Chapter 10
A/N: Sorry if I misled anyone. No, Miley and Oliver aren't having sex. They are only kissing but it's kind of intense.
The Next Day, at the church in NYC, Lilly's POV
Nine in the morning and the preacher is droning on and on about death, and Aunt Carolyn being in a better place. Mom's bawling and Dad and I are sitting here in the pews trying to comfort her. Wow, this lady was close to Mom. She's been crying like this for three days! And as saddening as this day is, my mind can't help but to wonder what Oliver and Miley are doing. What did they do yesterday? What will they do tomorrow? Hmmm…
Back in Malibu
Miley was in her house and Oliver was at his. Yet they both felt this loneliness and they were longing for company after what happened yesterday. So guess who Miley called.
"Hello Miley? Wow that's a coincidence. I was just picking up my phone to call you. I was going to ask you if you…uh… needed some company.
"Well. Oliver I'm surprised because I was going to ask you the same thing. The problem is that Jackson and my dad are home so we can't do anything here.
"Ha ha. That's perfect because my people aren't home and they won't be back for another three hours."
"Cool. Then I'll be right over." And they hung up. Miley dressed in a super short mini skirt that she hardly ever wore. She put on a little black, spaghetti strapped top that showed her midriff, and she let her hair down so that it flowed nice and straight down her back. Oh and let's not forget her shoes. Can you say hooker heels? Miley yelled out to her father, "Bye Daddy. I'm going to Oliver's for a little bit."
'Okay that's fine Bud." She grabbed a jacket to cover herself and she was off. It took her a little over five minutes to get to Oliver's house. She rang the doorbell. And it's funny how timing can be because as Oliver was opening the door, Miley was standing there slowly unzipping her jacket as if she was doing it for him. Oliver was so busy staring, he forgot to invite her in. He just held the door wide open. She walked in on her own. All Oliver could manage to say was, "You look so hot."
In NY, Lilly's POV
I officially hate funerals. The only funeral I am willing to go to after this one is my own. I didn't know Great Aunt Carolyn and I ended up crying my eyes out because the whole thing was just so sad. Well Mom decided she needed to get back to bright and sunny Malibu. So we are leaving today. Actually we've been on the on the plane back home for an hour and a half now. So what I'm going to do when we get back in Malibu, I'm going to go to Oliver's house first and surprise him, and then I'll go to Miley's.
An hour and a half later Lilly's POV
The plane finally touched down and I was glad to be back in Malibu. New York is cool but only if you go there for happy reasons. We found our luggage, found our car that we parked at the airport yesterday and we were home in about twenty minutes. I asked my parents to drop me off at Oliver's and I would walk home later. I went for the door and, funny, it was open. I just quietly walked in and went up to Oliver's room. He wouldn't mind because I'm a regular in this house. So I cracked open his door and was about to yell, "Surprise! I'm home early!" But some repulsive sight caught me by supreme surprise. Oliver was in a wife beater and boxers, Miley was in some skimpy skirt and a bra, Oliver was on top of Miley in his bed and they were kissing!
"So this is what you do when I'm away at a fucking funeral? You cheat on me, Oliver? And Miley, you slut. You betrayed me. You're supposed to be my best fucking friend and you can't keep your filthy paws off my boyfriend? You Bitch!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. And before I could even give Oliver a chance to say, "But Baby, it's not what it looks like." I left, because there is no excuse in the world that's going to excuse either of them. I mean, what the hell is my best friend doing half naked kissing my boyfriend? Miley is so selfish. She knows that if I had a crush on her boyfriend, and she went away she could trust that I wouldn't touch him no matter how much I wanted to.
