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Goodnight and Go - Part Three
Written by: Amalea
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Lilly awoke on her living room couch the next morning. Upon arriving at home the previous night she had thrown her purse onto the coffee table, simply collapsed on the couch, and fallen asleep, too exhausted with thought to stay awake any longer.
"Lilly! Do you have your keys? I have an important meeting in thirty minutes and I can't find mine," Mrs. Truscott yelled to her daughter from the kitchen.
Lilly grumbled something quite unkind and rolled over, covering her head with a pillow.
"Lillian Marie Truscott! You wake up this instant," her mother demanded, now in the living room, pulling the pillow from her daughter's head.
"They're in my purse!" she grumbled and snatched back the pillow.
Then, realizing something, she became wide-awake. "My purse!" she shrieked, snatching it from the table. "The note," she thought to herself. Quickly she found her keys and handed them to her mom, who was looking at her incredulously. "Heh, um, weird dream?" Lilly assisted, plastering on a fake smile.
Her mother straightened her suit jacket and made no comment. "I'll be back around noon," she said, and headed for her car.
As soon as her mom was gone the smile fell from Lilly's face and she violently poured the contents of her purse out on the table.
"No. No, no, no." she repeated over and over, looking through every bit of paper, trash, makeup, and various other items kept in her purse. A slightly crazy laughed escaped her mouth, "This is just a dream. See, I'm still asleep. In fact... last night was a dream too. I never even wrote a note. I'm just going to lay back down, and when I wake up everything is going to be perfect."
Lilly threw herself back onto the couch and squeezed her eyes as shut as possible. Less than five seconds later, her phone rang. Panicking, she sat back up and grabbed her cell from the mess on the table.
"Hello?" she whimpered.
"Lilly? What's up? It's Miley," an accented voice on the other end said, "Jackson told me you were here looking for me last night."
So much for the past 24 hours being a dream. Lilly closed her eyes again and let out a sigh.
"Uh, is there something you need to tell me?" Miley questioned.
"Tell you? Tell you what? Why would I have anything to tell you? What makes you think that?" Lilly blurted out, convinced Miley had found the note.
"Maybe you should lay off the caffienne," Miley advised, completely confused, "You came to my house last night, I assume there was a reason for it? Uh, should I just call you back later? You seem kind of stressed."
"Yeah, call me... actually, no! Don't! I'm coming over. See you in a few!"
Lilly hung up the phone before Miley even had a chance to reply. Completely forgetting she was still in the same clothes from last night, she grabbed her skateboard and headed out the door.
When she arrived at the Stewart house Miley was waiting for her at the door.
"You don't look so good," Miley commented, noting Lilly's wrinkled clothes and messy hair.
"Yeah, uh- cough- I think I might be getting something?" Lilly said and her eyes frantically began searching the floor of the Stewart living room.
"Looking for something?" Miley asked and Lilly's eyes fell upon Miley's face, which carried an expression she couldn't quite read.
"No, uh... I don't know," Lilly said and quickly changed the subject, "So, where'd you go last night anyway?"
"Oh, there was this great party downtown. Kind of short notice, and you had been talking about how all the parties were wearing you out, so I figured you wouldn't be interested," Miley said apologetically, prepared for Lilly to take offense at not being invited.
"Yeah, I understand. No problem," Lilly said absently, still trying to scan the room for the note.
"Look Lilly, I know keeping something from me. Now just tell me," Miley said, becoming slightly annoyed by her friend's erratic behavior.
"I'm not keeping anything from you, I swear."
Praying that Miley hadn't been the one to find the note, Lilly tried frantically to think of an excuse to leave.
A frustrated Miley took care of it for her, "Look, I have stuff to do. Just call me whenever you want to actually talk." Miley headed for her room and Lilly headed for the door.
"She couldn't have found the note, Jackson definitely would have found it first... oh my God, what if he did find it first? No, he's not that observant, he never would've seen it. That means Miley found it... oh my God! What if Mr. Stewart found it? Oh man, could this get any worse? Someone in that house has the note. How in the world am I supposed to find out who?" Lilly frantically thought.
Just as she was walking out the back door, Jackson stepped out of his car.
"Hey, Lilly, about last night-" he began upon catching her eye, but was cut off.
"Sorry Jackson! Can't talk, gotta go!" she said hurriedly and hopped on her skateboard. She tore off down the driveway, leaving Jackson standing there completely confused with his mouth hanging open.
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A/N: Hmm... who has the note? I know. Do you know? haha. Actually, I think I may have changed my mind about who has it. What do you think? This was basically a filler chapter leading on to bigger, better things. Considering I originally planned on ending it after what became "Part 2" this is interesting. I really felt the need to keep going though, so hopefully I don't destroy my original intentions. Please review if you took the time to read. It will only take a couple seconds and it will make me unbelievably happy. Not to mention inspired to write more. Thanks to all of my reviewers so far. I truly, truly appreciate you.