I really don't have an excuse for the lateness. Cept that I wanna try to finish up the harder stories before I get to these. But I just got too inspired to not write. So here you go! Please appreciate it!
'This is torture!' Jake griped in his head as his eyes greedily followed the brunette's moves out onto the makeshift dance floor. Miley had shown up soon after the party started, when there were just enough people around to make avoiding Jake easy.
But he couldn't take it anymore. After every song, a different boy asked her to dance. And she'd so far agreed every time. He had recently grabbed the nearest blonde just to distract himself, but it wasn't working.
He couldn't have been more thankful when his NLT showed up, giving more reason to stop staring at Miley. He helped them get set up on the lower deck, the one beneath his and Miley's. It would serve as their stage.
"Dude, you're so lucky you're family, or I would never perform on this thing," JJ, Jake's cousin and lead singer of the band, commented staring distastefully at the worn out deck.
"I told you, we're not starting the renovations until the spring," Jake reminded. His eyes managed to wander back out to the floor, where Miley was currently grinding some kid in their math class. He inconspicuously glared jealous daggers into the back of the guy's head. That is, until Miley looked back and nearly caught him.
"Who is she?" his cousin asked knowingly.
"Who?" The movie star tried to play naïve, but they both knew better.
"The girl that you were just avoiding eye contact with."
"No one," he uttered quickly, adjusting the mic.
"Yeah, sure. She's cute."
"She's my neighbor," Jake finally relented, his shoulders slumping.
"I thought you two hated each other?"
"We do, or did. I've kinda, liked her for… a while." His manly ego prevented him from saying the actual amount of time.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. And I just found out that she's liked me back the whole time."
"Still not seeing a problem here, cuz," Justin Joseph prodded for more information, ignoring his bandmates' calls for help. His little cousin was more important than the arrangement of the amps.
"K, ya know how grandma always wines about the 'hillbilly' that tried to rob her at a county fair?" JJ nodded, and Jake continued. "That was Miley's grandma."
"Oh, I see. So let me guess, g-ma told you not to see her or her family?"
"Basically."
His cousin's calm, understanding nature broke. "And you listened to her?!" Jake took a few steps back, ignoring the stares they received from the guests around them.
"Yeah, wouldn't you?!"
"Hell no! Man, g-ma's old. She's probably on some medication. And you obviously have feelings for this girl!" His point was proven as Jake turned his head yet again from Miley and back to the musician.
Jake sighed. "What should I do?"
Justin smiled. "Leave that, to us."
--
Jake, face in his hands, groaned. He had no idea how that was helping. After the band finished That Girl, he glared up at them. JJ sent him a look, a look that only a cousin could translate to mean, 'You have to make this work for yourself'. Jake groaned again.
Then it hit him. The solution came crashing down on him like a tree in a thunderstorm. Why should he listen to his grandma?! His happiness was more important to him than a stupid feud from twenty-plus years ago! A feud that didn't even concern him!
So it was when the song Heartburn came on that Jake got up from his chair, walked over to Miley and asked her to dance.
"Have you lost your mind?!" she hissed.
"Maybe. Or maybe I'm starting to get my priorities straight." She stared at him with an eyebrow raised. "Come on, you know you want to," he sing-songed, and she rolled her eyes.
She made no attempt to deny it. "Doesn't matter. We aren't allowed."
"When are you gonna stop letting granny dearest make your decisions for you?" he challenged, his arms crossed over his chest. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be here," he stated as she walked over towards the drinks.
When she looked back, she noticed him openly staring at her as he softly sang along. She started to turn red, but other than that, she ignored him.
The song ended and he walked over to her.
"Alright, I challenge you to a dance-off. I win, you have to dance with me. You win," he held up his hands, "I'll back off."
She bit her lip as she considered his proposition. She was about to decline when he smirked. "What, scared I'll beat you, Miss Montana?" That did it. Her glare wasn't dangerous, but her eyebrow was threatening as she dragged him out into the middle of the crowd by his wrist, the music starting.
There's somethin bout this girl that's sexy
And she knows that she's got it goin on
She's got it goin on, yeah
Jake started to move, his face getting all up in hers as his guests began to crowd around them. His mouth was moving ever so slightly with the words. He was so discreet about it that the only person who noticed happened to be the girl before him, who responded to his moves during the second part of the verse.
My mind is crazy
Just thinking of her kiss
Or her touch
She's got my mind blown
And I wouldn't trade this feeling for nothing
She finished by dusting off her shoulder and waving it in his direction. He smirked.
What she's sellin
Yo I'm buyin
Nothin's stoppin me from tryin
Cuz I wantcha wantcha wantcha wantcha wantcha (I wantcha)
He ended his round pressed up against her, and she had to step back to keep her breath.
Shorty's unpredictable
So incredible
Its despicable
How I love her
Its undeniable
That she is so sensational baby
She got real low, nearly touching the ground, before spinning back up and flipping her hair.
Shorty's unpredictable
So incredible
Its despicable
How I love her
Its undeniable
That she is so sensational baby
Jake mimicked her, though in a teasing way. She glared playfully.
So so so so sensational
So so so so sensational
So so so so sensational
So so so so sensational
They danced with eachother during that part, Jake spinning Miley, then pulling her back against him.
The rest of the song went like that. Challenging dance moves thrown back and forth. Some time during the song, a realization hit Miley. It came as she laughed at one of his mocking dance steps. Why was she letting Mamaw run her life?
Shorty's unpredictable
So incredible
Its despicable
How I love her
Its undeniable
That she is so sensational baby
So it was during the last chorus that Miley spun herself around, purposefully tripping over her foot. She fell right into Jake, as planned, who shoved his arms under her shoulders and backed up.
"Smooth," he muttered into her ear.
"The grass got slippery," she explained, and he bought it.
The crowd cheered as she got back on her feet, and she smiled shyly.
"Well then, Miss Miley, it seems you owe me one dance." She took his extended hand with a fake-exasperated sigh. As the walked, Jake unbuttoned his light brown Calvin Klein vest from Macys, letting it hang loosely over his torso. He had a feeling things were about to get very hot.
As the movie star had guessed, their next song was his personal favorite by NLT: Do It Like I Love It. Before he got into the fun dancing, Jake threw in some moves with the first verse once they reached a roomy spot in the yard.
Yo girl, tell me what's poppin
Up in your world
He popped the off-white collar of his Vintage Red Flock Tree Shirt, also from Macys, and then gunpointed his fingers at Miley, who laughed. Shaking her head, she took his hand. He spun her around, and pressed her tight against him just as the bridge began.
Lean to the left
Then lean to the right
And rock this party
Rock it all night oh yeah
Miley smiled when she realized Jake was singing along. He wasn't half bad, for an actor. The rest of the song was easy to move to, and Jake sang into Miley's ear the whole time.
Just as the song was finishing, Miley heard the familiar sound of her dad's car pulling into the driveway. She turned to Jake sadly, knowing that she couldn't get caught in that position. It would've been bad enough for it to be a boy in general, but Jake? If there was one thing her dad hated doing, it was disappointing Mamaw. She criticized him enough as is.
"Wait! Um, can we talk, after the party?" His eyes were so full of hope and vulnerability that she couldn't have turned him down if she'd wanted to.
"Sure," she replied, smiling slightly as she walked away.
--
The party lasted until at least 12:30, and Miley's dad had forced her and Jackson inside five minutes after he'd come home. But as soon as she saw the last person (Oliver) leave, she called out, "Dad, I'm letting Riley out!"
She didn't wait for his response as her dog hopped off the bed and over to the door, his owner in close pursuit.
She was still in her party outfit: a dark, destroyed jean miniskirt and a hot pink plain tank top, both from Hollister. She hadn't bothered with trying to match a pair of shoes, seeing as it was her backyard too.
Riley immediately ran over to Jake, who was bent over near the pool with a trash bag cleaning up the litter, and began to lick his face. Jake started to laugh, making sure he fell backwards into the grass instead of forward, into the water.
Miley, who was half way down the stairs on the deck, held her hand to her mouth to try and stifle her laughter, and Jake's head immediately turned to her. She smiled shyly at him, and he returned it.
He abandoned his bag, which the dog started sniffing through, and met her at the bottom of the steps, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair.
"So, uh, let's talk," he started awkwardly. He turned and began walking back in the direction of the pool, where the cabana was located. Miley took a seat at one end, while Jake walked over to the tiki bar and grabbed them each a strawberry smoothie.
He took a seat on the other wall of pillows and set his drink down.
"So, what did you wanna talk about?"
"Well, us." Her eyes widened slightly, but she made no move to interrupt him. "I mean, why should we have to suffer," her eyebrow rose at his choice of words, "because of something that happened between them twenty-some years ago?"
"Yeah, something that may have even been a mistake." He nodded. "I see what you mean. But how can we? My dad never does anything to intentionally disappoint Mamaw."
"And my grandma moved in from Texas," he didn't pause for questions, "but I'm not saying we date."
"Now you've lost me."
"Haven't you ever heard of FWB?" he asked.
"Seriously?!"
"Just think about it. We won't be obligated to spend time together, like a couple, meaning less chance of being caught. And we'd still have the freedom to date, meaning less suspicion."
"I'd feel like I was two-timing," she argued pointedly.
"I mean like, if neither of us are dating anyone."
She sighed. She had run out of arguments.
"You know you want to."
"Ok fine!" she cried out before she could think about it anymore, and give herself the opportunity to come to her senses. He smiled.
"Really?!"
"Yes, now hurry up and kiss me before I change my mind!" The words came flying from her gloss-covered lips before her brain had realized it, and his lips were the same way. Fast and unexpected, that is. Not glossy; yet.
Her eyes went wide for a moment before she became lost in the mixture of his cologne (axe) and his taste (thundermint). That combination right there convinced her that she made the right choice. She could add more pros to that list later.
Half an hour later, the two were still sitting under the cabana (though much closer than before), each lost in their own thoughts. Jake was staring up at what little sky he could see do to the top of the cabana, the roof of their two houses, and the city lights. His arm was resting on the same pillows as Miley's head.
Miley was idly tracing the olive green tree on his button-up shirt; her head resting contentedly on his shoulder. She looked at her house and sighed. It had to be past one o clock. She was surprised her dad hadn't come out to get her yet.
Jake looked down at her with questioning. "I should be going in."
"Yeah, it must be pretty late."
She giggled slightly. "It was pretty late when I came out here."
They looked at the dog who had taken up vacancy at the edge of the cushion-floor of the cabana.
"Come on Riley. Let's go in." The chesapeake's head perked up, and he stood after Miley did. Jake followed, and walked with her to the deck stairs. He was still gonna attempt to clean something before bed, but he wanted to uh, make sure she got in safely.
"Night." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping onto the first stair.
"Night," he responded, his eyes pleading. She rolled hers, but turned back around, her arms moving swiftly around his neck. She pressed her mouth onto his with as much force as she could, causing her to fall into him. His hands immediately flew to her waist to keep them balanced.
What was supposed to be a pity kiss quickly turned into a heated make out session. Luckily for them, you couldn't see the bottom of the staircase from her deck door, or when her dad yelled out "Miley, what in the sam-heck are you still doin out here?!" five minutes later, she was able to pull away and choke out, "Looking for my sweater that I lost earlier!"
"Well look tomorra! Ya need sleep!" Her door slammed and Jake let out his breath.
"I thought I was a goner."
"You and me both. Now goodnight." He tried to pout again, but she wasn't having it. Jake sighed just after her door closed. He decided that he'd had a productive day.
I had no idea where to end it, but yeah. If you haven't heard those NLT songs, then SHAME ON YOU! But seriously, go listen to them. The order was That Girl, Heartburn, So Sensational, and Do It Like I Love It.
So, now what's gonna happen? Will they get caught?! How will it work out?! Stay tuned…
Luv Wendy! :)(: