A/N: I actually had this written for a few days, was just too lazy to transfer from paper to computer. Well this whole week I'm off, since I don't have any midterms or regents :D so maybe I'll be updating a lot more soon
"Mom?" I'm standing right next to her, clutching her hand. I constantly keep wiping my eyes, I don't want my tears to fall, and I don't want to look weak.
They said my mom was awake, but extremely weak… they were going to perform open-heart surgery on her in two days, but they needed my consent even though I'm only seventeen. I wish I knew what exactly what was wrong with her, but all those medical terms the doctors spewed at me, didn't make sense nor could I remember.
Miley's standing right behind me… waiting for me, waiting to comfort me. I can't be mad at her, especially at a time like this. I brush my mom's hair away from her face, "I love you Mom. I'm sorry I'm such a horrible daughter… I'm sorry I didn't try harder… I failed as your daughter…" I can't hold back the tears anymore; I fall to my knees, and almost immediately after I feel someone hold me from behind. I lean into her and just let her sing soft lullabies in my ear. She's engulfing my entire body with hers, keeping me from harms way.
I shift myself so that my lips are right by her neck, and my head on her shoulder. She's cradling me, lightly stroking my back, and humming the melody to Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry. Everything she's doing is soothing, and I feel myself drift into her rhythm of content.
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We're in front of my house in her car. I don't want to be alone tonight, or ever. She shuts her car off, since we've been here for six minutes already. "Will you stay with me?" I finally get the courage to ask her. I'm afraid she'll say no, because I said I only wanted to be friends.
"Of course," she smiles weakly; she touches my cheek very delicately, and I close my eyes, hold my breath and raise my hand to hold hers onto my face. I don't want it to ever leave. She retracts it, "Let's go in," her voice is quiet. I know what she's doing. She doesn't want to fall further in love with me… why did I say 'let's be friends?'
I'm so stupid; I should've just taken her back. I should've! Nothing in my life is right, except having Miley by my side.
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"Where do you want me?" Miley asks holding one of my pillows close to her, as if hiding the curves my pink silky pajamas bring out in her. I know she means where do I want her to sleep, but I can't help but giggle thinking about where I really want her.
"I mean to sleep!" She quickly shouts after realizing what her question could've meant, and hearing my giggle. She moves the pillow upward away from her torso, and buries her red face into it.
"Can you just stay with me?" I'm trying to avoid actually saying 'sleep with me in my bed,' but I really just want someone to hold me, so I can feel safe, and Miley does that just perfectly.
"What do you mean?" she peers from behind my pillow. Great I actually have to spell it out for her? Miley why can't you just understand what I'm trying to say!
"I mean like… stay with me," I gesture to my bed. Please understand, I don't think I'll be able to ask again. Or worse really say what I mean.
"You mean like, you want me in your bed?" Thanks Miley. Way to make me feel really embarrassed. This is what I was avoiding, and you are able to exploit it within seconds. I just nod my head.
"Ohh." Yeah, Miley. 'Ohh,' sheesh took you forever to figure this one out.
I climb into my bed, and slide my comforter over my whole body. The coldness of the bed cools off my body in a good, especially after the heat of embarrassment from earlier. The bed moves a little bit as Miley lies down nest to me. She has her back facing me; I want her to flip over and have her arms around my waist in a loving way. I want her breath to tickle the little hairs on my neck, so it can send shivers down my spine. I need her to hold me.
"Please…" I don't know If I'll be able to finish this sentence, "Miley, please hold me?" I say it so quietly I'm unsure if she picked up on it.
The bed shakes, and I know she heard me, because her fingers are tracing patterns on my stomach, and I feel her molded to me, this is how it was always meant to be. I feel an amazing sensation of warmth on the muscle in between my neck and shoulder; it's her lips, lightly kissing my bare skin.
Miley why did you ever leave me? How can you not think where we are now, how we are now was ever not meant to be? "Miley I love you," it barely passes my teeth, hardly even touching the air, but I said it. In a way I hope she heard it, but I also hope she didn't. I don't know if she's asleep or not, but that's how I really feel.