"One person's punk is another person's treasure," she sang.
Miley forked a couple pancakes onto a plate, dead center, and served it to Lilly. "For you, oh magnificent one," she said, adding a half-assed curtsey to her presentation.
"Magnificent one," parroted Lilly with an exaggerated sense of contemplation. "Magnificent one," she repeated, rubbing her chin. "Nah, too pompous for my tastes. Either tone it down a notch, or stick to boss." She poured syrup over the lukewarm stack, and picked up her fork. "This looks delicious, and if my hunch has anything to say about it...," she trailed off, forking a piece into her mouth, "Yep…," she chewed,"yummy."
Miley perked up. "Really?"
As cute as Miley was, Lilly couldn't resist exploiting her kind, genuine nature. Sometimes her efforts paid off, and Miley's cheeks turned an adorable crimson. With that intention in mind, Lilly shoveled another bit of pancake into her mouth, and let out her best bogus porn star moan. She rolled her eyes back, and slapped her hands onto the counter, clutching at the edges tightly, and shaking for all she was worth, until she allowed herself to slide off the chair, and onto the ground for the grand finale. There she lay panting, and limp.
Although the display had been a painfully staged overstatement for their mutual amusement, Miley couldn't help but flush and flinch at the tones Lilly had vocalized. She forced her gooey legs to carry her to the other side of the counter where the blonde still lay on the floor. "Get up, Miss Jameson," smirked the brunette, kicking at Lilly's limp foot. "Your co-star's Viagra is kicking in, and you'll be needed on the set in 10." She offered an outstretched hand.
Lilly giggled, and clasped it, pulling herself onto her feet. She reclaimed her chair, and continued to eat breakfast. "Aren't you going to have any?" she grunted around a bursting mouthful.
Miley, leaning casually against the counter, simply said, "I'm not hungry." It was true. Guilt didn't grant her much of an appetite.
Lilly shrugged. "More for me."
"Oinker."
"Well, I am the poster child for the save the whales campaign. It's my duty to live up to the stigmas and stereotypes, otherwise people would get scared. A world without labels is like a can of soup without a label… intimidating."
"Say what?"
Lilly took a deep breath, and launched into her explanation, "Well, there's this label-less can of soup in our pantry, right? Last week I came home from school starving, I mean, my stomach had been threatening to collapse since like 4th period. So I raided the kitchen, the fridge, the cupboards, even my brother's mini-fridge which was a whole world of bad news, by the way, but that's another story. Anyway there wasn't so much as a single saltine cracker in sight. Before you go calling CPS on my mother, it was grocery shopping day, alright? So, the only thing I could find was this can of soup, but I was too scared to open it. I mean, was it chicken noodle, mushroom, clam chowder, pea? You know? I'm strictly a chicken noodle type of girl. I know what you're thinking, Miley, why didn't I just open the damn thing and find out for myself? Well, my Mom and brother aren't really soup eaters, I mean, don't get me wrong, they'll have the stuff once in a while, but they've gotta be in a soup eating kind of mood. If I had opened it, and gotten any variety besides chicken noodle, it would have just gone to waste, and then I would have started thinking about all the starving children in the world, and gotten all repentant-y."
The brunette trembled with the force of her laughter, it was an all encompassing mirth, from her painted toes to the hairs on her head. "What made you so sure it was soup?"
Lilly's eyes widened. "Exactly!"
Miley caught her breath and shook her head, an ever-present smirk fixed on her lips. The blonde finished inhaling her meal, and dropped the utensils, sighing dramatically as she pushed the empty plate away, and patted her stomach. "Keep feeding me like this, and maybe, just maybe, I'll actualize your dreams and make a happy spouse out of you one day," she teased.
"I wish," muttered Miley, low enough to fall on deaf ears. She cleaned up the counter, and rinsed the dishes before popping them into the washer.
The girls spent the morning lallygagging. Miley went along with every one of Lilly's harebrained whims. That day, repenting for the previous night's sins equated to an hour of collecting washed up sand dollars, treating Lilly to a movie and a tub of popcorn bigger than Uncle Earl's paunch, degrading herself to the status of quarter dispenser girl at the arcade, and falling on her ass one too many times after Lilly proclaimed that the brunette should "totally learn how to skateboard". Two futile hours and countless scrapes into the lesson, Lilly sheepishly retracted her statement. Lilly fell asleep first, curled up on the couch during a Powerpuff Girls re-run. Miley gently untangled herself from the blonde, and retrieved a blanket from the linen closet. She snuggled up to the slumbering girl, and spread the blanket over their bodies, mumbling a hushed, "I love you," into her ear before surrendering to sleep.