Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the damn plot of this story. ;D
A/N: Wow. I really need to update this. xD Anyways. So now.. it's around Christmas time - Hehehehe. :) I realized I never really specified what time period this was in, right?
So there shall be many surprises upcoming.. Merry EARLY CHRISTMAS.
PS. Hoping to upload the first chapter of my new Christmas fic, "I'll Be Home For Christmas". :) It's the sequel to Waterworks, in case you were wondering. First chappie is about.. 75% done. :D
Judgment
As Christmas loomed upon them - it seemed people found the need to throw more things on stage at Miley - Which made Oliver's job a little more difficult as she returned to the dressing room, armful after armful of flowers, gifts, teddy bears. He frowned at that - Wondering what on earth they thought a 22-year old popstar would need a teddy bear for.
He also seemed to notice mistletoes everywhere he turned - and he had a strong suspicion that Miley had something to do with that.
They were above almost every doorway in the house - And he had yet to encounter her under one, but he had a feeling that time was coming.
He tried desperately to keep his distance - yet - Her personality was still the same; strong, exuberant, bubbly - And he found himself getting drawn in, almost entangled in the claws of her web.
She returned backstage, blowing out a gust of air breathlessly. He liked her the best at times like these - When she had finished a show. Even if her face was tinted red and splotchy with sweat, she had this amazing light in her eyes, and when she spoke, she sounded exhilarated - Like she had been speeding down the freeway, convertible and all (which he had to remind her was dangerous).
"What'd you think?"
"That was great," he said automatically.
She looked a little disappointed, and he immediately felt guilty.
He knew if he said more - It would reveal more than he thought appropriate, so he thought it was wiser to keep his speech limited.
She looked at him expectantly once more, before being ushered off to her dressing room.
He sighed, sitting back in the uncomfortable, cold, plastic chair he had previously occupied.
Meanwhile, Miley, was tugging off her wig, trying not to come off as frustrated, when inside, she was overwhelmed with confusion.
She didn't know what it was about him.
She had managed to find out his name - He said hesitantly it was Oscar, but he qas quite elusive about revealing his last name, which made him just seem more endearing.
She chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her strange choices in guys.
She picked her cellphone up from the vanity counter, failing to notice that there were two of the exact same phones. She absentmindedly fiddled with it, pondering...
'Now, if she does it like this, will you do it like that--'
Miley jumped, startled by her cellphone ringing. She answered, too tired to bother checking who was calling.
"Hello?"
"Hi! Oh-- Wait - Oliver?"
Miley's heart jumped at the name - But she knew the chances of seeing him again were slim.
"No," she sighed, thinking it was a wrong number.
"I could have sworn he said this was his cell.. That doughnut.."
Miley chuckled automatically, before realizing what the voice had just said. Her laughter died out, and then--
"Lilly?" she asked hoarsely, her fatigue quite gone, replaced with the uneven thumping of her heart.
There was a silence.
"Miley..?"
Another silence.
"Oh my God," they whispered simultaneously.
Lilly's breathing was sharp, as Miley pressed the phone closer to her ear.
"Lilly?" she asked again. "Seriously?"
"Yeah..?" the blond responded timidly, not believing it was her long lost best friend.
There was another heart wrenching silence.
"I can't believe I'm actually talking to you.."
"Me neither."
"Uhm.. I think I owe you something that's been long overdue," Miley said softly, cradling the phone against her ear.
"I'm listening."
"I-- I just.. I want to apologize-- It.. I-- I just.. wish I could tell you - I want to.. But.. It hurts, you know?" Not waiting for a response, Miley pressed forward, on a roll. "Oliver.. You - God.. You have no idea how much it hurt me.. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry," she whispered, fearing the loss of her voice to tears.
Lilly sighed. "Miley - I really.. am grateful for that - But I don't think.. I don't think that I'm the one who needs it the most--"
"Oliver," the said simultaneously.
That's when Miley realized something.
Everything was falling into place.
And then she was angry again.
"Do you think I could call you some other time?" Miley asked pleasantly, keeping her tone even.
Lilly grinned, hearing the mischief and malice in her best friend's tone.
Some things never changed.
"Sure." Miley tapped the screen, signaling the end of the conversation.
More loose ends had been tied - Now the most important ones were left - And these were the longest strings to unravel and knot back.
She held what she now knew as Oliver's iPhone, not hers, and marched towards the door.
As she reached for the knob, the door swung open of it's own accord, and revealed Oliver on the other side, his own hand on the doorknob.
He looked surprised, and was about to step back to let her pass - but her action surprised him.
She grabbed the front of his shirt viciously, and he squeaked in fright, putting his hands onto hers, both of them flushing slightly from the contact.
Once he was mere centimeters from her own face, she snarled in his face.
"You.. You have a lot of guts," she all but growled.
He looked frightened. "Um.. Could you let go of me, Miley..?"
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and back to him, but not before noticing something above the door.
She didn't respond to his request, just tightening her grip on his shirt, and closing the gap between them with a searing kiss.
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