her car. As she drives off she unrolls the window and shouts, "Love you!"
I wave back, "Love you too!" I reply laughing.
10:04 p.m.
I turn the TV off and go upstairs.
10:30 p.m.
I've finished brushing my teeth and slipping into a comfy pair of pajamas.
11:00 p.m.
The lights are off and I drift away in a dream world, thinking of her face. I swear I can almost feel her fingers on my skin.
3:03 a.m.
"Miley! Miley!"
Someone is shaking me roughly. "What?" I mumble rolling over in bed. I open my clouded eyes and see my dad's horror stricken face. I bolt up in my bed.
"What? What is it?"
"Lily… there's… Miley's she's been in an accident."
Author's Note: … I'm not so sure about this. You tell me, was it good? The (lack of a better name) "sex scene" was supposed to be somewhat classy. I've seen so many character degrading scenes when it comes to having them take things to that level. I was shooting for embarrassing but sweet. Hopefully this chapter wasn't too painful to read. Oh and it looks like more conflicts (and lots of Miley angst) are being hurled our way. So, duck if you want.
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