Miley awoke the next morning to a strange, high pitched song playing somewhere in the background while a voice was saying, "Come on Miley. Wakey, wakey!" She was pretty sure that the owner of the voice was the one gently shaking her awake.
Miley reached her hand out and felt something sort of button-like. It scrunched up, as the voice said, "Uh, Miley? Whatcha doin?"
"Lookin for the snooze button." She mumbled, eyes still closed against the harsh morning sunlight.
"It's 11:00AM. Time too wake up!" The voice, that Miley just recognized as Lilly's, said sharply, pulling the covers off of Miley's slim figure. She shivered and reached for her fluffy covers. The weird song was still playing in the background.
He's my best friend
Best of all best friends
Do you have a best friend too?
"Lilly, what is this?" Miley asked and gestured her hand lazily in the direction of the music.
"It's a song that my friend on fanfiction sent me. It's for the pairing of Billy and Olivia." Lilly said excitedly, referring to two characters on their favorite show, Nick Pacific. (See Thou Shall Love Thy Neighbor, Yeah Right.)
"It sounds weird." Miley commented, still refusing to open her eyes.
"It's actually really good. It's perfect for them." Lilly said, completely forgetting that Miley needed to wake up. Miley listened to it, and came to a realization.
"It also works for you and Oliver." Miley opened one eye, very carefully, to see her reaction.
"What?!" Lilly asked, looking like she had just been asked to be on 'The Biggest Loser'.
"Hehe, you shoulda seen your face!" Miley laughed, fully awake now. Lilly scoffed and went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She had apparently been sitting around watching TV 'til 10:30.
Miley reached over and grabbed her phone. After she turned it on, she saw she had a new text. She had temporarily forgotten about last night. When she read the message, the last few days came flooding back.
If you're not awake, that's sad. But I respect that, though it's not like you need the beauty sleep.
She rolled her eyes and set her phone down, walking over to the dresser to find a bathing suit. While she was deciding between a light blue one and her pink one from the pasy two days, that little voice returned.
I think Jake would like the blue one. Besides, he's already seen you in the pink one.
What?
Come on. It makes sense.
Yeah, if I liked him.
Denial is a sad, sad thing. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
No it's not. It keeps the Egyptians alive. (Here's where the joke music would play from the drums in a movie or comedy act.)
Not funny. :(
I think I'll go with the blue one.
Good choice. Smaller than the pink one, but not small enough to look trampy.
Would you go away?! I picked it so it'll give me good tan lines!
Mm-hm. Sure, whatever you say. ;)
"Ready to go?" Lilly asked standing by the front door in her suit from yesterday, with a cover up on over the top.
"Yup!" Miley replied, grabbing her bag with the sunscreen and towel, and following Lilly out the door.
After they had stopped at the breakfast buffet, Miley took the top of her cover up off cause it was an unusually hot day. She put her sunglasses on since the pool was out side with an awning over half of it.
When they got down there, Miley saw that Jackson, Oliver, Jake, and his two friends were the only ones there. They entered through the door, which was under the awning, and everyone turned. Jake's eyes popped out of his head at the sight of Miley. His mouth dropped slightly.
In the background he started hearing the beginning of the song 'Hey Sexy Lady' by Shaggy.
Sexy, hot, I love my your girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin onThen, if this had been a movie, the record would've come to an abrupt halt, making that weird record sound as she reached him.
Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of contro-
"Uh, Jake? A little hint. Eyes work better inside your head. Surprised you didn't know that." And as she walked past him to a chair and started tanning, he realized that his mouth was still agape and his eyes were wide in amazement. He immediately fixed those problems.
"Hey Lilly, I can't reach my back. Can you get it?" Miley asked, and Jake's eyes bugged out all over again.
"I'll do it!" He said to eagerly. Play it cool, man! Unlike Miley, Jake and his little voice worked together.
"Ok." She said and his heart flipped. Than she reached in her bag and pulled out the spray on sunscreen. "Here you go." And she handed it to him. It was then he realized that she had taken the rest of her cover-up off.
After he sprayed it on, he said, "Doesn't it need to be rubbed in, to uh, even it out?" He asked. Smooth.
"Nope." She replied simply. He reluctantly put the sunscreen back, and than got an idea.
An hour later, Miley had flipped over and had evened out her front and back. Jake had been in the hot tub, waiting. When his watch beeped an hour, yes he timed it, he got out and dried off. Miley's eyes were closed, perfect. He bent down, took her sunglasses off her face, picked her up bridal style, and walked towards the pool. She had apparently been sleeping, cuz she screamed, and when she saw where they were headed, she screamed harder.
"Put me down!" They reached their destination, and he responded simply, "OK." He acted like he was about to drop her, and she grabbed his neck hard, and screamed, "Keep me up, keep me up, KEEP ME UP!"
"Don't worry. I won't let go." He assured her. She sighed in relief, and he bent down. But instead of letting her down, he jumped in.
"JAKE!" she screamed.
"What? I didn't let you go." He answered innocently. "Besides, you were on fire. I had to save you. But you can just thank me with a kiss." He smirked. She glared. She looked at the new surroundings, and realized that the water went up to Jake's shoulders, meaning it would go a little past her chin. She had never been much of a swimmer.
"Jake, bring me over there." Still clinging desperately to his back with one hand, she slowly directed the other over to the shallow end.
"Naw I like it here better." He said. She figured glaring wouldn't work, so she tried a different method.
She batted her eyelashes, stuck out her bottom lip, and said in a whiny/pleading voice, "Please?" She added the puppy-dog-pout to her look, and saw him caving.
"Ok." He sighed reluctantly and started over to the shallower end. When they got there, he set her down. "You're safe now."
"Good." And she smacked him in the shoulder. Of course it didn't really hurt him. But he played along. "And don't ever do it again!" And with that, she climbed out of the pool and back to her trusty towel.
I think that was my best chapter. And you know you agree, so why not let me know? Hmm? You like chapters, and I like reviews. It's a very simple problem, with an even more simpler solution. So review please!
-Wendy