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A/N: This is the weirdest title I have ever given a chapter. Anyway, chapter six has finally arrived! Enjoy!

Amid Falsity and Truth

Chapter 6:

Someday of Acknowledgment

On the morning of the next day, Miley was out on her porch sitting on the only chair that occupied said space, – the one reserved for her father for when her dates brought her back home – waiting for Lily. She was not even going to give the girl the chance to enter her house and enjoy her father's pancakes, no sir, not today. Today, they were going to leave her home as fast as possible. If she waited anymore she would explode.

The desperate child took another look at her watch, it read: 7:10 p.m.; still too early for the blond to make an appearance. Tapping her foot on the wooden floor, Miley wondered if she should call her to rush her, but decided against it. Lily would be here in ten minutes anyway, she was always early hoping to snatch some Stewart food.

In the meantime, she would occupy herself with what she had discovered from last night as her hidden talent. What was this? Thinking about Louis; hey it had to be some kind of talent to be able to think about someone for endless hours.

Last night, after Louis had asked her to be his girlfriend and she had so enthusiastically said yes, they went on into talking about minor yet important details. For example, they established the fact that although they were in an internet relationship, this did not mean they could have any other relationship outside of it. They also agreed on meeting each other someday, but not soon. For the moment they wanted to see how compatible they were and if this relationship would last, if it did then meeting personally would be the next eagerly welcome step.

Also, Louis understood that Rockstar was Hannah Montana, as such she had a busy schedule and she couldn't afford to be easily seen by paparazzi, something that Miley did not want to expose Louis to either. They wanted their relationship to be a nice and normal one, without so much hassle. For this reason they were going to wait a while.

Both parties happily agreed to the terms exposed. After all, they both knew that all good things take their time.

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Lily pressed her cushioned pillow tightly against her chest, against her whole body in fact. Her left leg was thrown over the thing possessively and her arms clutched it as if it could escape from her while her lips mumble sweet nothings into its nonexistent ears.

So, it goes without saying that Lily Truscott was having a very nice dream, if her pleased facial expression is any give away. The blond forced the pillow into her body and closer to her lips, with a content smile she breathed into her own scent, not that she knew it was hers at the moment. For her, this was the sweet aroma of a beautiful blond haired girl who she had met a little more than two months ago. The girl of her dreams, and one day the woman of her life even if she hadn't met her in person yet.

This is Lily's "reality" at the moment:

She kept her eyes closed as she pressed her body closer to that of her lover. They were laying in a king sized bed that was as much as she knew. Their surroundings were unknown to her; they existed as a blur in her inner eye. She was vaguely aware that they were in some kind of room, perhaps a hotel room, but again that was as far as her knowledge of the place went.

Not that it matter in the slightest. Lily was situated in a big bed with the love of her life, silky sheets covering their naked bodies. Sadly, she did not get to see their love making, but the exhaustion of their forms confirmed their actions. Not that she would doubt it, considering they were cuddling while nude in the bed.

"Mmmm, your hair smells so nice honey." Lily said into her lover's smooth blond hair. She wondered if life could get any better than it was in this instant.

The skater heard the girl shake a little in her arms; the action was accompanied by a giggle. The blond then turned around, allowing Lily to feel the whole softness of her skin as she did so. Now facing her, she leaned in and placed a loving kiss on her lips.

Seconds later they separated, only to remain but a mere inch apart. Lily's eyes were still close, she was savoring that kiss, the petal softness of her lips, the sweetness of them. At last she opened her eyes to find her lover staring at her features. Lily took the moment to do the same.

Had Lily been conscious she would have been so grateful for all the posters she had of this girl in her room. And more than that, for paying close attention to her that one time she got to see her through that webcam. But since for her she was indeed conscious, the gazing of her lovers delicate eyebrows, her beautiful blue eyes, her cute long but tiny nose, her impeccable white skin, and her inviting rose-colored lips, were only a reminiscence of previous occasions.

Lifting an arm from under the covers, Lily gently stroked the girl's cheek. In return her lover smiled, closing her eyes while she placed her arms around Lily's waist pressing her against her front. Reopening her eyes, she whispered words that manage to make Lily's heart flutter with joy.

"I love you Lily." She said, taking Lily's hand and pressing her lips on top of it, kissing it soundly.

"I love you too." Lily replied, leaning down to kiss the girl directly on her lips.

A few more kisses and smiles later, Lily's lover sat up in bed.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked, throwing her left arm around the girl's waist.

"Did you forget that I have rehearsal today?" The long haired blond answered, taking the sheets from her body. She dropped her legs of the edge of the bed and readied herself to stand up, but she was stopped by two hands grabbing her waist.

"Don't go." Lily whined. She was now laying faced down on the bed with her arms stretched towards her lovers waist, keeping her from standing up. It was rather funny; she looked like a cat when it stretches.

"Lily, I have to meet my dad at the studio in an hour. We are going to rehears his new song today."

"But, but, I'll be cold if you go." Was Lily's reply, the skater got on her knees and positioned herself behind her lover. Her arms now loosely wrapped around the girls' neck, and her entire front pressed against the girls' back.

"Alright, you are weakling my resolve with this hot position, but I will not give into you. I really have to go Lily." She said, trying to stand up again. Yet, she was brought back down to bed by a sudden yank from Lily.

"No." The skater girl replied with a smirk on her face that could be heard on her voice.

"Yes." The other girl tried again. She was going to go to that rehearsal even if her cute little girlfriend didn't want it.

"No." Lily repeated. She loved been annoying.

"Yes!" Oh my, what had she done to deserve such an annoying girl? It was a good thing she was immensely pretty too.

"No." The skater kind of sang.

"Yes!" Her lover sang too.

And this kept going on for a while within Lily's mind. However, in Lily's room something similar but different, was happening.

"Yes!" A much older blond yelled, as she pulled on the pillow her daughter had taken as captive.

"No." Lily unconsciously replied.

"Yes! Damn it Lily! Wake up already!" The woman yelled, finally taking the pillow off her daughter's claws. She watched the girl jump in an effort to retrieve it. Unfortunately, her energy on the mornings – whether asleep or awake – was very close to none making the teenager fall back, face down, onto the bed with a thud. Still, she didn't wake up.

As frustrated as the older blond was with her daughter, she had no other choice but to undertake her last resort. Lifting the pillow up above her head, she brought it down in a swift and powerful motion and began to beat her offspring with it.

The girl began to move around, slowly coming into consciousness by the bothersome pain in her body. But her mother didn't have time or the patience for leisureliness. With one last raise of the pillow, she dropped it directly on the girl's face waking her up instantly.

"Ooouch! Mom! What the heck!" Lily screamed into a seated position. She could not believe her mother woke her up like that! And from such a wonderful dream too! Had the woman no heart!? She bet she could accuse her of child mistreatment if she wanted to.

"I have been calling you for the past half hour! Now get your butt off that bed and get ready for school!" – The woman yelled, throwing the pillow at her daughter one more time before walking to the door. The only response she received was a groan. – "Oh, and your phone has been ringing for a while too, I think its Miley." She added before walking out of the room.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes Lily reached over her nightstand where her phone had been left last night. Picking it up, she checked for missed calls. Her eyes widen at the number that was displayed in the tiny screen.

"Oh my God! Miley's going to kill me!" She shouted, jumping from the bed and running out of her room and down the hall to her bathroom, almost tripping on the way, with her phone still in hand too. She had ten missed calls from Miley. The girl was really going to kill her when she met her at her house; if she was still there.

Ten minutes later Lily was ready and out of her house skating as fast as she could towards Miley's. The good thing was that she didn't have to go all the way to the brunette's house to find her. Half way towards Miley's house, she found her friend practically running her way. Smiling that sheepish smile of hers Lily slowed down to a stop when they were close enough.

"Lily! Do you know what time it is? I thought something happened, but here you are skating as if nothing! Why weren't you in my house twenty minutes ago?!" Miley ranted. Okay, maybe it was not such a good thing to encounter the girl on the way, Lily thought.

"I'm sorry! I overslept." Lily said, looking everywhere except at Miley. Maybe if she looked pathetic enough the girl would let it slip.

"Sorry ain't enough girly." Was the brunettes reply, slightly glaring at her friend.

"Don't call me girly!" Lily whined, seeming to be outrageously offended. Which she wasn't, to that extent at least, she really didn't like to be called girly though. It reminded her of Amber and Ashley, yuck!

"But Lily, you have gotten more girly-like since we entered high school." Miley countered, crossing her arms over her chest with a small smile tugging at her lips. It was "Tease Lily" time and how the girl deserved it for making her wait so long.

"No I have not! I am still the same skater chick from junior high." Lily said, stepping on her skate and slowly rolling past her best friend. She was not going to stand there and be insulted in such a disgusting manner.

The blond heard a soft chuckle from Miley a few seconds later, followed by the sound of footsteps. She smiled to herself; at least the girl wasn't mad at her anymore. Good, because she didn't feel like dealing with a pissed of Miley today. She was too happy skating her way to school while trying to remember each wonderful detail about her dream to bother with that.

If Miley had any time to give a real glance to her blond friend she would have noticed the stupid smile and the distant, almost empty look in her eyes, but she couldn't spare her that time. She was currently walking by Lily's side, but she wasn't really there. Her mind was far, far away from her physical location, even more so from the present. She kept repeating last night's event in her mind and wondering what would be the best way to tell Lily without it sounding like an obnoxious rant. Up till now she couldn't find a way of evading and outburst, she was just too giddy! What the hell. Might as well just let it come out as it must.

"Hey are you alright?" Lily asked her friend. She had been noticing how the girls' features changed from deeply concentrated to ecstatic, adding to it an unstable skip to her step; it was starting to creep her out.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah I'm fine!" Miley answered a little too loud, with an enormous grin.

"Uh…are you sure? You are acting rather creepy this morning." Lily said with a raised eyebrow. Seriously, she couldn't be happily content in her own pink…well no, blue…yeah in her own blue world if her best friend kept been weird. She better see what was going on before taking flight again.

Miley looked down and laughed softly. She knew that was going to happen. Today everyone was going to think she was on drugs or had gone the far end thanks to her creepy smile. Oh well!

"Yeah really!" Miley insisted. She couldn't be better if she tried!

Lily looked at her with that same eyebrow still arched. Her friend was too content. What could have happened? She wondered. And then it clicked.

"Oh I know! You talked with that internet guy you like, right?" The skater asked excited for her friend.

The big smile she received confirmed her suspicion; still the secret rock-star decided to finally voice her answer.

"Yes I did." Miley replied, that contagious smile still stick to her face.

"So? What happened?" Lily urged.

"Um…I'll tell you later, we're already late." Miley said hurrying her pace. Lily followed her friend with her eyes until she too noticed they were already at the school, and very, very late for it; she made a dash after Miley.

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Oliver Oken was a doughnut yes, but he was not a dumb-ass, and he was certainly not blind either. He could see very clearly what was going on with his two best friends. Well, no, he had no idea of what was up with them really. But he could see that at the moment, while he saw his entire surroundings, the girls only saw whatever was within their minds. Seriously, the two girls were so out of it that it was incredible how they managed to elude objects and people in the hallways and how they found their seats in each classroom, not to mention the classrooms themselves.

Mr. Correlli was once again lost in some place between talking about some kind of metaphor within "Romeo and Juliet" and going in a trip where he was a chick magnet and successful rock star. His age was evidently leading him into a delusional state from which if he didn't not return soon he was never going be able to escape, or so Oliver thought. Either way, his current condition gave him an excellent opportunity to ask his friends about their own weird mind state.

He leaned forward and, giving Mr. Correlli one last glance, whispered the brunette's name.

"Miley." He called, but the girl was too enthralled with the opposite wall to hear him. The boy tried a few more times, but all of them were to no avail.

Oliver breathed out a sigh of frustration and decided to leave the spaced-out girl for the moment. He still had one more blond try anyways. Turning his head to the right and looking behind himself he saw Lily completely focused on perfecting the little heart-shaped doodles she had done in her notebook throughout the class.

Okay, so the skater chick had a major crush on…he didn't now yet. Turning a little bit more, he saw that each heart had two capital letters within them 'H' and 'M', some even had the words "and Lily" added below them. Who the heck was HM? He didn't know any guy by that name and neither did Miley or Lily; that he knew off. Then perhaps Lily liked two different boys, he thought. Yeah that seemed logical. One could be….Hector! And the other one could be…Michael, or Mitchell! He did not know any Hector or Michael, but he did know a Mitchell.

Oliver's eyes went back to his desk. Now he needed to find out who this guy was, it came with been a good best friend after all. Either that or he had to stop reading his mom's magazines they were making him too curious…nah! Girls actually dig that! Taking his pencil he decided to go with the first alternative.

Seconds later, a folded piece of paper fell off his shoulder and into Lily's notebook, startling the girl. She looked up at him but he was acting as if nothing, so she took the paper and unfolded it. There was a short sentence inside.

What's up with you? It read. Lily arched an eyebrow, confused as to what he meant.

What do you mean? Oliver read once he received the note. Oh yeah, like she didn't know what he was talking about.

Ah, hello! You are spacing out just like Miley.' He explained.

Miley's spacing out? She wrote refolding the note and throwing it over his shoulder, at the same time she was looking over at Miley. She had no idea the girl had been in space the whole day, but what would she have known? She was currently in Pluto herself, and with the brunette's back to her, she couldn't really tell.

See what I mean? Look whatever, forget it. Just tell me what's up with the hearts instead?(wink) She read, and was about to stare at him like he had grown seven heads when she looked down to her notebook and found the truth of his words. So, so many of them, everywhere! And they had the letters of her girl crush too! Oh shit! She thought as she silently moved onto another, cleaner, page.

Hearts? What hearts? She covered. Throwing the note over Oliver's shoulder one more time before writing what was on the chalkboard as if she had been doing that all day.

"The ones on your-" – Oliver started turning to look into her notebook. Lily gave him an innocent look, and he glared at her. – "Oh you'll tell me later." He said turning back around. Lily gulped, and went into writing something on the corner of the page but decided against it.

'No, make mental note: avoid awkward conversation with Oliver.'

Meanwhile, Oliver was back to target one. Once again he tore a little piece of paper from his notebook and wrote in it. He leaned forward and placed it on the girl's left hand, the one that was resting on the desk besides her right elbow which was propelling her head.

Instantly the girl came into attention. She looked at her hand with a perplexed expression and then at Oliver, quietly asking him what it was. The boy only smiled sheepishly. He was such an odd boy, she thought. Miley pressed her back to the chair and unfolded the paper.

Hey you okay? It read.

Couldn't be better. She wrote with a smile.

Seriously? You sure? I mean you are very spaced out today. Miley laughed inwardly.

Just stopping to smell the roses you know? You should try it, the world it's beautiful!

At that reply Oliver rose an eyebrow, giving the final touches to the 'What-the-Fuck' expression he was currently wearing. What was wrong with these girls seriously!

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"Alright spill." Lily said through a mouthful of meatloaf. She had been hearing too many sighs in the fifteen minutes they had been in the lunchroom and it was starting to get on her nerves.

"Um, I told him!" Miley said with a slight pink hue adorning her cheeks.

"I noticed! And apparently it went really well too." Lily said, grimacing a little as she swallowed what was supposed to be meatloaf. The elastic thing like-meat went hard and slow down her throat.

"Yes, yes it did! It took me a while to finally get it out there and for him to understand what I was really trying to say too, but I finally did it!" The secret rock-star said excitedly. She was so happy about the events. Even with all the nervous attacks she had felt the night before, it had been so worth it.

"That's great Miles! So…are you like boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Lily asked. She wondered if her friend had been as lucky as she had been last night. It was no much better for her though, she didn't even need to gather the courage to be the first to confess, not that she couldn't do it or wouldn't have done it eventually, but having her…girlfriend, that sounds so nice!...done it first, they didn't waste so much time waiting for her.

"Yeap! He asked me too. Isn't it great!?" The brunette asked, almost shouting it throughout the whole lunchroom. Lily laughed at her friend's overenthusiasm. She was genuinely happy for her. Her friend deserved someone who would love her and care for her wholeheartedly and she didn't know much about this guy but she prayed to God that he was as nice as Miley made him sound.

She also wished she could show her excitement as well. But sadly, having not told Miley anything about her own internet crush or even about the sex of that person, she could not afford to express her delight. Perhaps someday she will tell Miley all about her true sexual orientation and then about her feelings for this girl, but not at this moment; one step at a time.

"Hey Lils, you in there?" Miley asked waving a hand in front of her blond friend's face. The girl went blank there for a second; Miley frowned in curiosity at this. What could possibly be running through her crazy friend's mind?

"Hahaha! Oh yeah! Sorry about that. Anyway, that's so cool! That he asked you and all I mean." Lily agreed, hoping to derail the conversation from herself. It worked, Miley smiled and nodded before digging into her food again.

For a while, they kept on eating in silence having not much more to report, that is until Lily remembered something she hadn't yet asked.

"Hey, you never did tell me this mysterious boy's name."

"I didn't?" Miley asked taken aback. She could have sworn she had told her his name; names were what usually came first when talking about someone new. Maybe she had skipped that part the other day because she was too urgent for the advice, she considered.

"Nope!" Lily said sipping on the straw of her grape juice bag.

"Oh well, he's name is Lou-" Miley starts but a loud crash of plastic and concrete interrupts her.

Miley and Lily both look in the direction of the rude sound to find Oliver forcefully dropping his body into the bench between them and after a few seconds of glaring at his food his body slumps, defeated.

"What up with you Oliver?" Lily asks.

"You know Jennifer?" He said. Both girls nodded, adding a yeah when they realized he wasn't even looking at them.

"Well, I went to ask her out, and she said she couldn't go out with me just because I'm two years younger!" He whined.

Lily rolled her eyes at him while Miley shook her head in slight amusement – his pathetic posture was a bit funny – but mainly in pity. Poor Ollie Trollie, who couldn't get a date no matter how hard he tried.

"Don't worry Oliver. There are better girls out there, of whatever age you want." Miley tried to reassure him.

"Yeah! You'll get them next time with your girl magazine knowledge. You know how girls love that." Lily said, she hoped she wasn't lying with that. In reality she didn't know if girls really liked it, but she did know girls loved sensitive guys and Oliver had always been pretty understanding, even more so now that he read those things. Therefore, if girls like sensitive guys and Oliver is sensitive thanks to those magazines then one plus one equals two and Oliver is bout to get a date someday. So technically she wasn't lying.

The sad, crushed boy made some kind of grunt within his throat. The girls translated that to 'Aaaah why me?' But they weren't sure; it could be any other brand of miserable words.

Miley rubbed his back while Lily tried to make him eat her cupcake; he loves cupcakes. Their previous conversation forgotten for the moment, they had a more important one on their hands; but who's to say it won't be retaken later.

To be continued…

A/N: For God's sake! Finally! Now don't leave without telling me what you think!