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Chapter 14

Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach as the days flew by. I didn't understand why I was so nervous. As the days ended and another one started the butterflies grew in size and I felt so nauseous I actually threw up on the day of the date. I've been on dates before, sure it was a long time ago, but still.. it wasn't like this was my first real date in... a year. Holy shit! It's been that long since I last dated?! What the hell! No wonder I was so nervous.

The last time I dated and actually went out with a girl with no other intention of just being in her company was with... Mikayla. Sure I took girls out, but that was only to get in their pants so I wouldn't call it a date if my intentions were elsewhere other than getting to know the girl.

Maybe that's why I was so nervous. I didn't want anything sexual with Miley, she's way beyond that. Honestly. But if anything ever went that way, I wouldn't mind it. I'm just sayin'.

When I walked out of the girls restroom after school was over, and I had just puked my stomach inside out, I found Oliver and Mikayla in a heated discussion at my locker. I hid in the corner, like a ninja, a little ways from my locker and strained my ears to hear part of the conversation. Now I wasn't one for eavesdropping because I love my privacy private, but if it's my best friend and ex-girlfriend talking and they both looked heated then I was most likely the center of attention.

And I was.

"Stay away from her, Mikayla!" Oliver growled. Mikayla didn't even seem phased by his hostility while I was taken aback. In all of the time that I knew Oliver, he was never one to snap at anyone, especially not to a girl.

"No!" Mikayla said defiantly. "I told you I'd be back and now that I am I'm gonna take back what's mine and belongs to only me!" she stated seriously.

Oliver guffawed, "You can't be serious?!" He shook his head in disbelief when Mikayla didn't relax. "You said if I chipped in and helped you get to Camp Rock you were gonna win Final Jam and never come back! What happened to that?" He asked seriously.

I blinked. What? He helped her escape from my undying love for her?! WHAT THE FUCK!? No way, he's just jerking my chain. There's no way my best friend would do that to me, especially since he knew how fucking much in love I was with her!

"About that..." she trailed off with a bitchy shit-eating grin on her face. "How did it feel to help break your best friend's heart?" I froze where I was and held in my breath as I watched Oliver's anger disperse into shame.

He shook his head, the mop of shaggy hair sitting on his head swayed side to side slowly. "You were gonna break up with her anyway," he said so low I wondered how I even heard him. "Better to have you as far away from her while she heals." he said almost like he wanted to believe it.

I, for one, couldn't believe what I heard. She was going to break up with me anyway? Why? Oh yeah, because I was a workaholic and neglected her altogether.

"Well obviously that didn't work since she's still in love with me!" Mikayla exclaimed. My eyes went wide about the same time Oliver whipped his head up, his hair flying all over the place as he did so, and gave her a confused look. "Oh please, don't act like you can't see it." Mikayla waved off his look like it was nothing. "I can see the jealousy flare in her eyes when she sees me all affectionate with Mitchie, and the longing in her eyes when we pass each other in the hallways. And plus, she whispered in my ear the other day when she fucked me in the girls restroom." Did I really? I don't even remember! I was caught up in all of her again to realize what I was saying.

I think this finally blew the gasket for Oliver because he was all red in the face. "I swear to God...," he took a few deep breaths of air to calm down before shaking his head. "You're a dumb ass. An even bigger one than me. Lilly's not a fucking piece of item that you can enjoy for a long period of time before putting her on the shelf again until you decide you want her back! She's a fucking human being and you single handedly fucked her over." Mikayla looked like she was about to interrupt but Oliver stuck his hand in her face and silenced her. "She loved you, even when she didn't show it. She's not the type of person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She shows her love differently, you should fucking know that." He looked like he wanted to say more but he stopped himself and gave her a hard look. "Because of you she's not the same girl I knew back then, and I'll be damned if you come waltzing back into her life just to do it all over again." With that he turned around, away from me, and made his way to the school's door.

I saw Mikayla reach out but before she could touch him he turned back around and she jumped back.

"F.Y.I, if you're gonna try and get a girl back, you don't go around flaunting another girl off. I don't even understand what any girl sees in you anyway. You're nothing but a heartless bitch. Oh, and just so you know, Lilly has a date with Miley tonight. What do you think of your chances of getting Lilly back now?" He asked with a smirk before really leaving the school building.

I watched as Mikayla scoffed and muttered things under her breath that sounded like, "I'll get her back. Just you watch you stupid jelly brained donut."

It wasn't until the hallway was empty and I was the only person standing that I ran into the girls room and threw up again for the second time, this time for a different reason.

As I was kneeling on the floor and hugging the porcelain throne my thoughts drifted back to their argument and something hit me... how the hell did Oliver know about the date?

-

"Do you love me,babe?"

"I love you forever and always."

"I... I love you forever and always, too, babe."

"Stay with me?"

"I have basketball practice..."

"Oh."

"I cou-"

"No, just go. I'll see you later."

"Alright... I.. I love you."

"Yeah... me too."

-

I shifted in my sleep and woke up with a slight jerk. The dream was still vivid in my head. No, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. The last time I spent with Mikayla before she broke up with me. Fuck. The look on her face before I told her I had basketball practice made my heart swell up with love and adoration, but after I told her the look instantly vanished and it felt like the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.

"She's lightnin', Sparks are flyin'

Everywhere I go she's always on my mind and
I'm goin' crazy, About her lately
And I can't help myself from how my heart is racing
Think I'm really digging on her vibe
She really blows me away"

I was broken out of my memory by Hannah Montana's voice singing her latest smash hit She Could be the One. I searched around my room to find out where the music was coming from and frowned when my eyes landed on my very own cell phone as it blared the song. Who the hell used a Hannah Montana song as my ring tone? How the hell did they do it? And why am I bobbing my head along with the beat? I shook my head quickly and snatched the phone off of my nightstand. A quick glance at the caller I.D made me frown even deeper before I answered.

"Hello?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"Were you sleepin', Lilly?" Miley's thick Tennessee accent asked me.

"N--," I paused to yawn. "No... I was j-," insert another yawn. "Just resting my eyes." I sighed as my eyes drooped shut again.

She sighed, "Do you know what time it is?"

I barely opened my eyes and pulled the phone away from my ear and was immediately blinded by the bright light from my cell. "Uhh... five... forty?" I asked.

"No Lilly," Miley sighed again. "It's six forty," she corrected.

"Oh," a slight pause. "Okay."

Another sigh that made me sigh, "Do you know what day today is?"

I swear my brain froze for a bit, as it wasn't used to being asked questions right after waking up. "Uhmm Thurs—No wait... Wednes—No. Friday?" I questioningly stated.

"Yes, Lilly. It's Friday. Do you not remember the date?"

"The thirteenth?"

"No!" she finally snapped. "Our date!" she exclaimed which woke me up.

"I thought that was on Friday?" I asked confused. The way her raspy voice suddenly pitched higher when she practically yelled in my ear made me forget our conversation earlier.

I heard a groan and slap against flesh. The image as she slapped a palm to her face and dramatically dragged it down her features made me chuckle slightly before she exclaimed and made me jump again. "TODAY IS FRIDAY!"

"Oh," I said. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed when I suddenly realized that our date was tonight and I was supposed to pick her up in twenty minutes. A string of curse words flew out of my mouth as I jumped out of bed and made my way into my bathroom. "Sorry. I'll be there soon, just let me freshen up."

I heard another sigh this time, but it wasn't an impatient one, it sounded more relieved. "Alright. I'll be waiting." The way she said that last part all sexy-like made me gag on the toothbrush that was brushing my tongue. When the line went dead I pulled my phone away from my ears and stared at it for awhile. I was scared shitless when I received a text from the devil herself. 'Stop starin' the fone & finish getting rdy.' I blinked a few times before I shook my head and placed my phone on the counter near the sink. I stared at it the whole time as I brushed my teeth, straightened out my hair, and changed my clothes.

I didn't know why, but something felt really strange about this whole Miley, Mikayla, and now Oliver situation.

-

I pulled into Miley's driveway as soon as my car's clock hit seven pm. I was rather proud of myself for getting ready in less than fifteen minutes and breaking about a million traffic rules just to get there in the last five minutes.

If I had put this much effort in my relationship with Mikayla she wouldn't have ran away to another state for a damn camp.

Shaking my head free from those thoughts I exited my car and made my way up her wooden porch. I was way too preoccupied with what she had planned for the night I didn't notice Mr. Stewart sitting at the lone seat in the corner until he turned the page of his newspaper. Startled, I jumped around in a defensive stance but relaxed when I realized it was just him.

I cleared my throat, "Mr. Stewart."

He looked at me over his newspaper and nodded once, "Lilly."

Wow, what a polite conversation compared to the one we had at the beach that one day. I just stood there and waited for him to invite me in or call Miley for me or something, but when he didn't say anything I scuffed my shoes against the wooden floor awkwardly once before speaking. "Is Miley ready?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, she is. I should call her for you, huh?" I nodded my head slowly in agreement but on the inside I mentally slapped him upside his head for being so slow. He stood up, folded his newspaper, threw it on the cushioned seat, and I stepped out of his way so he could get to the door. I thought he was going to go through the door, walk up the stairs, and knock on her door, but he just opened the front door enough so his upper body could lean in through the doorway and hollered, "MILEY! LILLY'S HERE!"

"OKAY! TELL HER I'LL BE DOWN IN A SECOND!" Miley hollered back. Mr. Stewart turned towards me and basically repeated what she said and I already heard.

A second later a cracked voice hollered, "HIYA LILLY!" I peaked around Mr. Stewart's shoulder and saw Jackson near the couch waving at me excitedly. I gave him a smile and waved back, though not as excited.

"Shut up, Jerkson." I heard Miley say as she descended down the stairs. "Go search for some chest hairs or somethin'," I saw her walk across the space between the stairs and couch just to push Jackson's head down. I cocked an eyebrow at this since I thought Miley was the type to be nice to their little brother, or any sibling at all.

"Dad! Miley hit me!" Jackson whined at his dad before he turned to Miley again. "And chest hairs are passed down! Dad doesn't have chest hair, neither did Pappy, so that means I won't have any either!" he defended, crossing his arms and cupping his chest defensively.

"Yeah, sure. Later twerp." she messed up his hair before pinching his cheek. She then walked to her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back late daddy, don't wait up."

"Sure thing, Bud. Have fun and be safe. Truscott?" I gave him my full attention as I waited for the lecture and threat, "You take care of my babygirl tonight, ya hear?" I stood there in complete and utter disbelief. That's it? There wasn't going to be any 'don't drink and drive' or 'be home by this time and don't mess with my daughter'?! I guess he really was serious about the whole 'I'll be okay with it if you ever decided to date my daughter' thing.

"Yes, sir – Mr. Stewart – sir." I stammered.

Miley had to pull me away from the porch just so I would move. Why did I feel like this night was going to be a long one?

Because it was.

-

"This place is always busy! How did you get us a table?!" I asked after we were seated at a table in one of Malibu's most popular restaurants. The place had a romantic, but comfortable vibe to it. Dark oak tables and chairs, high ceilings, autographed pictures of celebrities who ate there hung proudly on the vibrant red walls, and dim light came from the chandeliers hung low from the ceiling.

"Let's just say I know people who know people." Miley said with one raised eyebrow and a playful smile on her face.

I stared at her for a minute then shrugged my shoulders indifferently. "Well alright then. Let's grub then, shall we?" I asked as I rubbed my hands together and licked my lips hungrily when I studied the menu. Miley laughed her throaty laugh and I smiled a small smile as I picked my head up just slightly from the menu laid out before me to look at her. My breath was taken away by her beauty when she looked so damn happy.

As we ate, questions, answers, and laughter were thrown back and forth to one another. Overall dinner was a success and it was really laid back. I'd never had so much fun in my life on a date. The ones with Mikayla consisted of me always worrying if Mikayla liked her dish, or if she was having a great time, or if someone was staring at her in a way they shouldn't have. With Miley I was relaxed and it didn't even feel like I was on a date.

When I was finished with my food, I pushed the dish away from me and leaned my elbows on the table. I clasped my fingers together and weighed my head on my intertwined fingers as I just watched her eat. It was adorable. When she would chew a new bite of her pasta, it would all travel to one side of her cheek then slowly disappear as she swallowed little by little. The first time I got caught was when her hand that was holding her forkful of pasta was in midair. She stopped suddenly when she noticed me watching her and suddenly looked all self-conscious.

"What? Do I have somethin' on my face?" she asked insecurely as she dabbed her face with the expensive looking cloth high-tailed restaurants used.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. "Yeah, you have a nose, mouth, and two eyes on your face," I chuckled and ducked when she gasped and threw her cloth at me. "Hey, that's not very nice," I pouted as I handed it back to her, our fingers brushed together and I felt a small tingle form on my index finger and thumb.

She stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. "Yeah, well, your face isn't very nice either."

I gasped and made an offended face. "And here I thought you were sweet."

"I am, too, sweet!" she protested. "Sweet like candy." I blushed when she winked.

I cleared my throat and shook my head, "Of course you are."

"Talkin' about sweets, how about we get some after this?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. Sure, why not? "Alright!" she said happily before she got the attention of our waiter and signaled for our check. "Uhh, no, Lilly. I'm payin'," she said as I reached behind me to grab my wallet out of my back pocket. I froze and frowned at her.

"I'm the one taking you out on this date, I should pay!" I protested, even though I was practically tricked into going on the date.

She gave me a look. "I'm the one that chose the place, so I'm payin'!" she argued. Just then the waiter came by and slipped the check in between us. We both stared at it as he slowly backed away from our table, probably afraid of us jumping for the damn thing. I blinked once and the next thing I knew Miley held the check in front of her face, away from me, and was reading the bill. I sighed and slumped in defeat when the waiter came back and she slipped him her credit card and the check.

"Fine," I sighed. "I get to pay for the sweets and whatever else we're doing after this though!" I stated when she smiled smugly at me. I smiled myself when hers fell off of her face.

"Fine, whatever." She rolled her eyes and shot the waiter a quick smile when he returned with her receipt and credit card. "Let's get some sweets, Sweetie." She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up after throwing a wink my way. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I ducked my head just to hide my redder than red tomato face when she called me Sweetie. A few moments later I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and when I looked up I saw Miley standing over me with a small smile on her face. "C'mon, let's get outta here." I nodded my head and took her hand when she offered it.

We walked out of the restaurant with our fingers laced together and tingles running up and down my right arm.

-

"No way! You don't wanna do that!" Miley exclaimed as she shook her head vigorously.

"Says who?" I challenged as I took a long sip from my 36 oz cup of frozen deliciousness. I turned my body away from her when she tried to reach for it.

Miley groaned, "Says me! The one who obviously has more common sense between the two of us."

I smirked and stepped to the right when she decided to go for my slushee cup again. "Miley, just give it up. I can... and I will!" With that I began sipping large amounts of the cherry flavored slushee into my mouth and swallowing gulp after gulp. I turned around to face her and raised both of my eyebrows as I taunted her.

"Oh my gosh.. don't come to me when you get a brain freeze!" After she said that my eyes went wide and my brain started hurting. I turned around when Miley reached into her purse to grab her cell phone as it rang and silently whimpered when the pain got to be too much. I shut my eyes tightly, put pressure on my temple with my fingertips and willed for the pain to go away, hopefully before Miley would notice I did indeed get a brain freeze. A few moments passed by in silence when I realized that Miley wasn't on the phone anymore but had her fingers tangled in my loose blond locks and massaged my temples with her thumbs. "I told you it was a bad idea," Miley mumbled under her breath as she worked wonders with her thumbs.

I shuddered when her blueberry breath grazed my face. I moaned in appreciation when the pain slowly faded away, licked my lips, and opened my eyes to meet Miley's dark blue-gray eyes. "No, you said it was a bad idea..." I trailed off breathlessly, shifting my gaze from her lips to her eyes.

She did the same thing to me, dropping her gaze from my eyes to my lips, before licking her lips. When she did, my gaze stayed on her lips and I marveled at how it glistened under the street light. "That's what I just said," she sighed. Slowly, I realized, the gap between our lips was getting smaller and smaller until our cherry and blueberry breaths mixed as one and created an intoxicating smell. I watched as her eyes slowly drooped until it was closed all the way before I leaned in all the way.

My lips barely got to graze hers before Hannah Montana's Best of Both Worlds started playing. The blaring of her ring tone broke us from our stupor and I jumped away from her as if touching her burned me. While she was on the phone I turned away from her and walked a few feet away. God, I was about to kiss her. KISS HER. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't want her like that... I can't want her like that. No, I only felt like that because I was caught up in the moment, and she was too.

After a few minutes of battling my inner thoughts my phone vibrated in my pocket and I sighed in relief, I finally had something to help keep my mind off of what just happened.

"Hey Ollie," I greeted after checking the caller ID.

I heard loud music from his side of the line and struggled to hear what he was saying as I pushed the receiving end harder against my ear. "What's up, Lilster?"

"I can't hear you," I said with a slightly raised voice.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I heard him yell into the phone. I pulled it away from my ear and shook my head because he was so loud.

"I'm still on my date!" I exclaimed back, probably just as loudly.

"Waiting for what?!"

"Not wait! DATE!" I yelled into the phone. "I'M STILL ON MY DATE!"

"OOH! DATE!" He yelled. "THAT'S COOL! HOW'S IT GOING!?" This was seriously getting ridiculous and my ear was ringing and my throat was getting hoarse from yelling. Did this guy have no common sense? If you're going to call someone, at least have the decency to go somewhere quiet.

I shook my head, "IT'S FINE!"

"WHAT?!"

"IT'S FINE!"

"WHAT?!"

"OH MY GOD, OLIVER! CAN YOU GO SOMEWHERE QUIET?"

"NO I DON'T HAVE YOUR UNDERWEAR!"

"WHAT?! You know what? I'm hanging up!" Before he could yell again I pulled the phone away from me and ended the call. I exhaled a huge breath because of my best friend's stupidity and shook my head. "God, he's such a donut." I muttered under my breath.

A second later Miley cleared her throat from behind me and I turned around to face her. She gave me a timid smile that I returned, and it seemed like that was all she needed because a real smile graced her beautiful features. "So uh... who was that?" she asked curiously.

"Oliver," I answered as my phone went off in one long vibration. "Sorry, hold on." I glanced at my phone and shook my head when it was a text from the devil himself. "Stupid donut," I mumbled.

'Wat happened?'

'you were too loud so I hung up, stupid!'

'sheesh, so mean!'

'I wouldn't be so mean if you weren't so dumb"

'that hurts my feelings. Anyway wat are you gonna do now? You should come to this party at johnny's'

After reading that text I turned my attention to Miley and caught her eying me up and down. I cleared my throat and got her attention. "Do you have anything else planned for tonight, oh dear date of mine?" I asked jokingly, but earned a blush in return.

"Well... if you don't have anywhere else to go, I was thinkin' a movie," she shyly responded. I glanced at the clock on my phone, which read 8:03, and shrugged. The nearest theater was walking distance from the mom and pop store, where we were at, and which ever movie we chose would probably be an hour and a half, two hours top, which would mean it'd be only ten o'clock and the party would still be in full swing.

"Let's go, milady." I said in a horrible English accent as I bent down just slightly and offered my right arm for her to take.

"You're cute," she giggled before slipping her left arm through my offered arm. "You're a pretty good date," she complimented with approving nods of her head.

"Ah ha, you know how I do," I joked, popping my collar with my left hand.

-

The theater was dark, like dark dark. The only source of light came from the ones on the walkway and steps, giving movie goers a helping hand in the darkened movie theater. Not like that it mattered, anyway, because my face was constantly in the crook of Miley's neck while she had an arm wrapped around my shoulders and held me closer to her.

Who would have thought a scary movie would actually be scary?! I've seen hundreds, with different girls, but why does the one I'm watching with Miley have to actually be disgusting and horrific? Usually I'm the one chuckling and muttering sweet and soothing words into the girls ear while she has her face buried in my neck, but with Miley it's the other way around.

By the time the credits started rolling, Miley and I were the first ones out of the theater. I practically dragged her all the way outside the theater before I shuddered in disgust. That movie was just plain out sick. I'd never seen so many body parts not attached in the right place in so long. And the blood, god the blood was everywhere.

"Who would have thought the ever so fearless Lilly Truscott would actually be scared of a movie?" Miley asked around a laugh. I crossed my arms around my chest defensively and pouted at her.

"Who would've thought a girl like Miley Stewart wouldn't be scared of a movie?" I asked back.

She shrugged, "Like I said, Truscott, there's a lot of things you don't know about me."

I licked my lips and raised an eyebrow. "I bet."

"You really wanna bet on that?" she asked teasingly. "I think you should, honestly, look where that last bet got you."

"Oh ha ha, you're so hilarious." The sarcasm was dripping with each word. "I still can't believe you actually got me to bet on anything at all." I shook my head in disbelief because I still couldn't believe it.

Miley laughed a confident laugh. "Well you best believe it... I think you've finally met your match," she said as she stared me dead in the eyes.

"I bet I have," I said lowly, so low Miley couldn't hear me and shot me an expectant look. "Nothing, let's go. There's a party tonight." I offered her my arm, which she took immediately, and led her to my car.

-

"So uh, Hannah Montana, huh?" I asked after a few silent moments in the car. The music was barely turned up, it was more like a humming sound, and the silence was killing me. With the way she whipped her head away from her side of the window to stare at me with wide eyes made it seem like I caught her in a lie or something. "Your ring tone," I explained, "and mine. Both Hannah Montana," I said more specifically. The look on her face slightly faltered, but she still looked terrified. "Is she your favorite singer or something?" I asked and the look on her face fell away completely. She looked relaxed, a huge contrast to the look she had on a second ago.

"Oh yeah... I like her, she's good, don't you think?" she asked with a look of... hope? I frowned and shrugged my shoulders.

"She's alright," I replied. From the corner of my eye I saw her shoulders slump slightly, and thought it weird, but kept to myself. "She's not what I would normally listen to," I explained. "I like stuff from Radiohead, The Beatles, John Lennon... just to name a few." I saw her nod her head in understanding. "But Hannah Montana's good, too, I guess. She's not something I would normally listen to, but I'd listen to her songs just to hear her voice." This seemed to catch her attention since she just sat there and gave me a look like she wanted me to go on. "It's raspy, deep, and soulful. Sexy. Deep, raspy voices are sexy to me. Plus, she's beautiful, too. So the only reason I'd watch one of her music videos is to see her. I could careless about anything else in 'em."

"Seriously? You're so shallow, Lilly!" Miley laughed and shook her head.

"What?! I'm just sayin'!" I laughed back. "How did you change your ring tone on my phone anyway?" I asked curiously. "I don't remember you ever asking me for my phone."

"I've got my ways," she answered with a smirk on her face before turning her head and staring out her side of the window. God, this girl just continues on surprising me. I think she's this innocent and naïve girl, but she turns out to be the seductive, flirty type. Sheesh, what else am I going to learn about her?

"Hey," I said after a few more silent minutes and got her attention. "Did you tell Oliver about our date?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible as the memory of what I found out today entered my brain out of no where. If I didn't tell him, then she did, right?

"No," she answered quickly, a little too quickly for my taste. "Why? Is something wrong? How did he know about it? Was he not supposed to know about it?" She asked question after question and I shook my head after each one.

"Calm down, Miles!" I exclaimed when we stopped at a light, pushing a finger against her lips. I ignored the sensations at feeling her soft lips against my finger and pulled it away when she stopped talking. "It's okay. I was just asking, is all." I said quietly before the light turned green and I took off towards our destination. This time the car was silent the whole ten minutes and fifty-eight seconds it took me to get to the house party.

-

Just like I thought, the house party was still in full swing when we got there. I was greeted the usual way every time I'd step into a party, but this time instead of girls throwing themselves at me they'd throw glares at Miley since she was walking behind me with her fingers laced with mine tightly.

"I feel like the only piece of meat in a colony of lions," she breathed in my ear after I sat her down on a stool and she pulled me towards her until my ear was near her mouth. I shuddered at the feeling of her breath ghosting the right side of my ear and neck before pulling back and staring her in the eyes.

"That's what happens when you're Lilly Truscott's date." I told her softly. Her eyes softened a little and my heart melted at the huge smile she threw my way.

"I like that title." she said softly.

"I rather find it dashing myself, madam." I said, causing her to laugh. We just stayed there for a bit, her sitting on a stool and me standing in between her legs while she had her arms wrapped around my waist. I turned my upper body around to face her after two songs played and spoke into her ear, "Would you like anything to drink? Beer? Mixed drink? Hard liquor?" I asked her.

She shook her head and ducked it, "I don't drink or like any type of alcohol." she replied quietly.

I cupped her chin with my index finger and thumb and brought her eyes up to look into mine. "S'all good. I just want you to be comfortable." I assured her. She gave me a small smile and I ducked my head to give her forehead a kiss. "Do you wanna dance?" Her smile was beaming now as she nodded her head excitedly and hopped off of the stool. Before I knew what was happening, we were in the middle of the make-shift dance floor surrounded by body heat, sweat, the smell of alcohol and weed, and a whole mass of horny teenagers.

-

The dance was like our first one together. It was like art. Beautiful. We moved together to the beat of the music and as the song moved us along in its trance I asked myself why I didn't want anything more physical with this girl. As songs played and switched over to new ones, I found that our bodies were pressed more and more closer together until there was no space between us at all. Not even floss could slice between us.

The closer we got the more I thought about the things this girl made me feel. I'd never met another who was innocent, naïve, kind-hearted, sweet, smart, funny, drop dead gorgeous, and didn't want me to get in her pants. This date was by far the most fun I'd ever had in my life, and she was showing me more sides to her that I would've never known she had. She's a seductive flirt with this kind of... mysterious thing to her. Her voice was deep and raspy, but it was sexy as all hell, and her laugh made my heart melt as it flowed through my ears.

This girl could seriously be the girl for me.

The thought scared the shit out of me and I stopped moving in sync with her. No, I'm lying to myself. This was the same exact shit I thought with Mikayla, but she ended up breaking me. No, Miley's just another girl. A friend. She won't be the one for me.

"I'm gonna get a drink." I mumbled when Miley turned around, since I was dancing behind her, and gave me a confused look. I turned away before she could say anything and walked towards the kitchen where all the drinks were kept. The huge marbled island overflowed with drinks of every liquor imaginable, and the fridge was jam-packed with beer, energy drinks, water bottles and soda. I didn't feel up for anything that'd burn its way down my throat, so I grabbed a can of orange soda and a bottle of water from the fridge.

I made my way back to the dance floor, where I left Miley, but she wasn't there. I frowned and turned around a few times at the spot but didn't catch a glimpse of her so I went to a quiet, secluded corner and just stood there while I watched the other party-goers have the time of their lives.

I stood there, deep in my own thoughts for I don't even know how long, while the party went on ahead full speed. It's amazing how time flies. I probably stayed there for half an hour lost in my own world while everyone else in the house was doing their own thing.

Someone came up in front of me, threw an arm around my shoulder, and my left hand automatically went to the girls lower back and held her close to me. "Ashley," I greeted when I finally saw who it was.

"Lilly!" her breath smelled of booze and I found myself flinching away from her as the smell hit me full on. She threw her other arm around my other shoulder and pulled our bodies until our entire front was smashed together. "Wanna dance?" she growled in my ear before pulling away slightly to get an answer. I just smirked, shrugged my shoulders, and slid a thigh in between her legs.

I watched as her face went from all smiles to turned on, and all because of the way I danced and how my thigh was in between hers. I smirked the whole time as one hand was pulling her against my thigh while the other held my soda and the bottle of water.

To others, the way we were dancing would have seemed intimate as we met the rolling of our hips in time with the other, but I wasn't even into it. Dancing was always about having a good time and getting as physically close to the other person as possible, besides sex, and Ashley was no exception.

A couple of songs later had us surrounded in a circle by those who were dancing right next to us. Somewhere during the fifteen minutes of songs being played Ashley and I began heavily making out in the middle of the dance floor. No wonder we drew a crowd.

As the last song ended, I pulled away from Ashley with one last lick and peck on her lips. "Thanks for the dance," I smirked.

"No problem," she sighed dreamily and stood in place, all relaxed-like, as I slowly back away from her. When people started dancing again and swallowed her on the dance floor, I on my heels and frowned at what I saw.

Miley was sitting on the love seat, looking all drugged up and shit faced, while some kid with short blond hair was all over her taking advantage of that fact. I clenched my teeth together and stalked towards them. When I got to them I roughly yanked the boy up and off of Miley by his forearm.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked heatedly. When the boy saw who I was, a look of fear took over his features. I scowled even more when I recognized him as one of the boys in my Home Economics class.

"N-nothing!" he said, terrified. I gripped his forearm even tighter and he whimpered. "She looked lonely, so I wanted to keep her company!" he exclaimed. I released the tight grip on him slightly and turned my gaze to Miley who was staring at me through red, blood shot eyes.

"What the fuck did you give to her? Did you drug her?" I growled. The blond quickly shook his head. His blue eyes glossed over and it seemed like he was ready to cry his heart out.

"N-no! She was like this when I found her. Honest!" he cried. I threw him one last glare before I released him from my grasp and pushed him back on the sofa.

"I swear, if you're lying to me you're gonna get it." I warned before scooping Miley into my arms bridal style, and carrying her outside to my car. As I made the way to the front door, Miley wrapped one arm around my shoulders while the other caressed my cheeks softly. "I thought you didn't drink?" I muttered quietly so only I would hear it, but I guess Miley did to because she inhaled a deep breath and dropped her hand that was caressing my face.

"I don't," she mumbled against my neck.

"Then why do you smell like you bathed in a keg of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniel's?" I asked, as I crossed over the large yard. I was about halfway through the thing when the sprinklers went off. "You have got to be shitting me." I grumbled low in my throat as I shook my head. I heard Miley mumbled something again but her voice was too low. "What?"

"I said 'because I drank'," she answered.

"But you just said you didn't!" I exclaimed. Miley flinched in my arms because I guess my voice was too loud to her oversensitive ear drums and I muttered out an apology when we finally reached my car. "C'mon, let's get you home." I said quietly as I gently lowered her feet down so she can lean against my car.

She shook her head drunkly. "No! I can't go home. I don't want daddy to see me like this," she cried as she looked me straight in the eyes with her half lidded eyes. "Please, Lilly, I can't go home like this," she begged, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and pulling me to her.

"Fine," I relented. "You can crash at my place," I sighed.

I finally got the door unlocked and opened it before gently sliding her into the seat. Before I could pull away from her, after locking her seat belt in place, she grabbed another fistful of the front of my shirt and pulled me into her. My eyes went wide when I felt her lips on mine and felt her tongue lick my bottom lip.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" I exclaimed, pushing her into the seat and pulling away from her. "What the hell was that?!" I asked, flabbergasted.

She frowned adorably and jutted her bottom lip out. "A kiss." She answered like it was obviously.

"I know that! But why?!" I asked with all the confusion in the world.

She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "So what? Your ex-girlfriend can kiss you like a wild animal, but I can't?!" She demanded, with a few hiccups thrown in.

"No, you could." I answered without thinking. But when I thought about it I blurted out, "Wait! I meant... I don't even know what I mean!" I said, throwing my arms out in front of me in frustration. "You're drunk. That's the only reason you'd make a move like that." I reasoned more to myself than to her.

"Yes, I'm drunk," she hiccuped, "and it's because of you."

"What!?" I exclaimed, "What the hell did I do?!"

"You're my date, and when you're someone's date you don't go around fuck dancing with another girl and start making out with her!" She said loudly before lowering her voice again. "I got jealous because you like other girls, but you don't seem to like me," she sighed. I just stood there and took everything in. This girl was just wow. "I want you to like me..." she trailed off before her whole body slumped in my seat and her head fell to the right of her shoulder.

I sighed and knelt down beside her. I took her face into my hands and gently ran the pads of my thumb across her burning cheeks. I took in the deep red blush all over her face and how her lips were barely parted as she inhaled and exhaled evenly. I gently pressed my lips against hers, savoring the softness of it, and engraved how it felt into my brain.

This whole date was eventful and I sure as hell wasn't going to forget anything that's happened.

AN: Sheesh, this is a long one! That's because the update took like, too long and I felt bad for keeping everyone waiting. 7700+ words, 14 pages, buddy! I hoped you liked it. Would you please, leave a review? It makes me happy. I don't wanna be a review whore, but that last chapter didn't get a lot of love and that made me sad =( so please, review! K, thanks.

one more thing... the poll is closed. many of you said it didn't matter if hannah montana existed, and others voted yes/no. i decided to make her exist. don't worry, it'll all play out. you'll see what i mean in a couple of chapters xD thanks to everyone who put in a vote!

oh yeah. i'm going to the people's choice awards on wednesday(01/06/10)! i'm gonna be in the orchestra pit. watch out for a short asian girl who dresses like a boy! tell me if you spot me xD muahaha.