Okay so I have seriously got to update more. The question is how. Yes, I am lazy but hey, it's summer. What can you or I do?
Chapter 8
Normal POV
"You two are un-fucking- believable!" Mitchie exclaims to the googly-eyed skater who was sitting next to her at Rico's. Lilly didn't even flinch from the outburst, just kept her face in her palms and was staring at the brunette located at the other end of the shack who was also wearing the same look. Mikayla was currently attempting to get the other popstar's attention, her back to Mitchie and Lilly.
"Lilly! Hello?" the Latina shouts and waves her hand in front of the blonde's face. Lilly's gaze didn't falter from Miley. She didn't even blink. Mitchie then places her lips close to Lilly's right ear and shouts her name.
"LILLY!" That seemed to have gotten her attention as she jumps and falls out of her wooden stool.
Mitchie smiles at the confused girl holding her ear as she stands up.
"Jesus, Mitch, what was that for?" she whines.
"Oh, I don't know maybe if you two," the taller of the two points to Miley across the shack who was talking to Mikayla, "would stop having eye sex and explain to me why the hell you're not dating then that would be a perfect start to a good conversation. So explain." She finishes with her arms crossed over her chest, commanding.
"She wants to take it slow. There, end of story."
"Psh, this isn't slow, Lilly." The blonde gives a confused look. "This is slower than slow. I mean come on, a snail with freaking molasses on its tentacles or whatever would finish a race faster than this. She was most likely waiting for you to take the leap and ask her out right there."
"Well how do you know we're not going out?" Mitchie gives the girl a pointed look with a raised eyebrow.
"Okay then. I'll humor you. Are you guys going out?" Lilly looks down. A few seconds pass by with Lilly playing with her fingers.
"No," was the meek reply.
"Exactly my point! What even happened after I left?"
Flashback
"I ugh, should probably…go," the Latina stutters as she makes her way back into the theater. The two probably wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't in between the two of them. Lilly's eyes are begging her not to go while Miley just looks at the blonde which has a close resemblance to lust.
Seconds pass by and Lilly resorted to watching her scuffle her feet against the pavement, unable to handle Miley's gaze. Miley, noticing Lilly won't do anything took the initiative.
"So ugh, what were you going to tell me, Lils?" the southerner asks in a playful voice, faking cluelessness.
"Nothing," the blonde replies quietly, still not looking up. The butterflies in her stomach were overwhelming and she was afraid something terrible would happen if she did look at her best friend.
"Well that's a shame," the brunette replies, her twang tinged with sarcasm. "I guess you don't get to do anything with these." Lilly looks up and her stomach lurches as she sees the girl pointing to her pink lips.
The skater scoffs.
"Yeah, because I would totally want to have the Dentist's Reject's sloppy seconds."
Lilly clamps her mouth with her left hand as a Miley's face expression turns into one she can't read.
"Well how do you know the Dentist's Reject as you so kindly put her isn't just a set up, Lilly?"
"Is that a hint at something?" Lilly asks, sounding withdrawn and bashful yet sardonic and suspicious. She was treading on unknown ground. The girl before her had broken her heart so many times without knowing it and she didn't know what would happen. Her mask is put on and the walls around her heart are put up.
"It may be. It may not be. Since you have nothing to tell me I guess I can't tell you what I might have to say. Now if you'll excuse me I left my date in the movie theater for what appears to be…absolutely no reason."
Miley turns around was about ten feet away from the entrance before Lilly spoke up once again.
"Why do you even want me to tell you? You already heard Mitchie and I arguing about it, so what's the point?" Lilly's voice cracks but is far from tears, just completely nervous. The southerner turns around and walks up to the blonde.
"Well," she holds the word to maximize the skater's anxiety and hope, "something good may come out of it."
Lilly snorts while Miley raises an eyebrow at the action.
"Oh puh-lease Miley," the skater says looking into blue eyes. "I know you. You're a flirt. A romancer. You tell girls what they want to hear."
The popstar just looks on.
"But hey, I guess I'll tell you what you want to hear. I love you, Miley Ray Stewart!" The blonde shouts at the top of her lungs. Her heart plummets as she sees Miley's blank face not changing. "We good now because I for one just spent twenty bucks on a movie that I haven't watched and snacks that I haven't eaten. So if you'll excuse me."
The skater brushes past Miley and towards the door. She wasn't sure if she was more angry or hurt at the lack of emotions from the southern girl but right now, she just didn't care. Lilly was far too lost in her thoughts to think of anything else. She almost didn't hear the small little, 'I love you too,' come softly behind her.
Her feet froze and her heartbeat was pumping like mad. Shock settled in and her ears were ringing. Did she really just hear that? Slowly she started to turn around only to have lips crash near hers on her cheek. Lilly didn't have time to respond before the slightly taller girl pulled away, a smile plastered on her lips.
"Told you there were benefits, Lilly."
End Flashback
"Oh my god, Lilly, really?! You just left it at that?" Mitchie yelled at her.
"No! I have more brains than that, thank you very much," the blonde responds. "Before she went back in I asked her what we were or if we were going out."
The brunette gives her a look asking her to explain. After a few seconds of no response from the girl she decides to ask.
"And she said…" the girl asks waiting for Lilly to elaborate.
"Our song is the slamming screen door?" Lilly suggests nervously as if attempting to avoid the question.
"Lilly!" Mitchie exclaims.
"Okay fine. She said, 'We'll see,' okay? That's what she said."
"Alright, so you guys are practically dating but you're not. Tell me again why you're not, Lilly and answer it correctly this time," she asks firmly.
"Because I was too coward to ask her out and she was just too sexy for me to even think straight at the time."
"Okay that's definitely a more thorough answer than I thought but it's better than I thought what you were going to say."
"What'd you think I was going to say?" the blonde asks with a raised eyebrow. Mitchie looks everywhere but at her. She soon results to twiddling her thumbs.
"Nothing."
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"Jesus Miley, just go off and have eye sex while I'm talking to you, why don't you?" Mikayla mocks after nearly pushing said brunette off her stool at Rico's.
"What? Seeing her stressed out is cute. It's not my fault she's just so sexy," the southerner says with a dreamy twang in her voice, still staring at the blonde who was talking animatedly to Mitchie.
"Yeah, I know right? Mitchie is just…ugh!" Mikayla starts. "I just can't take it anymore. What is wrong with me?"
"You okay, Mik?" Miley asks, her attention on the stressed out brown eyed girl in front of her. The girl is now pacing.
"I just, I don't know what's up with me anymore. I can't stand to be around her. When we hang out I get butterflies and nervous, so my palms get all sweaty. We're best friends, I know her and she knows me so why am I getting all hyped up? I haven't even fully kissed her yet but whenever we peck each other my insides like explode and we're hardly touching at the lips. It's almost as if I…"
"Almost as if you" the southern girl carries on the sentence. "Love her?"
Shock crosses Mikayla's face.
"Psh, wha-no!"
"Psh, ahh yes!" Miley stands up, just an inch smaller than Mikayla. "Why do you think you don't? I mean, what's not to like about her? I don't think I've ever seen a day go by without her being asked out by somebody or hit on. That, plus she's like an amazing person and has a heart of gold. What's not to like about her? If I didn't love Lilly then I would most likely go after Mitchie too."
Mikayla glares at her with a raised eyebrow.
"But I'm totally taken so there's no worry, there," Miley rants hoping to get the taller girl to stop staring at her. "Gah, just stop with the eyes, please! I'm begging you!" At this Mikayla smiles and they both burst into laughter at the southerner's goofiness.
"So you love Lilly, huh?" Mikayla starts up conversation after a small silence. "What's that like?"
"Like how you feel towards Mitchie but it's more intense because I've known for a while now. It grows with time, girl."
Miley was starting to stare at Lilly again that she didn't realize that Mikayla was attempting to grab her attention fervently.
"Ugh, Miley-…"
"I'm surprised you don't know how it feels."
"Miles?"
"I thought you've been in love with Mitch since like you guys were seven."
"Miley?"
"But hey, you should tell her you love he-mhm!"
The southerner feels weight put on her lap and her words get cut off by lips and her eye vision is blurred by some rather frizzy and rather greasy smelling blonde hair. She gags which causes the girl to pull away.
"Hey baby, why didn't you call last night? I missed you. The bed was ready and everything," a familiar high nasally voice questions her.
Before she can even get a word in or gag again her lips are once again claimed by the rather…repulsive, revolting, nauseating, sordid girl she called her date last night. Still taken over by her weakened stomach, she slowly makes an effort to tear the girl off of her. Out of the corner of her right eye she could see a flurry of brown and blonde hair running away.
Lilly
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"I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation, Lilly. Lilly, ugh for the love of God would you stop running?" Mitchie attempts to get through to the blonde practically running away from Rico's shack like she just heard the plague started.
"Why should I? It' not like it matters where I go."
"Then let me go with you, Lils," Mitchie states, grabbing onto the girl's flailing hands. "Where do you want to go?"
"I want you and I to go home, watch old movies and wonder what the hell we were thinking about when we said that girls were better to date then guys when they are really just the exact same way," the blonde rants, hurt visible in her eyes.
Mitchie gives a nod and a small smile to the girl and they both head back to the brunette rockstar's house.
Once inside, Lilly did a superman jump onto the couch with a loud huff. Mitchie just gives the girl a small chuckle and walks past her to the kitchen to get out the Reeses, pickles, and to microwave some popcorn. On her way back she stopped at the movie selection, picking their favorite movie, Mean Girls.
Plopping onto the recliner seat on the left of the television, the rockstar presses play. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Lilly for about five minutes just staring at her.
"Why are you staring?" she asks, finally looking at the girl. The skater gives a fake pout and just answers with her own question.
"What does Miranda have that I don't?"
Mitchie nearly chokes on her pickle slice.
"Hmm, let's see. Bad teeth, a prison warden voice worse than Kunkle's, bat wings and ugh, what else? I'm sure I can think of a lot more. How about-"
"Alright, dude you can stop now. Enough being mean." Lilly was laughing half way through the list.
"You asked. I gave you my honest opinion on the matter and you know me. I don't talk about anyone."
"Well thanks for the pick me up, Mitch," Lilly told her honestly, her eyes tearing up a bit. "I needed that."
"Hey," Mitchie said, getting on her knees in front of the girl that was lying on her stomach. "Don't cry. Believe me when I say that Miranda does not mean a thing to Miley. She even told you herself that she was faking liking that girl to get you jealous."
"I know," she whispers, looking down.
"Then what's wrong?"
A few seconds pass by and all that was heard was Janis Ian's introduction before Lilly finally answers.
"What if this isn't real? Like, what if…what if this is all just a set up? Am I just another fling of hers? I mean come on, you can't deny that Miley is a player. She went out with Nate, Jake, Justin, Travis, that one guy at the beach and Mikayla in the past year no doubt! What makes me different than them, Mitch?"
Mitchie's shocked by the outburst from the girl before her. She got so worked up during her tirade she was fully sitting on the couch, no longer laying down. Slowly she took the blonde's hands.
"Look, Lils, I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know what's going on through Miley's head right now but I know for a fact that she would not hurt you. Remember that talk yesterday in the bathroom? I meant every word of it. Don't get down about yourself. You have to be willing to take the risk of being with her, Lilly. Trust me. Every Rose will have a Jack. Every Topanga will have a Corey and believe me when I tell you that every Lilly will have a Miley."
A few tears escape Lilly's eyes. Mitchie reaches up to wipe them away with her palm. They both give small smiles before the brown eyed girl leans up to give the crying girl a kiss on her cheek. About an inch away from the girl's face, someone bounds through the front door.
"Mitchie I have to tell you so-" Mikayla freezes mid-sentence, taking in the situation. Mitchie and Lilly share a look and realize that if someone didn't hear their conversation, it would appear as if they were about to kiss.
"Mikay-"
"Ya know what? Never mind, have fun with your girlfriend," the popstar spats before rushing out of the house. Mitchie just looks at the door shocked for a few seconds before Lilly smacks her on the back of the head which causes the Latina to look at her, defensively.
"What was that for?"
"Every jealous Mikayla needs a dumbfounded Mitchie. Now's your chance! Go get your girl, dude!" With that, shocks spread through the rockstar as she immediately sprints out of the house, berating herself for not realizing that Mikayla was in fact jealous.
She finds the brunette walking along the side of the beach, wiping at her eyes and looking down at the unchanging sand.
"Mikayla!" she shouts before racing up to the still walking girl. "It wasn't what it looked like back there. Really!" She tries to convince the girl this but she just looks up angrily.
"Oh yeah, like I didn't see you back at your house, just about to kiss one of your best friends. I'm not blind. You guys were practically drowning in each other's eyes! How could you do that to Miley, especially when we're supposed to be fake dating?"
"Is that supposed to be a hint at something, Gomez? Look okay, you saw what happened back at the shack. Lilly needed comfort and I was going to kiss her cheek! Why would I even try to make my move on Lilly when I-" Mitchie stops, causing Mikayla to turn to her with a small look of hope in her eyes.
"When you what?" The shorter of the two just shakes her head, looking down. "When you what, Mitchie?"
"When I fucking love you, Mikayla!!!"
Mikayla gasps, stunned and frozen to the spot. Mitchie, upon hearing this feels her heart literally falling out of her chest, leaving a mess at Mikayla's feet. Her breathing becomes shallow, saline is building up behind her eyes and only one thought crosses her mind.
Run.
And she does. So far in the direction opposite and so quickly she doesn't even hear the popstar also chasing after her. The rockstar gets as far as to a deserted part of the beach before she is tackled from behind. Mitchie knows exactly who it is from the first contact.
"Get off!" Mitchie cries at the top of her lungs as she's turned around so she's no longer forced to look at the sand. She quickly tries to push Mikayla off of her but the girl is stronger at the moment, relocating the rockstar's hands above her head. "Get off, please! Please, Mikayla, please!"
Mitchie, not fully giving up just closes her eyes, refusing to look at the girl currently straddling her waist and begging her to get off.
"Just get off, Mikayla. Please. I don't want to hear it. Just get off, please," she whines slowly, hearing Mikayla shush her soothingly. Mitchie gives one last whimper followed by a weak 'please'.
Mitchie's waiting for it as she becomes quietly, still slightly sniffling. She's waiting for it. A slap. An ass chewing. Anything. But what surprised her was what she got instead.
Lips. On hers. Soft, smooth, strawberry tasting lips. The girl above her gives a moan upon contact. Like the rest of the kisses from Mikayla, the girl pulls away before she can respond.
"I love you too, Mitch. Ohmygod I love you so much." Mitchie finally opens her eyes and she sees it.
In her eyes.
She sees the pure love just pouring down and showering the girl. She can even feel it as the taller girl reinitiates another kiss between them.
This is real.
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Midnight the same day…
Lilly sighed as she walked down to the beach. She got a text from the currently M.I.A. Mitchie telling her to meet her at Rico's after she profusely apologized for abandoning the girl for a whole five hours.
She couldn't help the feeling of sadness rush through her. Lilly was happy for Mitchie and Mikayla. Really. She just hoped that she could be like that someday. Hopefully with Miley. The thought of the brunette made her give another long, outdated sigh.
"Anybody ever tell you that you sigh too much?" a voice with a southern accent speaks lowly, making her jump. She was at Rico's and there were candles everywhere, lighting up the beach area. The brunette was leaning against the shack.
"Miley, wha-?"
"Shh, Lilly," she informs the blonde as she takes a step in front of her. "It's my turn to talk now."
"No, Miley. Let me talk first," the blonde insists, crossing her arms over her chest. Miley just gives her a look of confirmation as if predicting that would happen. "Look, what I feel for you…its real, Miles. It's not fake, okay? I don't want to be like all of the others, Miley. I want to be different than them. I, I want to last and if just staying your best friend is like the only way then I'll just stay your best friend. But please, just please don't go away, Miley."
Tears were built up behind both of their eyes.
"Well that's a shame," the brunette starts out. "Because then I couldn't do this."
Miley pushes off the shack with her foot and walks purposefully up to Lilly. She's close. Close enough for Lilly to feel her cinnamon smelling breath on her face.
"W-what?" Lilly stutters before gulping, suddenly nervous. She's soon confused and her heart starts racing as Miley leans down on one knee in front of her. "M-miley?"
The blonde starts to feel hot as Miley reaches into her back pocket pulling out a…mini Reeses?
Unable to help herself she lets out a laugh. It's typical for the brunette to get her favorite candy. Miley smiles at seeing the blonde finally loosen up.
"Lillian Truscott, I'm sorry for being so clueless and blind to your feelings. But I can tell you right now that I have never felt this way about anybody. Please, if you give me a chance, I'll never let you down. Ever. I love you, Lilly. I really do, so would you possibly give me the honor of…being my girlfriend?"
Lilly snorts.
"Well this is definitely new but," Lilly starts before she bends down so she's face to face with Miley. "I'd love to be your girlfriend," she answers in a husky voice, taking the mini Reeses and eating the small candy.
"Really?" Miley asks happily. Lilly notices the brunette's hands snaking around her neck.
"Really," she confirms with an equally bright smile, placing her hands on Miley's hips, them still on their knees. The two share a giggle before they realize their position.
"Miley-"
"Lilly-"
A small nervous laugh escapes both their lips.
"Go ahead, Miley."
Miley just gives her a small smile before shaking her head lightly and leaning in slowly. The blonde sees her motives and also begins to lean in. They meet in the middle as fireworks literally ignite in their mind.
Pulling back slowly Lilly gives a lecherous smile.
"So Miles, you got any milk with that Reeses?" The southern popstar returns the intense gaze before leaning in to whisper something in the girl's ears. Lilly's eyes widen before pulling both up to their feet and running off in the direction of Miley's house.
In the bushes two barely visible figures could be seen giggling at their friends antics.
"I told you the plan would work out, Mikayla," the shorter of the two gloats playfully.
"Yeah, I guess you fooled me. I still think the tying her to the bed post and-…"
"Eww! Those are our friends we're talking about, 'kayla!"
"What? I was just going to say tickling her into confessing her feelings," the older of the two brunettes jokes. "What were you thinking, you sicko?"
Mitchie just gives a lighthearted shove to the popstar's shoulder, resulting in both of them laughing. Without even knowing it a wrestling match erupted between the two for a whole ten minutes. Mikayla ended up straddling Mitchie after tickling her sides.
Realizing their situation the popstar leaned down to snare their lips together after witnessing Mitchie's face of complete love and lust.
"I love you, Mitchie," the older brunette tells her while stroking her cheek lovingly. The recipient just smiles.
"I love you too, Mikayla. So much."
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Okay so I kind of hated how I ended this chapter but it's okay, right? Right?!
I'm really sorry I haven't been updating like at all. I've just been letting the summer vacation get to me. Come on, I'm a teenager, there's no school, ya gotta do the math.
Wait, but this is summer and you don't have to do any math so maybe we should just ignore that last sentence. Anyway, please review and tell me your thoughts yo. It's what keeps me writing fa sho!