^^**Will they simply remain unanswered?**^^

MIKAYLA'S POV

"Uh…?" Jackson just stands there not knowing what to say or where to look at.

"um…I--"

"I'll take her don't worry." Miley grappled my wrist and left Jackson behind us. I really do hope, no wish, that Jackson isn't a blabbermouth. Ugh, I knew that coming here was a ridiculous idea. Miley leads me into a room I hadn't seen before. It's pale and lifeless, dull. It consist only of an office. Pale leather seat coordinately matched with white walls, rug, and minor decoration. The only thing that seems out of the picture is a randomly placed Rubik's cube.

"Sorry about that." Miley leans on the door and I have a feeling she doesn't exactly have a restroom inside here.

"Are you sure h--"

"He won't. I can assure that." Miley takes three long strides toward me. I stare no, gawk her legs. Tan, firm and long legs. She lifts the tip of my chin with her fingers and I study her gaze. She doesn't kiss me. No, instead she leaves a trail of warm butterfly kisses down my neck. I let her and close my eyes finding pleasure in the smooth contact of her tongue against my skin.

Smooth hands lift me up by my buttocks settling me on the glass. She's definitely the one in control now. I know that she wants me to realize that Mitchie could never let me feel this rush of getting caught. I know we might but that only entangles me more.

The worst part is that I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm one-hundred percent conscious that my girlfriend is only a few yards away from me and yet here I am. I wrap my legss around Miley's waist pulling her closer. She moans slightly and I feel the pulling on my skin with her mouth. I tousle my hand up her hair. The air knocks on my slightly wet skin. Her mouth is now on mine my tongue somewhere inside her mouth and my sense of respect on a train to Never-land.

Gosh, Miley is great at making out. Her tongue is lengthy and yields the perfect amount or pleasure. My hands are now on either side of her neck and hers are crawling up my… oh god.

I push her off me harshly. She stumbles a few steps confused. "no, no. I u-uh…crap Miley." I "whisper" "Mitchie's here. No, we can't do this."

"Just forget about her, Ok?" She moves towards me again and I walk backwards towards the door.

"No, you need to forget about me. None of this happened."

"none of this happened? Mikayla it did."

"No It--"

"Ok, great. Try to ignore what you're feeling for me."

"I only have feelings for Mitchie."

"Then how do you explain what just happened? I didn't force you to do anything Mikayla. Did I?" You know you can ignore these question for as much as you want but they'll just keep on popping up." I turn the doorknob and leave her behind.

Why can't I just have a little bit of fun with her? Why do I have to stop? It can't hut Mitchie if she doesn't know. No, no. I love Mitchie. I'm sure of that. I really do love her. Miley is right about those questions though. Will they simply remain unanswered?

Mitchie is out at the yard talking to Mr. Stewart and I turn around cautious of Miley. Lilly is still laying lazily on the couch the TV. turned off she's just there. She looks at me furious. Crap, don't tell me I have my I-made-out-with-Miley face on. I smirk as I approach the door trying to anger Lilly. She stands up making her way to Miley, I'm guessing.

"So when I was about twelve Mikayla and I- Oh, hey babe." I smile and she motions for me to join her. I slowly walk towards her. She's sitting about two and a half yards from the barbecue grill. She looks so happy as if she's having the happiest day in her life. If I would only tell her what I'd been doing seconds ago then…

"Hey." She hugs my waist and keeps on talking, occasionally asking for a few kisses. I don't remember what she was talking about. All I could think about was what I had done and the effects it left on me. The stinging sensation Miley left on me. To make matters worse Mitchie made me sit on her lap and started getting all lovey-dovey. "You're really quiet today. Feeling ok." She places a kiss on my shoulder. I try to shrug the feeling away.

"Just bored." I try to act as normal as I can. The least I need right now is a suspicious Mitchie.

"um…can you just hang on for a few minutes? I haven't seen Miley in years. Just want to catch up a bit." Mitchie turns my face around a bit and places a soft kiss on my cheek. "Please.' She puts this cute face and pouts. How much cuter can she get? I swear Mitchie is perfect. If I ever had to choose between her and any other person in the world I know I'd choose Mitchie…I think.

Dude's this is a really short chapter but I will bring up some more long ones. Beside's you guys shouldn't complain I've updated a lot of stories this week! Oh and if you guys haven't cheeked out ugly Miley I know the author she's a total hottie. Check it out you guys!

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C.)a sex scene.

D.)Romantic scene,

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P.S.: Who hates Mikayla already? If my girlfriend did that to me i will cut her to pieces!!!