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Chapter 13: Make up, Make Out, What?

I woke up with the sun shining directly into my closed eyes. The sunlight caused a burst of bright orange and red through my eyelids. My eyelids flickered open, only to be rewarded with the blinding light, I immediately closed them and rubbed them gently. I yawned and stretched, my skin becoming taut over my legs, back, and neck.

Moving to sit up, I notice a slight weight on my abdomen. Lily is napping, using my head as a pillow. She must think everything is peachy keen, now that she made me cry. Dammit. I frown as I notice her position. She had one arm lay lazily over my thighs, stroking them softly in her sleep. Her other arm and hand was on my shoulder, fingers twirling my hair gently. If I wasn't pissed, I would have liked the attention.

I push her off of me with an animalistic grunt. She hits the floor with a grunt herself. She is immediately woken up and looks up at me, eyes thick looking with left over sleep and confusion. I see the realization dawn in her eyes and she stands up quickly and backs up, her eyes locking with mine the whole time. She says nothing, smart of her to.

At that exact moment, Jake jumps down the stairs, and over the couch with a triple spin and lands perfectly in front of me. I grin, he's wearing rollerblades. I hear Oliver before I see him.

"CATCH ME, BABY!"

He's running down the stairs and jumps over the couch, free runner or parkour style. Jake braces himself and catches Oliver, spinning on his skates as he does so.

We're over 30. Yet we still do shit like that. Amazing, huh?

I start to laugh, and Lily does, too. Jake and Oliver are already laughing, interrupting themselves to share a quick, sweet kiss. I look away as they do, feeling as if I was a voyeur.

After resurfacing from their kiss, Jake speaks up.

"It's five. The clubs are already open. So get ready, we're going."

I stare at him. "..what?"

"Club. Get ready. Leaving." Oliver tries to clarify this for me. I still stare. Lily's reaction is the same.

"Me, too?"

"Hell yea, all four of us, babe." I blink again and Oliver sighs, jumps from his man's arms and starts to push me up the stairs.

"I don't have any clothes..!"

"Yes you do. Closet." He pushes me into the room and slams the door. I hear someone…well…three people run up the stairs and down to the end of the hallway. I think Lily made a run for it. I chuckle lightly to myself as I open the closet door.

I gasp. Loudly. The closet isn't a closet. It's a fucking house. My face stretches into a huge grin, mouth still slightly open. I end up laughing hysterically, screaming like the girl I should be.

I'm downstairs now, about ready to get into the car. I'm wearing a white tee that shows my midriff, and a small black leather jacket to cover the almost nonexistent sleeves. My pants are skinny jeans with my signature chains and straps and converse boots. I love Oliver for salvaging those. My makeup. Hoowee, I went for the smoky look, making my dead gray-blue eyes actually stand out a bit.

Lily walks down the stairs with Jake. I think she might even look hotter than I do right now. All of her clothes are tight. Black tee. White pants. High heeled boots. Silver eyeliner. Black mascara. Silver eye shadow. The result is…stunning, actually.

Oliver is wearing skinny jeans and a band tee. Jake is wearing shorts and a white and pink abstract tee.

We arrive at the club. A gay club, of course. Called Kings and Queens. I snicker at the name, so unoriginal. We walk in. Oliver and Jake go immediately to the floor, all over each other. The song playing is unrecognizable. It has fast beats and a smooth rhythm. So you could either jump around to it or move your hips sinuously against a partner. I did neither. I went straight to the bar. The bartender was…not that interesting. It was a girl, that's about all I can tell you. I order a double shot of straight vodka. Downed it in one hit. I smirk and ask for another. The same fate happens to that shot, as well.

Lily is dancing with Oliver. But, the normality is reversed. Oliver is moving his hips against Lily's acting just like a girl in a hip-hop music video.

I smirk, and down another double shot.

Two hours pass and I still haven't danced. Oliver and Jake have been on the floor since we got here, no break whatsoever. Lily is leaning against a wall, at the other end of the floor.

The song finishes and a synthesizer sound plays in its place.

Red One.

Konvict.

Gaga.

I've had a little bit too much, much.

All of the people start to rush, rush babe.

The song immediately grabs my attention, and I notice that Lily likes it, too. I'm still pissed at her, but damn. She looks good. She wants me. What the hell?

I move around the floor, grab her wrist and whisper in her ear. "We're dancing."

She grins and move to the floor, practically jumping. We're facing each other, and I have my hands on her hips and her arms are in the air. Our hips are touching, moving against each other in time to the beat. When the chorus hits, she snakes her arms around my neck, and I'm pretty sure people are staring. She starts to move her hips differently, around in a circle and she pulls us close together, so our whole bodies are touching. Her lips are parted and she's slightly panting. I can't think, I can barely move. She's trying to seduce me, and hell, it's working. I glance over and see Oliver and Jake.

Jake has a hold of Oliver's hips and he throws him up. Oliver spins in the air, and lands with a spin, and switches to a flare. Right in the middle of the damn club. Jake grins and joins him, grabbing hands, they start dancing…normally again.

I want to continue watching the show, but Lily is breathing in my ear. I turn to face her, she's smiling. Fuck it. I can't take this anymore. I want her. I want her, dammit!

I drag her off of the floor and press my lips to hers, roughly. I feel her smile against my bruising kiss, and her hands tangle themselves in my hair. She pulls me back a bit, so the kiss breaks off.

"I get it. You want me. I want you. Be gentle." I smirk and press my lips to hers again, lightly sucking on her lower lip.

"Woo! Jakey, honey, look!"

"Hell, they made up well."

"Make out."

"No. Made up."

"Well, they're making out, now."

I break the kiss to face them. "You know, dipshits, even though I was tongue-tied, I can still hear your dumbass comments."

Lily laughs and kisses my cheek. "That's my Miley…"

A/N: Sorry 'bout the long wait. I lost my inspiration for a while, but I found it back with Just Dance by Lady Gaga. Love love them. ;D Also check out When I Grow Up by Pussycat Dolls, picture that song for the first dancing song.