As the ferris wheel slowly wheeled its way back to the ground, Miley didn't want the ride to ever end. Partly because she was alone with Lilly, and partly because she knew they had to deal with David once they stepped foot back on the ground.

The girls stayed close together, until their carriage was the next to be let out. Each of their actions seemed reluctant as they scooted away and prepared to face the world again. When the doors opened, Miley stood, glancing back at Lilly one last time, trying to let her know everything was going to be okay. Lilly still looked nervous.

As Miley exited the ride, with Lilly close behind her, she immediately saw David and Oliver right where they had left them. The two boys still looked confused.

Miley cleared her throat as she approached them, trying not to even look in David's direction for fear she would become too hostile. "That was fun. So, are we ready to head back? I'm tired from walking around all day."

Oliver blinked, and David seemed nervous, or at least unsettled.

After looking from the completely fed up Miley, to the emotionally fragile Lilly, Oliver nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm all set. I don't think there's much left to do here, we might as well head back to Lilly's. Maybe we can just chill for a bit before calling it a night."

Oliver turned with raised eyebrows to David.

"Sound good, Dave?"

David answered with no hesitation. "Yeah I'm ready to leave." He looked at Miley with a heated glance. Miley returned it with a stoic glare of her own.

Without another word, the four of them started walking back to the car in an uncomfortable silence. Oliver seemed eager to know what the heck had happened, but he wisely chose not to push for answers.

After what had seemed like hours of walking, they arrived at the parking lot. With a click of his car keys, Oliver unlocked the doors and everyone got in. He started the car when they had all fastened their seatbelts and began backing out of the parking space. Not a word was spoken until they had gotten onto the main road.

"So, did everyone have a good time today?" Oliver's voice sounded doubtful, but he attempted to keep the situation as smooth as possible.

There was a silence, and no one seemed to want to answer.

After the building silence began to feel more awkward, Miley was surprised to hear Lilly speak up. "It was fun, but I think we tried taking on too much today. I'm pretty exhausted."

"Yeah, I feel ya on that one." Oliver agreed. He glanced over at David. "So David, you're leaving tomorrow?"

David answered flatly. "Yeah. My flight's at 3:15. I should get to the airport by 2:00." He was obviously not in a good mood.

"Oh, cool. You don't have to worry about getting up too early, at least." Oliver stared ahead at the road as he spoke. "Is there anything you can think of that you didn't get to do while you were here?"

Miley saw David look at Lilly in the rear view mirror. She crossed her arms to stop herself from kicking the back of his seat.

"Not too much. You guys sure kept me busy." He sounded disgruntled at first, but then a faint smile crossed his lips. "I got a good idea how to wrap up my last night here, though."

Miley glared at the back of David's direction. She did not like where he was going in his head.

"Yeah? What's your idea?" Oliver glanced in the mirror back at Miley. He could feel her animosity radiating from back seat without even having to look at her.

David grinned, and there was something behind his smile that made Miley sure she would have to be on her toes to make sure he didn't accomplish whatever it was he was grinning about.

"You'll all have to wait and see once we get back. Don't worry it'll be a blast!" He was obviously in a better mood suddenly, and it worried everyone else in the car. No one knew how to respond. The rest of the ride was silent. Miley saw that David's grin didn't fade. She could tell he was plotting something in his mind. It made her skin crawl.

Lilly reached over and shyly tugged on Miley's sleeve. Miley blinked in surprise and turned to look at Lilly. She realized how frightened Lilly looked, and frowned. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to let a tear escape and gently grasped Lilly's fingers in her own. She stroked the top of Lilly's hand lovingly with her thumb and prayed that everything would be alright.

As Oliver pulled into the driveway, David almost didn't wait until the car was off to unbuckle his seatbelt and open the door. By the time everyone else had exited the car, he was already eagerly standing closest to the door.

"What are we waiting for? You guys ready for some fun?" He was still grinning from ear to ear, nearly bouncing up and down where he stood.

Oliver and Miley exchanged worried glances, and Oliver finally shrugged. They both looked back at Lilly who seemed most anxious about entering her own house. She sighed and nodded to them both, and they started to make their way inside.

David briskly rushed in through the door as soon as Lilly had unlocked it. He disappeared into the kitchen before the others had stepped inside.

"Miley," Oliver lowered his voice so that David wouldn't hear, "Should I be worried? You think he's up to no good?"

Miley gave Oliver an obvious "Duh!" look. "What do you think?"

Oliver sighed and looked from Miley to Lilly. Lilly looked anxious, and Miley, strained.

"It'll be fine. I dont think he ever means any harm, we just gotta keep an eye out, right?" He did his best to continued to remain positive.

"Yeah," Miley sighed, sounding unconvinced. "I will be so glad when we don't have to deal with this shit anymore."

Miley paused and looked at Lilly. Lilly didn't seem to know how to speak at the moment. Or at least she didn't have anything to say. Miley could read her face, and didn't need to hear words to understand how terrified she was. She found herself stepping closer towards Lilly and wrapping her arms around her to pull her into a hug.

Lilly returned the hug and tried no to tremble, but Miley could feel her shaking, holding back her emotions. Oliver watched with a solemn look on his face, not knowing how to help.

The hug lasted until Lilly felt a large wet tear roll down her cheek and pulled away, sniffling. She looked up at Miley and wiped the tear away as she took a trembling inhale. Miley smiled sadly and squeezed Lilly's hand.

"Everything is going to be okay." She wished she could believe her own words.

Just then, David returned, holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand. He was still smiling. "Shots, anyone?"

There was a shocked silence as they all stared at him, then Oliver cleared his throat. "Where'd the heck did you get that? Do they let you fly with alcohol in your carry-on these days?"

David shook his head. "Naw, it's from the house. I spotted it in the cabinet yesterday. There's more than enough in here to give us all a good buzz and not make it obvious that we had some. What do you think? You guys down? It'll be fun! Give us a good chance to unwind."

Another brief silence passed. Miley stood with her arms crossed. The words Lilly had said when she told Miley about her visit to her fathers, when David had sex with her, rang in her head. "He brought out some alcohol...and...I don't know, it was weird. He started acting funny and grabbing me and stuff."

Oliver turned and looked at Miley and Lilly. Neither of them knew what to do. Miley seemed unable to find any words, and Lilly was completely speechless as well.

"Um," Oliver shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. As long as nothing gets too crazy."

David smiled and slapped Oliver on the back with his free hand. "That's the spirit! Come on, help me find some shot glasses. We'll need one for each of us. Why don't you girls get comfortable in the living room?"

Miley could do nothing else but nod. Oliver followed David into the kitchen, giving the girls a semi-reassuring glance as he left.

Miley sighed, and turned to Lilly, taking her by the hand. "It'll all be okay. I promise." Her own words sounded empty to her, but Lilly nodded and Miley led her into the living room, still grasping her hand.

They sat down on the couch, and Lilly made sure to sit as close Miley as she could. Miley gave Lilly's arm a squeeze and turned to briefly kiss Lilly's forehead in attempts to comfort her. They waited, unable to think of what to say. Instead they relied on the comfort the other gave them and prepared themselves.

"Alright!" David's voice boomed as he entered the room, still clutching the bottle in his hand. Oliver followed behind him holding four shot glasses, and looking a little out of his element. "Let's get started!"

David waited until Oliver set the glasses down on the table in a row before he unscrewed the cap. A strong musky smell drifted from the bottle as he filled each shot glass up to the top.

Miley inhaled deeply, feeling her own dread rising. She tried exhaling as quietly as she could and stared at the whiskey filled glasses in front of her.

"Here you are, ladies!" She felt Lilly flinch beside her when David lifted a glass in each hand and offered it to the two of them. Sighing, Miley took it, and Lilly reluctantly did the same.

With that, David handed a shot to Oliver, and then picked up the last remaining glass for himself. He was still grinning as he raised his glass. "Okay! Here's to all of you showing me such a great time! Cheers!"

"Cheers." A much less enthusiastic chorus responded. They lifted their glasses to clink them together. Drops of whiskey spilled over the rims of the glass.

David was the first to immediately down his shot like it was nothing. Miley stopped herself from sighing. In her head she said, "Fuck it." And downed her shot as well, leaving Lilly and Oliver holding their shots awkwardly. The whiskey burned her throat with a tingling sensation, and she tried not make a sour face.

After exchanging nervous glances, Oliver and Lilly did the same.

"Woo!" David shouted, startling everyone. "That's more like it!"

Both Oliver and he were still standing across from the girls seated on the couch. David filled the shot glasses again while everyone was still figuring out how they felt. When he was done, he grabbed his own and walked around the table to sit down on the couch next to Lilly. Lilly practically jumped out of her skin, and Miley eyed him cautiously. Oliver took a seat in the la-z-boy chair next to the fully occupied couch.

"Ahhh," David slouched into the couch and kicked off his shoes with his feet. "That's more like it. Nothing like some booze to take the edge off of things." He turned his head and glanced at Lilly. Miley could see the gears in his head start turning from the expression on his face. She had mere seconds to distract him.

"Cheers!" Miley lifted her shot up into the air, surprising Lilly and Oliver who looked at her in disbelief.

David grinned and clinked his shot to hers. "There you go! That's how to do it!"

They both threw back another shot. Miley didn't know if it was the anxiety or the alcohol that was causing her heart to beat so fast. Her body was already feeling warm and fuzzy and her head was more than a little clouded. She set her empty shot glass down on the table and looked up to notice that Lilly and Oliver had finished their 2nd shots as well.

Miley's eyes rested on Lilly and she bit down on her lower lip as a tidal wave of emotion toward her friend swept through her. Her eyes drifted to David, who sat next to Lilly. His hand was subtlely caressing Lilly's thigh. Miley was about to explode into a rage, but before she could, David sat up to grab the bottle of whiskey and refilled all the glasses. As he was doing this, Miley tried to get Lilly to look at her without drawing attention to herself. Lilly seemed too overwhelmed to even lift her gaze from in front of her.

As David finished pouring, he held up the bottle and frowned. "That's as much as we should take from this bottle. Any more and it'd look suspicious. Too bad, we were just getting started." He picked up his shot and downed it.

Oliver spoke after taking David's lead and grabbing his shot too. He was obviously feeling pretty good. "I got a buddy within walking distance who might be willing to pick us up something small."

"Yeah?" David raised his eyebrows. "That'd be cool. Just a little something to get us the rest of the way. Want me to go with you?"

"Sure" Oliver shrugged with a goofy smile. "It's just a 10 minutes walk up the road."

David bent down to put on his shoes. While doing so, Oliver finished his shot and started making sure he had everything he needed. Both boys stood up, ready to leave.

"We'll be right back ladies!" David winked, mostly at Lilly. "Don't have too much fun while we're gone!"

With that the boys walked to the door and exited the house, leaving the two girls on the couch with their untouched shots in front of them. Neither Miley or Lilly moved until they could no longer hear the drunken laughter coming from outside.

Finally, Lilly sighed, and picked up the shot from the table. She stared at it in her hands.

"We don't have to drink it." Miley assured her, watching Lilly closely. "We could just pour it out in the sink. They wouldn't even know."

Lilly shook her head. "I don't think it makes a difference at this point. Her voice had a defeated tone to it.

Miley watched as Lilly took the shot and set it down on the table. Sighing, she did the same, and almost simultaneously, they sank back into the couch.

A silence filled the air, with the exception of the ticking clock in the kitchen. Miley frowned and grasped Lilly's hand in hers. The two were both leaning into the other, nearly in each others arms. They just sort of fell together that way.

"Are you doing okay?" Miley asked nervously, unable to take her eyes off of their intertwined hands.

Lilly hesitated, seeming to have difficulty answering. "I guess. I think so. I don't know."

Miley frowned. "Home stretch. After tonight, he's gone and we wont have to worry." Miley lifted Lilly's hand in hers and kissed it gently. At the exact moment her lips touched Lilly's skin, they both looked to the other, as if a surge of something had jolted through them at the same time.

Lilly cleared her throat and scooted closer to Miley. Miley moved her arms so that she could wrap them around Lilly and pull her close, so that her back was resting on Miley's stomach. Lilly rested her hands over Miley's, which held her tightly.

Both girls felt like they had butterflies in their stomachs. Miley took a deep breath and tried to relax. She kissed the top of Lilly's hair and then rested her cheek on Lilly's head.

"I won't let him hurt you. I promise." The words just seemed to flow out of Miley's mouth. She couldn't quite interpret the emotion she heard waver in her voice.

Lilly sighed, and neither of them moved for a few moments. Then, in one fluid motion, Lilly sat up slightly to turn around and repositioned herself so that she was laying in Miley's arms, with her head resting on Miley's chest.

Miley swallowed anxiously as she stroked Lilly's hair with her hands. She could feel Lilly's exhaling breath on her skin. Slowly, Lilly lifted her head, and the two gazed into each others eyes, both trying to read the others thoughts.

"Lilly..." Miley spoke slowly, biting down on her lip. She was unable to finish her thought. She couldn't stop herself. Something in Lilly's eyes was enticing her.

Leaning forward after a brief hesitation, Miley lifted Lilly's chin ever so slightly with her hand. When Lilly didn't show any intention of pulling away, Miley took her chance and caught Lilly by the lips with her own.

Softly and tenderly, their lips pressed together. Then, after a brief separation, in which both their minds were racing, they pressed their lips together again. This time the kiss was deeper and more heated, as each girl seemed to lose themselves in the passion and warmth of the other.

Miley could taste the whiskey on Lilly's breath. It reminded her that they had been drinking, which had completely escaped her mind at that moment. She found it hard to think of anything else besides kissing Lilly.

As Miley sat up more excitedly, Lilly rose with her. It was only when they were both in the upright position, that their lips finally parted and they gazed back into each others eyes, both out of breath. A tear rolled down Lilly's cheek, and Miley saw it.

"Lilly..." Miley's voice sounded on the verge of tears as well as she wiped the tear away. "What's wrong?" A sudden fear lurched through Miley's mind. Was she putting Lilly in the same situation David had?

Wrapping her arms around Lilly and pulling her close, Miley cursed at herself silently in her head. Lilly inhaled sharply and exhaled into Miley's arms and grasped onto her tightly.

"I'm sorry," Nothing Miley did would make the guilt in her voice subside. "I'm so sorry, Lil. I shouldn't have done that."

Lilly shook her head but was still unable to manage speech. Finally, after swallowing down her tears she lifted her head to kiss Miley again. After pulling away she was able to speak.

"Don't be sorry." There was a faint smile painted on her lips. "It's different, when it's with you. I'm happy."

Miley had to use every ounce of will power she had not to burst into tears. She smiled shyly and hugged Lilly close. "You mean... you want to do things like this with me? You don't have to. I would never force you. I mean, when we were on the ferris wheel, I didn't mean to- "

Lilly saw that Miley was flustered and starting to ramble. She shook her head again and closed her eyes as she exhaled and buried her face into Miley's arms. "I want to. If it's with you. Just you. No one else."

Now Miley was crying, holding Lilly in her arms. She gave up trying to hold back her tears.

Lilly hesitated before saying one last thing. She almost looked sad and scared before she said it. "I love you, Miles."

Miley was overcome with emotion. She didn't know if she had ever smiled or cried like she was now in her entire life. She opened her mouth to say those words back to Lilly, but before she was able to make a single noise, they heard the front door burst open and heard Oliver and David drunkenly laughing as the door shut behind them. They boys had returned.

"Heyyy!" David enter the room with Oliver behind him, just as Miley and Lilly had instinctively separated. Miley was still wiping tears from her eyes as she looked to the boys. David was triumphantly holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and pointing to it with the other. "Check it out! We're in for some fun now!"

Neither of the boys noticed the strange atmosphere in the room as they walked in and sat down in their places. Lilly folded her arms and crossed her legs defensively as David plopped down on the couch next to her. His sense of boundaries seemed to be lost due to the whiskey earlier, and going on a walk with Oliver seemed to inhibit his respect for the comfort of others even further. Almost immediately he blatantly placed his hand on Lilly's thigh and began to rub up and down her leg.

After glancing over at Oliver to find him already near sleep, his eyes closed, with a goofy smile on his face, Miley cleared her throat. Her eyes stabbed David's hand with a glare. "So are we opening up that bottle, or what?"

David stood up suddenly, as if he had forgotten about the tequila entirely. "Yeah! Definitely!" He fumbled for the shot glasses and after lining them up in a row, he began to unscrew the cap from the bottle. As he poured, he glanced over at Oliver. "Someone might need to give this guy a jolt to keep him up."

"Ollie's always been a lightweight. I'm surprised he made it this far. Usually he's passed out by the first shot." Miley glanced over at Lilly who still hadn't moved from her guarded position. Lilly was biting down on her bottom lip and staring at her feet, looking as if she was trying not to look upset. "Just leave him be for now, he'll usually wake up after a half hour and be ready for more."

David shrugged as he finished pouring tequila into the third shot glass. "If you say so." He lifted a glass in each hand and handed one to each of the girls before grabbing his own and sitting back on the couch. "Bottoms up, ladies!" He threw his head back and gulped down the drink, exhaling loudly and shivering as he slammed the empty glass on the table. Miley and Lilly exchanged nervous glances and then took their shots.

After setting her empty shot glass on the table, Miley slumped back into the couch. She didn't think any more alcohol would be a good idea. Her mind was already fuzzy. Looking at Lilly, Miley knew Lilly was thinking the same thing. Then, Miley remembered something that made her stand up from the couch with alarm.

"Lilly!" Lilly looked up, confused by Miley's sudden outburst. "You still haven't eaten! Do you want me to go fix you something?"

Lilly shook her head and shrugged. "It's okay, Miles, you don't have to. I'll get something in a little bit."

Miley frowned. "No, I'll go make you something to eat. You shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach anyway. It'll just take a second."

Miley found her legs, and most likely the tequila, carrying her to the kitchen. She was internally arguing with herself as she walked, telling herself leaving them alone wasn't a good idea at all. Oliver was in there with them, even if he was asleep, and she would only be gone a couple minutes. Lilly needed to eat, and that seemed to be a stronger matter at hand to Miley than anything else at the moment. She wondered if she would regret it but hoped for the best.

As she reached the kitchen, Miley stood in front of the sink. Her mind was drawing a blank, and she realized she was much more inebriated than she initially thought.

"Food!" She exclaimed, remembering her reason for coming into the kitchen. "I'm making Lilly some food..."

Miley knew she was in no position to go all out to make a gourmet meal. Time was a factor as well. After listing the potential options in her head, she decided on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich; a simple yet efficient solution.

Fumbling around the kitchen, Miley pulled out two pieces of bread from the bread drawer, and then took several moments to fine the peanut butter and jelly. Nothing seemed to be in the place she remembered it being, but finally, she had all of the ingredients.

As she unscrewed the lid from the jars and grabbed a knife out of the silverware drawer, she began to panic at how quiet it was in the other room. Miley spread the peanut butter on one slice of bread, and the jelly on the other as quickly as she could. Then, she cleaned up her mess and put everything back where she had found it. After pressing the two pieces together, she put the sandwich on a paper plate, and briskly began walking to the other room to make her delivery.

Miley was getting ready to open her mouth to announce she had arrived with Lilly's food, but what she saw rendered her speechless and stopped her in dead in tracks.

David was straddling Lilly on the couch, her shirt, as well as her bra had been removed, and he was pinning both of her arms down with his hands while smashing his lips into hers. Miley saw the pained look on Lilly's face. Her eyes were shut tight and her brow creased with discomfort and turmoil. Miley could see a faint trail of a tear running down Lilly's cheek, and at that point, Miley had had all that she could take. She completely lost her cool.

Without thinking or hesitation, Miley hurled the sandwich, paper plate and all, as hard as she could at David. It hit him in his side and fell to the floor. David, startled, sat up and stared at Miley with a confused and slightly annoyed look on his face. "What the hell?"

Miley was beyond enraged. She stomped towards David and shoved him, trying to get him off of Lilly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

David was taken aback by the level of Miley's anger. He withdrew away from Lilly a little. "What's your problem? Can't we get some privacy here?"

"My problem?!" Miley was shouting. Oliver stirred from his sleep and began to wake up. Lilly was too terrified to move, she just continued to weep silently. "My problem is, she doesn't want to sleep with you, and you're to stupid to get the hint!"

A silence hung in the air. David stared at Miley in complete shock and confusion, which enraged Miley even more. Oliver, who was now awake and had taken in the situation stood up to try and intervene. "Hey, guys, let's calm down a minute."

Miley turned to Oliver, tears welling up in her eyes. "Get him off of her!" She half demanded, and half pleaded.

Oliver cleared his throat awkwardly. "Dave, I think you should get up, and we should take a minute to chill. We've all been drinking, and-"

"That has nothing to do with it, Oliver, and you know it!" Miley screamed. "He needs to stay away from her! Get him off!"

"Miley," Oliver took a deep breath and attempted to comfort Miley. "Calm down, okay? David, will you get up please?"

David blinked, completely surprised by everything that was going on, but he obeyed and got up off of Lilly as he stood up from the couch.

Miley nearly burst into tears. As soon as Lilly was free, she grabbed her by the arm with one hand and grabbed Lilly's shirt and bra with the other before storming off, leading Lilly into her room and slamming the door shut behind them.

Miley locked the door to Lilly's room and they both stood there for several moments. Miley was choking back tears, and Lilly was crying too.

"Miley?" Lilly lifted her arm from Miley's grasp and moved her hand to hold Miley's in attempts to console her. She was visibly more upset than Lilly was at that moment, and didn't respond right away. "Miley, look at me. Come on, it's okay."

Miley began to sob violently and threw her arms around Lilly. Lilly wrapped her arms around Miley and led her over so they could sit on the bed. Lilly ignored the fact that she was still topless, which Miley seemed temporarily oblivious to.

Lilly was almost at a loss of what to do. She had never seen Miley so upset, except for once when Blue Jeans had gotten sick when they were younger. Lilly did the only thing she could think to do and cradled Miley back and forth soothingly in her arms.

"Miles, hey," Lilly spoke softly. "It's all right."

"No!" Miley sobbed, "No it's not alright! I can't take it anymore! I can't just sit here and watch him do that to you! It's-!"

Miley mind was racing, flashing horrible images in her head of everything David had done to Lilly. She couldn't bring herself to speak at that point.

Lilly was struck with an immense sense of guilt. "I'm so sorry, Miles, it's my fault. All I had to do was tell him no. I didn't think about how it would make you feel when I didn't."

"What about what you just said me!" Miley was still blubbering through her tears. "You said you didn't want to do that kind of stuff with anyone else!"

Lilly blushed, and took a deep breath, ashamed of how she had handled everything with David. "I'm sorry... I don't want to do that kind of stuff with anyone else, just you, but I was scared and being a coward. I didn't mean to hurt you through all of this. I'm the one to blame, more than David. He had no idea I wasn't interested. It's my fault."

"No!" This seemed to make Miley cry even harder. She clung to Lilly, causing them to lower themselves down onto the bed. Her tears were still flowing, wetting Lilly's bare skin. "It's not! It's not all your fault, it's just not!" Miley was unable to express everything she was feeling. She continued to cry until it subsided into a light whimpering. Lilly held Miley lovingly with a saddened look on her face, even once Miley had almost stopped crying.

As things had settled down, and Miley had gotten most of her tears out, they gazed into each other's eyes. Lilly was nearly heartbroken by Miley's red, tear stained eyes. She looked like a frightened child. Lilly tilted her head up and reached to kiss Miley's forehead. Miley inhaled shakily and closed her eyes as she exhaled. When she opened her eyes again, she could still see into Lilly's sad blue eyes. It was only now that she realized that Lilly was still topless.

Without thinking, Miley let herself be led by the strong sexual emotion that suddenly exploded within her as she leaned to catch Lilly's lips in a passionate kiss. Lilly didn't resist and they both melted into each other. Miley began pressing her body up against Lilly's, feeling Lilly's free breasts against her.

Lilly was surprised to find her arms moving on its own, sliding itself up Miley's shirt and gently resting her fingertips against Miley's bare abdomen. Miley's entire body reacted to Lilly's touch and squirmed with anticipation. A brief moan escaped Miley's throat as Lilly's fingertips slowly skimmed up her torso, but stopped at the bottom of her ribs.

Lilly had more of her head together than Miley did at this time, and reluctantly made the decision to stop there. As Miley felt Lilly's hand pull away from her skin, she immediately picked up on Lilly's emotional reasoning. Though she felt equal reluctance, Miley agreed that for now they should stop before they got carried away.

Miley sighed as she cuddled into Lilly's arms, which had returned to embracing her in a comforting warmth, and reached to give Lilly's lips once last quick kiss.

Lilly smiled shyly, and Miley found herself smiling back at her as well. She was still sad, but now as she laid with Lilly in her arms, there was a different level of happiness that no one could take away from her. Her tears began welling up again with a confusing mixture of both of extremes.

"I can't believe you threw a sandwich at him," Lilly laughed, her shy smile turning into a grin.

Miley laughed too, through her simmered down tears. "Me either. I was so angry, I didn't even think, I just acted. I guess I made a pretty big scene, huh? And you didn't even end up getting anything to eat." Miley frowned realizing this.

Lilly's grin showed no falter. "It's okay. I gotta admit, it was worth it, seeing you throw a sandwich at him. There's more food in the house. Plus, after that big scene, I'm pretty sure it'll be a lot easier for me to be honest with him and tell him straight up that I'm not interested in him like that."

"Really?" Miley's face lit up.

"Really." Lilly nodded. "It's all thanks to you, Miles."

Miley could feel her face turning red and her cheeks ached from smiling, but she was happy. She buried her face in Lilly's chest, and couldn't stop smiling. "Do you want me to be with you when you talk to him?"

Lilly thought a moment before answering. "I think it's something I should do by myself. I mean, you and Oliver can be there, but I want to be able to explain and apologize to him."

"Okay..." Things were starting to look up, but Miley still felt uneasy.

Lilly saw Miley's anxiousness and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry about it right now. We can spend a little more time in here, just the two of us."

Miley sighed and closed her eyes, scooting closer into Lilly's arms. A calming silence engulfed the room.

"Hey, Lil?" Miley suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at Lilly.

"Yeah, Miles?"

Miley bit down on her lower lip nervously. "I didn't get to say it back, before... I love you too."

Lilly smiled. "Good." They both leaned in to press their lips together.