AN: Miley is 17 in this story, Lilly is 24, and she has a two year old daughter. This is a Liley story. If any of this offends you, please stop reading now. Rated M for safety.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or its characters.
Chapter 2
Standing behind her desk, Lilly was writing the terms for her class on the blackboard. Next Monday the students would have a pop quiz. So far, the following was written:
Content: The expression, essential meaning, significance, or aesthetic value of a work of art.
Expression: 1. The manifestation trough artistic form of thought, emotion, or quality of meaning. 2. In art, expression is synonymous with the term content.
Form: The organization or inventive arrangement of all the visual elements according to the principles that will develop unity in the art work.
Unity: The result of bringing the elements of art into the appropriate ratio between harmony and variety to achieve a sense of oneness.
Harmony: The quality of relating the visual elements of a composition. Harmony is achieved by the repetition of characteristics that are the same or similar. These cohesive factors create pleasing interaction.
Volume: A measurable area defined or occupied space.
She continued with some more terms and a few key points along with a few diagrams on the board.
The bell rang and the students started to pile in.
"Good morning Ms. Truscott," the students said as they came in and took their seats.
"Good morning class. Okay, before you eat, I would like you to first write these terms and key points in a notebook," she said, pointing to the board. "I will be giving you a sheet of paper so you can draw these two diagrams. Please draw the name pointed at where I indicated. Which, by the way, I should have asked you to bring one notebook specifically for this class, so please get one by next class."
They all nodded and did as told. Once done, Lilly let them get up and eat. She had brought croissants this time, along with some apple juice. While they ate, Lilly proceeded to tell them what else they would do today.
"In your syllabus, you see that today we will draw something asymmetrical. That means it does not have a beginning or end, or at least you can't really pin point where the drawing starts or ends. Later, on Friday, we will give it color. I also want it to be made using lines, squares, triangles, circles and rectangles. Any questions? If you have a question while you're doing your work, please don't hesitate to ask."
Mikayla raised her hand.
"Yes Mikayla?"
"Um, what exactly are we doing?"
"Well, in simple terms, you just draw using lines, squares, triangles, circles and rectangles whatever you wish it does not have to have a definite height, length, beginning or end. However, it must cover all of the paper, one way or another, but the shapes don't have to be the same height or length. Does that answer your question?"
"Yeah, I think so," Mikayla answered, still unsure.
"Don't worry, it will be fine. Now come with me to the back of the room so I can give you materials to use."
"Mik, no worries. If anything, I can help you," Miley offered.
"Yeah, but you never have problems with art. After all, you have won the art contest three years in a row."
"Really Miley?" Lilly asked, surprised with this new bit of information.
Miley blushed a little. "Yes, although, Sarah also won two years in a row," she responded, indicating the other girl.
"But Miles, you are way better than me," Sarah said.
"Well, I do love art," Miley answered, still a little bit embarrassed.
"Good. Well, enough chit chat. Here are the sheets of paper for you guys to use. There are pencils and erasers at the other table over there, where the brushes and spatulas are."
Once everyone was working, Lilly walked around to each table, checking how they were all doing. After a while, Lilly told those who had finished the drawing that they could proceed to color with colored pencils. She went to the cabinet where the colored pencils were and gave each student a box.
When the bell rang, ending the period, they all put their work in a cubby and returned the materials where they belonged. Lilly stopped Miley, asking her to stay back for a second.
"I know this might be out of the blue, but, by any chance have you ever heard of the LA Arts Scholarship Competition?"
"No."
"Well, it is a competition where high school students enter three of their best works of art in the hopes of winning a college scholarship. 1st is a full scholarship, 2nd half, 3rd $25,000, and 4th $15,000."
"Wow, that sounds awesome," Miley said.
"If you want, I can help you choose from your previous works, as well as some of the ones we'll do in this class, so you can enter. I will also gladly help you with the application, if that is alright with you and your family."
"Alright? It's more than alright," Miley said enthusiastically. "My dad does not plan on paying too much for college. That is part of the reason why I try so hard to get good grades, to get help to pay for college."
"We can talk more about this at lunch, if that's alright. But you should come 15 minutes after that bell, because I have to go check on Molly, my daughter, first. She is in the Day Care next door."
"Okay, well, see you then. Thanks Ms. Truscott."
"Bye. Have a nice day," Lilly called after her as the rest of the next class came into her class room.
Soon it was Lilly's free period, which happened to be fifth period. As she was leaving the teachers' lounge with coffee in hand, someone bumped into her, making her coffee spill on her white sleeveless shirt and mint green long skirt. When she looked at who had collided with her, she saw that it was Miley. The younger girl had fallen backwards, landing on her butt.
"Miley, are you ok? Why are you in such a hurry?"
When Miley looked up, she had a tear stained face.
"Oh Miley. What happened, honey?" Lilly asked, scrunching down and placing her left hand on top of Miley's right shoulder.
"Jake…Mik…kissing," Miley tried to say between sobs. When she looked at Lilly, she saw the coffee stain.
"Oh, I am so sorry Ms. Truscott. Let me help you clean up. Did it burn you?" She asked, concerned. She got up and Lilly did the same. She helped the young girl pick up some of her books that had fallen out of her grasp.
"Not much, it wasn't that hot."
Miley grabbed Lilly's hand and dragged her to the girls' bathroom. Miley took some paper towels and drenched them with water and soap. She started to dab at Lilly's shirt. Lilly held her breath a little at Miley's close proximity.
"I am so sorry," Miley said, her breath tickling Lilly a little. Lilly decided to stop Miley, placing her hand on the other girl's hand.
"It's ok Miley. Besides, there is no point for you to try and clean the stain out with soap and water, though it might help a smidge. I don't think this," pointing at her outfit, "is the big problem. Now would you mind telling me what got you so upset that you ran me over," she asked with a little smile.
"Oh Ms. Truscott, I just saw Mikayla and Jake kissing in one of the back rooms. I mean really making out!"
"I am so sorry, Miley," Lilly replied frowning, sad for the other girl.
"I just don't get it. I mean, Mikayla and I have been best friends since we were three years old. Why would she do this to me?!"
"Calm down, Miley." Lilly tried to sooth the girl, rubbing her back in a circular motion.
Miley balled her fist, her body shaking from crying and being so angry.
"I was going to do it with him, like really be with him, next week, since it's his birthday and his parents were going to be out. I mean I was really going to give myself to him, and this is what he does in return!"
"Well Miley, look at it in a positive way. Be thankful that you found out the truth before you did give yourself to him completely. Trust me, it would have been worse if you found out after you did so."
Miley nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. It was a light blue button down shirt, and underneath she had on a pink shirt, with the button down shirt open.
"Now, would you like some hot cocoa? There is some in the teachers' lounge. We can go in there and I can make you one. It might help you relax. I'll also write you a note for your next class."
"Thanks." Miley smiled and hugged the teacher, being appreciative of what she had done. Lilly hugged her back, but not too much, being careful since they were on school grounds. Anyone could walk in at any given moment.
Once they let go of each other, they went to the teachers' lounge and Lilly made Miley a cup of hot cocoa. She also gave her some chocolate chip cookies that she'd brought from home.
"Mmm. These cookies taste really good, and they're crispy, too."
"Why thank you, I made them myself. Molly loves them, she also likes the batter."
"I can see why, they're delicious. Thanks again for what you did back there. And for giving me some of these cookies and making me hot cocoa."
"No problem, Miley. If you ever need to talk, my door is always open. Let me write you that note so you won't get in trouble, and then I'll let you go. I have to do some stuff before I come back for six period."
"That's okay, I'll just tell the teacher I was in the bathroom."
"You sure? You'll be…" Lilly looked at the clock, "fifteen minutes late."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Miley said as she got up and headed outside.
"Well, if you're sure. See you later, Miley," Lilly said as she, too, headed out, going in the other direction.
"Thanks again," Miley said, continuing to where she was going before she collided with Lilly.
"No problem," Lilly said as she kept on walking. Boy that was close. Thank goodness no one saw us in the bathroom together. Not that we were together, together, but still. Someone could see something, even if it's not there, and get us both in trouble, especially me.
Lilly shook that thought out of her head. Exiting through the main doors, she went towards the Day Care to go see how Molly was doing. She still had not gotten a cell phone, which would make it easier to check up on her daughter while working. But on the other hand, she always loved seeing her daughter, so maybe it was for the best.
AN: Hope you're still enjoying the story. If I'm off work again tomorrow, I will try to get the next chapter done. Thanks for reading. Review if you feel like it.