So...I'm kinda hot for this story right now. Is that weird to say? Because I promise I don't mean to sound like a creeper.
I've also decided that the next chapter or two may be in Miley's point of view. I like to be able to switch back and forth between them.
Go ahead, read it.
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After school Oliver and I found ourselves driving down the highway. The top was down and the wind blew through my hair. Oliver had jammed his hat back down tight on his head, in an attempt to keep his hair from blowing in the wind and getting messed up. He acts like such a girl sometimes.
He turned up the radio, playing some stupid rap song. I tuned it out. It was nothing more than some angry man shouting about his jail sentence and his homies. I reclined the chair, tucking my arms behind my head. Oliver rapped along with the radio, and I was mostly alone with my thoughts. The sky slid by above me, and I watched the sparse, fluffy clouds slide by. Then I shut my eyes. I wondered about Miley.
"Lilly?" Oliver shouted over the radio.
"Um…uh, what?" I was pulled away from the memory of an electric pair of shocking, blue eyes.
"Nothing. I just thought you were sleeping for a minute." He laughed. "Anyways. We're here."
"Sweet. Let's go check out what these assholes are calling the next Warped Tour." He laughed, but I felt a little annoyed. From where we were in the parking lot we could vaguely hear the music coming from the back of the school. There was a sign hanging, with an arrow pointing us around to the other side of the school. Oliver and I walked around to the booth where people were paying. There was a long line, longer than I would have expected. When it was our turn Oliver pulled out a ten, and they stamped our hands.
"Hey man," Oliver asked the ten behind the counter, "How come there are so many people here?"
"Didn't you hear? There's supposed to be a surprise performance by a musical superstar. No one knows who it is though."
"Can you give me a hint man?"
"No. Then it wouldn't be a surprise." We walked away from him, knowing he was one of those. "Those" are the kids that go to this school, the Pittston High School. He obviously knew what high school we go to. Rival schools students are rivals to the very end.
"So who do you think they got?" I asked Oliver, curiously looking around the crowd, hoping to see some glimpse of someone famous.
"Don't get your hopes up." He said, obviously recognizing my search. "It's a high school, they probably count the guy on the six flags commercial as someone famous. Chances are you'll have never heard of them."
"Hey you!" Someone shouted. The voice flooded out of the speakers, grabbing the attention of everyone in the crowd. "How are you guys today?" The crowd erupted into cheers. "Who's ready to GET THIS PARTY STARTED?" The cheers got louder. "Well, put your hands together for Metro Station, performing their new song Kelsey with Hannah Montana! Come on guys!"
The curtain on the stage opened up, revealing Hannah running out onto the stage where Metro Station was starting up. Blake began on the keyboards, and was followed by the rest of the band, while Mason sung with Hannah.
He began the song.
So, take one word you said
You put it in your bed
You rest your tiny head on your pillow
You wonder where you're going next
You got your head pushed to my chest
And now you're hoping that someone lets you in
Well I sure'll let you in
You know that you're in
Oh Kelsey, you
Then Hannah began the next verse.
So don't let anyone scare you
You know that I'll protect you always
Now, through the thick and thin, until the end
You better watch it
You know you don't cross it because
I'm always here for you and I'll be here for you
I know, I know, I know
I know how it feels, believe me, I've been there
And I know, I know, I know
I know what it feels like, tell me, Kelsey
Mason sung the chorus again.
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
Yeah
No, it's going to get harder
And it's going to burn brighter
And it's going to feel tougher each and every day
Hannah picked up the next verse, while Trace sang backup.
So let me say that I love you
You're all that I've ever wanted
All that I've ever dreamed of to come
And yes, you did come
I want you so bad, can you feel it too?
You know I'm so, I'm so in love you
I want you so much
I need you so much
I need you, I need you, your touch
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
Mason finished up the song with Trace.
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
And I'll swim the ocean for you
The ocean for you, whoa, oh Kelsey
And you never ever let me in
And you never ever let me in
And you never ever let me in
And you never ever let me in
It was the most amazing version of the song Kelsey I'd ever heard, including their touched-up album version. The crowd was cheering, on their feet, and doing their best to charge the stage. On a large screen in the back the music video was playing, quartered off and showing everyone who was on stage except for Hannah.
When they finally drew to a close Hannah pulled her mic off the stand. "Hello L.A!" The crowd erupted again. "I'm Hannah Montana, and this is Metro Station!" The crowd grew steadily louder, causing her to have to shout to be heard. "That song we just played for you was called Kelsey, and now they're bringing to you their hits 'Shake It' and 'Seventeen Forever.' I've got to go, but I hope you all enjoy the rest of your night! Take it away boys!" They began the synthesizer in Shake It, and Trace came in with his "Let's drop!" Hannah put her mic back on the stand and snuck slowly off the stage as everyone cheered for Metro Station.
Oliver and I jumped and cheered, joining into mosh pits where we could find them. I ended up in a slam pit, shoving and pushing people while being jostled though a never-ending circle. I was knocked down a few times, and even hit in the face by a stray fist, but it was all worth it. I pushed my way out of the pit after that, unwilling to show up at school over the next few days appearing beaten up. Never would I let anyone get a punch in on me. I had just escaped the jumble of mashed together bodies when a stray mosher slammed into me, laying me flat out on the ground on top of an innocent girl. "I'm so sorry." I murmured as sincerely as I could through a mouthful of my own hair. I looked down into the face below mine and saw none other than Miley, looking breathless, and, if anything, incredibly embarrassed, like a child caught doing something wrong.
I stood up, gripping her hand and pulling her up. "I probably wouldn't have apologized if I had known it was you." She looked up at me. My heart stopped and my breath caught, and the next part of my wit was almost lost in her eyes. "I mean, it's not often that I look kindly upon being abandoned at the lunch table. Especially after you deny an invitation out. So why are you here, anyway?" I couldn't keep the accusation out of my voice. After all, we had told her to come with us, and she'd said she had things to do.
"Um…well." Her face flushed, and she looked even more embarrassed. "I had stuff to do after school today, but it got cancelled. And I remembered your boyfriend saying something about a music festival, so I thought I could come here you know?"
There were different parts of her explanation that I should have commented on, like her obvious lie about after school plans, and her nervous reactions, but there was only one thing I needed to respond to immediately. "Oliver is NOT my boyfriend." I blurted out.
"Oh. I'm sorry, it's just, the way ya'll were clinging to each other at lunch and all."
"Clinging?"
"You weren't…like clinging. Just…I'm sorry?" She was starting to get more nervous, and, when I was sitting in the car, this was not the type of wit I'd hoped to exhibit the next time I spoke to her. At least I wasn't stuttering. I gave her my flirtiest crooked smile. It usually made Oliver stop short, and I was pleased to see the effect it had on Miley. "Um. I just uh. I think I'm going to go…to…you know." She stuttered, though it occurred to me that if someone had insulted me, and then smiled, I would have been confused to.
"Hey. Calm down." I wanted to laugh, but then she quickly got herself under control.
"So do you have a boyfriend?"
"I…um." This time I was the one to stutter. It wasn't the question, it was the way she seemed to turn the power of her eyes on and off. I was trapped in her eyes, so I had no control when someone slammed into me. Before I could stop myself I ran into Miley again, knocking her into whoever was behind her. The mosh pit seemed to have expanded, and I was being pushed into her. I grabbed her around her middle and pulled her further away. "Sorry about that."
"Oh, you know, it's nooo problem." I dropped my arm from around her waist. A line from a song drifted into my mind as Miley looked at me from under her eyelashes. You've got a face for a smile, you know…
My phone started to vibrate. I opened it and saw there was a text from Oliver. 'Hey, I'm going home with this one girl. You know, home home. You can get a ride right?'
"God damn you Oliver." I shouted at my phone.
"What is it?" She asked me with the air of someone who recognized they were asking a question with an answer they thought they weren't entitled to.
"Oliver's leaving me here. Now I'll need a ride home."
"Well, I can give you a ride home if you want." She looked kind of hopeful.
"That'd be great."
"Well, I'm leaving right now if you're ready."
I thought about it, but only for a moment. "I'm not doing anything here, it was good enough for me just to see Hannah Montana. She's a total babe."
She looked taken aback. "She's what?"
I stopped and replayed the last few sentences in my head. Shit. "Well, you know, I love how she sings, and I think she's really pretty. She's my idol."
"Oh. Ok."
I wasn't sure she bought it; I'd just have to watch what I said, while at the same time wondering exactly where that came from. "What do you think of her?" I asked, attempting to smooth over that sticky moment.
"Oh you know. She's a total babe." She smiled at me, parroting my words. I took that to mean that she hadn't taken in the full impact of my words, or she had misinterpreted them. But so what? Hannah was just a celeb crush. It's not like I liked her. I didn't like girls. Never had, never will.
Miley opened the door to her car, which we had been walking to. It was a bright yellow old school Camaro. It seemed like everyone drove some kind of sports car. I got in. She reached across in my direction, and for one bizarre moment I thought she was reaching for my hand, and my heart skipped a beat. She grabbed the stick and put it in gear. We cruised down the highway. She was a better driver than Oliver, hovering around the speed limit as we drove in silence.
After about five minutes, she broke the silence. "You never answered me."
"What was the question?" I asked, confused.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Um…no." Truth was, I'd never had a boyfriend. But why tell her that? "Why do you ask?"
"Well, my family is new here, and my brother said if I met any cool girls, than to get to know them, and introduce them to him. So now, I get to go home and taunt him about you."
I thought that slightly amusing, that she and her brother were going to fight over me, in a way. "Well, be sure not to bruise his ego. No boy takes kindly to that." I smiled at her, and she pulled up in front of my house. I was surprised. The ride seemed to have passed way too quickly. "I guess I'll see you in school."
"You might see me more often than you think." I wanted to know what she meant by that, but I didn't ask, as she shot me a look with those amazing eyes. I stumbled, dazed, out of the car. She pulled out of my driveway, turned the car around, and parked in the driveway across the street. She got out, looked across her car to me, and said, "Howdy neighbor."
I laughed, heading into my house, when a strange thought occurred to me. "Miley!" She stopped on her porch, looking at me. "How did you know I lived here?" I shouted across the street to her.
"You know. I asked around." And, with that, she walked inside, leaving me dumbfounded on the porch.
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