Two Weeks Later. . .
I was lying on my back with my arm around her; she was situated comfortably beside me, resting her head on my chest and her left arm across my stomach. We were outside, under the big tree in my yard just enjoying each other's company. Neither of us spoke, but we didn't need to. I sighed contently at the silence and she snuggled closer to me in response. I love moments like this.
"Pumpkin?" she said absent-mindedly, making her fingers dance on my stomach. I smiled and moved my head so I could look at her a little better.
"Yes, Beautiful?" I asked. I felt her trace a faint figure eight over my skin.
"I was just thinking. . ."
"About what?" I replied. She grew silent. She was hesitating again. How long have we been together now? I sighed and added, "You know you can tell me anything. What's on your mind?" She paused in her actions and rested her full palm on my person. She sat up for a minute before looking down at me. She swung her left leg over my hip, now straddling my waist, and put her hands on her knees.
"C-Can we talk?" she requested, sweeping a few stray hairs behind her right ear. I used my elbows to prop myself up a little.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked. She smiled at me fondly and leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead. I love it when she does that because her hair brushes my face. . . it always smells like coconut. She pulled back and took her previous position.
"Have you ever thought about the future? Our future?" she asked innocently, fumbling with her fingers. I chuckled lightly and grinned at her, but she looked down at her hands and missed it.
"Yeah, I have." I confessed. "I think about you and me and graduation day and which colleges we're going to and our parents and where we're gonna be in two years. . . five years. . .sometimes even ten. . ." I trailed off. "But that's a long way away." I worked my way into an upright position and she sat beside me. My love slipped her fingers in between mine and I sighed inwardly. She told me she feels sparks every time we touch. She kissed my ear and chuckled low, making me shiver.
"Wanna know where I see us in ten years?" she whispered carefully, as if it were her best-kept secret. She laid her head on my shoulder and continued. "I see you and me in a little house in the countryside with tons of acres around us." She put a little pressure on my hand. "We have a farm full of cows and horses and-"
"Goats?" I cut in. She loves goats. I felt her smile as she chuckled at me.
"Yes, Pumpkin." she cooed. "My goats, too. And I'm running my mom's old restaurant while you're teachin' art at that elementary school up the road."
"What can I say? I like kids." I murmured. She nodded lightly and sighed a dazed "I know" before lifting her head. She captured my lips with her own and I felt the corner of her lips curl into a smile. I kissed back, but she pulled away abruptly.
"We're gonna be fine." she said. She went in for another quick kiss. "Our future's gonna be picture perfect." She kissed me again, but this time, I was the one who pulled back first.
"W-What about a family?" I asked weakly. "A-A baby." She didn't seem opposed to what i said, but she didn't look ecstatic about it either. We've talked about kids before. . . didn't really turn out good.
"A what?" she murmured to herself, pulling back farther. "A b-baby?" I felt her grip weaken on my hand.
"Yeah." I said cautiously. "A-A baby girl with your nose and my eyes and the cutest little laugh. . ." I squeezed her hand lightly and grinned at her. "Just like her Mama's." She sent a coy grin my way and squeezed my hand back.
"I love you, Mikayla." she said, kissing my cheek. I smiled and giggled.
"I love you too, Mi-"
Thunder crashed above me and made me shoot up in bed. I heard my heart pounding in my ears before I could hear the rain slamming against the roof and window. It was storming. It had been raining cats and dogs for the past week.
"Man." I groaned, running my hand through my hair. I let out a sigh and screwed my eyes shut. It was a dream.
"A dream about her. . ." I murmured. Again. I've been having a lot of 'em lately. Ever since Harper and Miley have gotten closer, we hang out more often. I don't know why, but it just triggers these memories of me and. . .*sigh* the girl who won't be named. . .
"Well, I won't be able to sleep now." I acknowledged. I laid on my back and proped my head up with my right arm, resting my left arm over my stomach. "I can't stop thinking about her. . ." I half-growled, half sighed at myself. "How can Miley make me feel like this? Just like. . . just like she used to. . ." I sat up and slid my feet to the floor. "At least it's the weekend; I won't see her for a while." I stood and shuffled to my door. I turned the doorknob and opened the door. My hand and jaw dropped at the person in front of me.
"Umm, hi Mikayla." Miley greeted me softly. She was wearing a red t-shirt and black sweatpants, and oddly, soaking wet from head to toe.
"Miley?" I said stupidly. "What are you doing-"
"At your house?"
"No, soaking wet." I answered. A couple weeks ago, I would have snapped at her and grilled her about what she was doing at my house so late (in the middle of a storm), but all I can think about now is getting her warm and taking care of her. Oh damn, I wanna hit myself for that. Look what this girl is doing to me. . .
"Oh, our lights went out because of the storm." Miley started. "And your dad told my dad we could stay over until they fix 'em in the morning. Your mom pointed me up to your room. . ." She gave me the most innocent and apologetic look I've ever seen. "I'm sorry if I woke you." Awww! Dang it, why is she so adorable?
"Don't worry about it." I said softly, careful not to let my inner feelings show. "I couldn't sleep anyway." I took her hand and pulled her inside. "Come here, we have to get you out of those."
"But I don't have anything else to wear!" Miley complained.
"Well, are you gonna sleep in those?" I quipped.
"No, but-"
"You can borrow some of my clothes." Miley was hesitant to accept my offer.
". . . are you sure?" she asked timidly.
"Yeah, why not?" I went over to my drawer and pulled out a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. I held them up to her. "These okay?" Miley nodded and took them from me.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom to shower or anything?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm fine actually." Miley replied. "I just need a towel to dry my hair a little. I can go back to my house in the morning to re-do it." I gave her a nod, turning toward my bathroom door.
"Well, you get dressed and I'll get you a towel." I said. "Back in a sec." I left her alone and entered my bathroom. I closed the door and leaned against it. Something hit me for the first time.
She's in my house. The girl I can't stop thinking about is in my house. . . and she's in my bedroom at that.
"Relax, Mikayla." I scolded myself, kneeling down and getting a purple towel from the cabinet below my sink. "She's just your neighbor. Just a girl." While I was still on my knees, I reached up and turned the doorknob, making the door open just a crack. I caught sight of my shirt on the floor and got a glimpse of her leg kicking off her wet sweatpants. My eyes trailed up her legs as her full body came into view. They were tan and a lot longer than I thought they were. My gaze traveled further up and I noticed she was wearing a pair of white boyshorts that said "Angel" on the back in bold red print. She turned to the front and I saw her flat, toned stomach peek out from under her red shirt. Miley slipped off the wet garment and I watched it as it scaled up her body. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't turn away right now. . . it feels like I'm hypnotized or something. I froze in place as the t-shirt hit floor, revealing Miley's white bra, and ultmately the body of a goddess.
"Damn." I whispered breathlessly, mesmerized for the longest time. Something went off in my head and I shut the door before I saw anything else. I put my back against the door again. I could feel my heart pounding and my chest heaving up and down.
"Damn." I repeated. How did she do that? One second I was totally neutral on her staying with me, and one glimpse later I'm struggling to get my breathing and my thoughts under control. . .
"Hey, Mikayla?" Miley called from the other side. I struggled to find my voice.
". . . yes, Miley?"
"Did you find that towel?" she asked. She added in a low whine, "I'm gonna get your bed wet." A million dirty thoughts popped into my head and the image of an underwear-clad Miley appeared again. Dang, I'm a perv.
"I got it, hold on." I said, getting to my feet. I looked down at the forgotten purple towel and scooped it into my hand. I opened the door to find a fully-clad brunette sitting on my bed. Thank goodness.
"Here you go." I murmured, tossing the cloth object to her. She dried her hair shortly after and tossed it in my hamper.
"We should get some sleep." I suggested. Miley nodded and yawned in response.
"Yeah, I'm tired." she said.
"You're sleeping in my bed." I told her. "I'm gonna go downstairs, okay?" Miley frowned and shook her head.
"But it's your room. I don't wanna put you out." she protested.
"I don't have another bed, though."
"Well. . . you could stay in here with me?" she offered. "I mean, your bed is big enough, and I don't take up that much room-" She looked away shyly. "And I don't really like sleeping by myself, anyway."
"Miley. . ." I mused. I thought about it for a minute; my guest gave me a puppy-dog pout for all 60 seconds. "Alright." Miley gave me a tired grin and fell back on my bed.
"Come here, then." she beckoned, situating herself under the bed sheets. I crawled in, feeling my heartbeat speed up as I settled in beside her.
"Goodnight, Mikayla." she said softly, smiling with her eyes.
"Night, Miley." I said back. She blinked once and turned away from me. I thought there would be silence, like there is when I sleep, but I heard the sound of her breathing and my heart beating.
"Mikayla?" she whispered after a while.
"Hmm?"
". . . thank you." I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"No problem." I said. She sighed contently and squeezed back. I felt warm inside being next to her. I can't explain it, but it feels good.
Maybe I can finally get some sleep now.
.oOo.
I woke up to a gentle sunrise with a bluebird's song humming in my ears, something I haven't done in ages. I may be a country girl, but I sleep like a city girl. Speaking of city girls, Miley was still in my bed. It took me a moment to wake up and realize the position we were in. Miley was still sleeping, looking really cozy nestled into my side. Her legs and my legs were twined, partially covered by the sheets. Her arm was around my neck and she was laying on her other one. My left arm was holding her body close to mine, snaking under her, and my right hand was on her butt. What did I miss last night? I blushed and moved my hand away, making Miley stir. She snuggled into me more and I tightened my grip on her protectively. This made the brunette moan softly against my skin, and made me blush even more. I felt the need to be gentle with her, and it wasn't just because she was sleeping. I couldn't explain why, but I didn't want to move. That warm feeling inside me returned as I relaxed in this new embrace with Miley. It was nice. Really, really nice. I closed my eyes and released a content sigh, trying to fall asleep again.
"Girls?" came Mom's faint voice. She must have been downstairs. "Girls, are you up?" There was a pause. "Hey Miley, would ya wake Mikayla up for me, please?" Suprisingly, I'm awake; Miley's the one sleeping.
"Hey, Mikayla? Miley?" Justin called from just outside my door.
"What do you want?" I groaned, trying my best not to disturb the beauty lying against me. Miley moved a little and I added softly, "Me and Miley are trying to sleep." I heard the doorknob turning and the squeak of my door opening. My eyes popped open a little wider.
He's coming in.
Oh crap, he can't see me and Miley so close like this! I untangled myself from Miley's body immediately, pushing myself off of the bed and onto my feet. Justin peeked in and glanced around my room, looking confused.
"You're. . . up?" he asked me, bewildered.
"Nah, I'm just sleep-talking with my eyes open." I replied sarcastically. "Yes, I'm awake you Dip-stick."
"But. . . you do know the sun's up, right? It just. Came. Up."
"That's why it's called a sunrise, Smartypants." I murmured. I crossed my arms. "What do you want, anyway? I heard mom calling for me and Miley to come down."
"Max wanted me to ask if he could ride with you and Holly today when he gets back." Justin said, pushing the door open wider. He was still dressed in his pajamas, too. "He went with Dad and Mr. Stewart into town to the hardware store. . ." We shared a sympathetic look. I swear, men break a million more things than they fix, and my father is no exception.
"Sure, he can come if he wants." I shrugged. Once a week, I take Holly through an old moutain trail away from home. It was a foot path a long time ago, but no one ever uses it now. I found it when I was 13, but little Max followed me one day and it was bye bye secret. Suprisingly, no one uses it, it's just me and Holly. I've never shown it to anyone before (except for Max, but that wasn't on purpose) and I didn't want the kid to get lost somewhere, so I kinda had to show him around.
"'Kay, I'll tell him." Justin nodded, retreating from the doorway. He reached out and grabbed thedoorknob. "And Mick?"
"Hmm?" Justin shot me a smirk, something he rarely does unless he knows he's got something on me.
"Make sure you tell her good morning." he said. Huh?
"What are you talking about, Dip-wad?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. Justin began to close the door, still smirking as he did so.
"I heard you two moving around last night. . . a lot." he told me. My jaw would've dropped through to the first floor if it wasn't attatched to my head. What? We might have moved around a little bit, but he actually thought we-
"Crawl back into bed and wake up beside her." Justin continued. "Make sure you're the first thing she sees and tell her good morning." He ducked out and shut the door before I could yell at him.
"That boy's an idiot." I muttered to myself. I heard the bed move and looked back at Miley. She was still sleeping.
She looks awful lonely over there by herself. . .
I sighed and shuffled back into bed, amazed at the power this girl has over me, even when she doesn't say a word. I still don't know how she does that! I had to go back to her. When I laid down, I looked at her for a while, just watching her breathe. That could sound weird if you take it the wrong way, but I was mesmerized my her every tiny momement, from the twitch of her nose to the rise and fall of her chest.
Damn, I got it bad for this girl.
Miley rolled into me as I was zoning out and began to stir once again. She was waking up this time. I pulled back a little and her eyes fluttered open. She offered me a half-concious smile and locked her eyes with mine. I held her gaze and three soft words escaped my lips before I could stop them:
"Good morning, Beautiful."
There's chpt 5, you guys! :) Hope you liked it. Sorry for such a long wait, but I've been kinda busy. What will Miley say now? Will Mikayla FINALLY stop being so dang difficult? What awaits the girls in the future? A spat? An adventure? A Mikiley kiss? Possibly all three? Wait and see. ;) Review, plz!