Part two.
[What hurt the most is being so close
And having so much to say but watching you walk away.
"Miley isn't here." I said to Lilly as she entered the warmth house. "She is at some party. She'll be back in about three hours."
Lilly nodded and make some noise. I know that sound.
"Your mother messing up with your life again?" I said grinning.
I love her mom when it makes Lilly wanted to avoid her and then stay here…
"You can stay here…" I trailed off before she cut me: "Only if you don't mind…" she said pleading me with her voice. "Why would I?" I shrugged.
I locked the door behind her and went back to my couch. She came to sit by me.
Two places-couch. Also called loveseat.
Isn't we supposed to be cuddling on that couch...? Bad tough, Jacky.
Maybe it is the moment? To try something?
This moment happened so much time and each time, I tried to make up my mind and make a single move. Only try. But I shrugged it every time.
"So, I…hum…" I can't. She looked at me weirdly. "There is a horror movie marathon on TV. Want to watch the end with me while waiting for Miley?" I asked her full of hope.
Maybe too much. We never are prepared for rejection.
"I hate these movies. I'll just go in her room and go on her computer, I guess…" she stood up and went toward the stairs.
A disappointed smirk place itself on my face. I wish I could tell her. Why can't I try?
"Lilly, I…I thought about it and I was asking myself if…um..eh…" Stupid moron. "I could put whatever you want on TV. We don't have to watch these horror movies…"
She chuckled but still began to climb up the stairs. "No, I'll choose the room."
I want to tell her so badly.
But damn, she just chose a computer over me. Isn't it enough obvious?
I put back the TV on the horror movie and thought about it.
I would have like her to be beside me and if she would be scare I would hold her.
I shrug it off and turn off the TV. I went upstairs. Passing by Miley's room I quickly glanced at it. Lilly was on Miley's bed looking at some magazine. I softly knocked on the door.
"I am going to sleep." I told her shily. "I am going to dream about you." Was more realistic. "I don't think I have to specify to do like if you'd be at yours…" Lilly laughed.
"I am at home, Jacky. I feel more like home here then at my real house." She smiled at me and motioned for me to close the door. "Good night Jacky." She said.
Jacky? Since when does she call me "Jacky"?
