Yes, it's been a long time since this has been updated, I know. But this chapter is for a special occasion. You see, I intend to have a triple update day, in which two other stories will be updated hopefully within a few hours. The reason is simple, they will be a welcome home/ birthday present for my friend Smiley756. If you don't know of her, I suggest you make yourself well acquainted with her great stories.
Lately, my drawings have been created unconsciously. I may as well be blind when it comes to the things that spew from my mind and heart to land on that white sheet of paper. And what's worse, every time I'd snap out of my deep stupor after I completed sketching the last delicate lines with great care, my eyes would widen in utter shock and I'd have yet another piece of work to hide from the wandering eyes and curious hands of Miley Stewart. My roommate was too amazing for her own damn good if you ask me. There was not a greedy bone in the girl's body and I often asked myself if Miley was at this level of cordiality as Hannah. I had wanted to ask her, but then she'd look at me with those big blue eyes and I'd forget which way was left and only remembered the colour of the sky because of her eyes, not because of what hung above me.
I was growing uneasy with these new feelings and I wished I could tell Miley about them, but the moment I was close enough I'd always lose my nerve once I caught a whiff of her perfume mixed with the recently gained aroma of sweet pastries from all the time she spends spilling substances on herself at the bakery. It's like the smell seeped right into her skin because it lingered around the house everyday and I woke up starving, but it wasn't food I was hungry for.
Tonight was going to be very different from our usual routine consisting of lounging around eating, watching TV and putting on the pounds. Well, I was putting on the pounds. Miley's body looked as perfect and shapely as ever. She felt so soft during those moments where we'd lean against each other... or when she'd unconsciously cuddle into me while she was sleeping. Oh, right, so back to what's happening tonight. There was a carnival in town to celebrate the coming of Halloween and when Miley caught sight of the commercial on TV, she stared at me with wide, begging eyes. I, of course, promised a night out at the carnival, which would probably be packed with people. I wasn't fond of crowds, but I was fond of Miley when she was happy, so...
"Come on, Lilly! I don't wanna get there late! We'll have to stand in line for hours if you don't hurry up!" Miley whined, snatching me from my thoughts as I buttoned up my jeans.
"Shut up," I muttered lowly, not expecting her to hear me. But I jumped as hands shoved mine aside to do up the button I was fumbling with. I looked up and Miley was staring at me with a serious expression, her eyes wild and her entire persona stunning. She was so close, I could smell the perfume she only wore on special occasions, could see the light makeup she'd applied. I was so screwed.
"If you tell me to shut up again, I'll cut your tongue out," she whispered menacingly and I mentally slapped myself to clear away the images of Miley using her teeth to dismantle my tongue.
"Go for it," I dared, but Miley chuckled, the intensity lost, and she released me.
"Are you at least ready to leave now?"
"Guess."
"Shut up." She smiled and took my hand, leading me from the room and outside to my car.
I rolled my eyes as Miley dragged me to yet another gaming booth. She had hauled me to every event, every ride, everywhere! Lines were endless, as was her enthusiasm and eventually, despite the annoying cries of enjoyment around me, I started to have some fun with my housemate. Her energy and liveliness was so new to me, for I'd spent my previous days with a solemn environmentalist who considered something beneficial to nature as fun. To be absolutely honest, it seldom was. I only joined Sarah on her 'save the world' quests because I admired her passion and dedication to being a selfless human being. But Miley... God, she was a whole different species of selfless. Her acts of kindness warmed my heart right to its darkest depths and her upbeat attitude towards everything was infectious. The broken girl I first encountered on the streets was a stranger to me now.
Miley rarely had bouts of timidity nowadays and I was so grateful about that. She regained her confidence and has managed to go from a pop star, to a drifter, to an average classed worker, all in the period of one month. She was much more easy going when we were at home alone, but when we were out among a crowd of people Miley would develop a whole lot of energy and she'd chatter mindlessly with a giant grin on her face. She enjoyed outings and I was becoming less of a hermit because I really wanted to please this beautiful girl. Even if it meant dealing with smelly adults, obnoxious teenagers and screaming children.
"Hey Miley," I called, but gained no response. I stood up from the swing I had been on and went over to the play gym a few feet away, peering down at the girl laying on the small red slide. She'd insisted that we make a pit stop at a nearby park before going home from our night out at the carnival. I'm not sure why she'd requested such a thing, but I agreed anyway. I snuck beside her on the slide, leaning over her face without a word. Her eyes opened slowly and when she saw me, she let out what sounded like a strangled yelp. I then proceeded to throw myself down against the bend of the slide so I could laugh until it hurt.
"You asshole! You scared the crap out of me!" Miley cried, which only made me laugh harder. She sat up and poked me in the side of the stomach, causing my dying chuckles to become forced giggles as she tickled me ruthlessly. Her revenge had me gasping and pleading for her to stop, which she did after a continued ten seconds of attacking my tender waist. I laid there panting and once my breathing became settled, I gazed at the stars overhead and smiled as I pointed at what might have been a constellation.
"That looks like a rabbit." Miley chuckled and pointed to the left of my star bunny.
"And that looks like a fox about to eat it," she joked and I nudged her side with my elbow before gesturing to a single star hanging closely by the moon.
"See that really bright star right there? I think that one looks like... Hannah Montana." Miley didn't reply as soon as I thought she would have and I held my breath anxiously.
"If it falls, then we can be certain it's her," she whispered with such a strong tremor of forlorn in her voice that my chest received a sharp stab of sorrow so profound I nearly couldn't breathe. The ache only stopped once I encircled Miley in a hug. She buried her face feebly into my neck and we stayed there like that, quietly grieving.
"Miley... Do you ever want to...?" I started to ask, but was fearing it may still be too early to bring up the matter I'd been pondering.
"What?" She prompted.
"Do you ever want to go back to being Hannah?" Miley remained silent after that and I hoped I hadn't further upset her. I heard the static of her movement as she pulled away from me, meeting my eyes with a weak smile.
"Sometimes I do... but sometimes I'm glad to finally be away from all the hype. That lifestyle wasn't healthy for me and I was getting involved with the wrong kinds of people. I think about all I've lost, but now I think about what I've gained and though it's less than what I once had, it means more to me. I don't ever want to risk what I have now in an attempt to put my old life back together. I didn't realise how much I had missed the simple things until you let me live with you, Lilly. I could never leave you, even if you wanted me to." Miley's smile brightened and my heart stopped beating. Our eyes were locked and once more, I wasn't able to breathe. There was an insistent urge in my very bones that I didn't know how to sate. Her words hit me so deeply that taking no action would be the worst felony imaginable.
I took a moment to study the beauty of Miley's face before anything else. No matter how many times I drew her, there was always something missing. The images were incomparable to the real thing and I don't think I'd ever found a women I'd wanted to perfect in my art. Miley's all I can draw.
I wasn't sure what I was doing, but the nearer I drew, the more things made sense to me, so I continued my advance. Her smile never faltered and she closed her eyes, something my mind took as an invitation as I softly pressed my lips against Miley's.
For one second, I felt complete. For one second, I knew what it felt like to have every single question answered. For one second, I wanted nothing more in my life than for Miley to return this kiss. But I was harshly pushed away before more time could pass and Miley shot up from the slide, glowering at me with such rage that I almost regretted kissing her. Almost.
"I want to go home," she announced coldly. I watched, frozen in place, as she turned her back on me and walked slowly to the car and I scurried to my feet, tailing sluggishly behind her. I felt humiliated and was completely ashamed with myself for acting on my nameless desires. I knew what I wanted now, but it was an impossible thing to gain. Miley made that quite evident with her alarming rejection of my kiss. She climbed into the passenger's side of the car as soon as I unlocked the doors and once I was seated, I glanced at her to find nothing but an impassive expression adorning her face.
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
"So am I."
Ha, screw the carnival scene :P