Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or anything related to Hannah Montana. I also don't own Grey Goose or the lyrics to Akons – Beautiful.

A/N: soooooorry, it's been awhile, I know. Please, forgive me. I didn't know how to start this chapter off, so I decided on the party! Because c'mon, who doesn't like a great party?! This is for all the Liley fans! Hope you enjoy. Please, read and review! Happy Reading.

CHAPTER 5

"Lilly, chill out!" I heard someone cry out over the loud blaring music as I was taking a shot of Grey Goose. The girl caught me by surprise and the vodka went down the wrong tube. I started coughing immediately, one hand pounding my chest while the other held onto the edge of a fairly large marbled island. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" the voice asked, pounding heavily on my back. "I'm sorry!"

When I was able to breathe somewhat properly, I waved the person off with the hand that was pounding my chest and slowly inhaled a deep breath of air. After I got my breathing back to normal, I slowly turned around and blinked at the blurry silhouette. I blinked hard a few more times before I could clearly make out the girl standing in front of me.

"Sarah!" I cried out happily, gathering the pale skinned girl in my arms for a hug, "I haven't seen you in ages! Where've you been?!" I questioned rather sloppily after letting go of her.

"Lilly...," she trailed off. I stood there, shifting from foot to foot, with a goofy grin on my face and waited for her to continue, "we came to the party together, remember?" she asked, flailing her arms out trying to make a point.

"We did?" I asked tilting my head to the side with squinting eyes. "No way!" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Yes, way." she said with an exasperated look on her face, "Remember... you came by after getting into a fight with," she leaned in so she wouldn't have to speak so loud, "Joannie." At the feel of her hot breath on my ear, I giggled and pushed her away gently. "Jesus! Lilly, we haven't even been here for thirty minutes, how could you possibly get smashed so soon?!" she asked incredulously.

"It's a party!" I semi-yelled happily, "I'm trying to have some fun." I said, throwing both of my arms out gesturing at the party taking place. "Live a little, Sarah." I handed her a small shot glass filled to the brim with Jack Daniel's.

"No! I refuse to engage in such repulsive behavior." she refused, covering her mouth with one hand while shoving my offered hand away with the other. "And plus, it seems as though I'm going to be the designated driver," I just looked at her and shrugged.

"Suit yourself," I murmured before downing the shot. When I was done, I slammed the shot glass down on the island and wiped my mouth with the back of my hands. "C'mon! Let's go dance!" I said, grabbing onto one of her wrists and pulling her to the make shift dance floor before she could even reject me again.

Contrary to popular belief, Sarah and I were good friends, although not a lot of people really knew that. Her family got kicked out of their apartment because the neighbors complained about the power shutting off one day without a warning, and Sarah's family emerged with the self powered generator. Of course, everyone in the building blamed her family, and they were forced to move out. Her father found a place across town, and since the distance became a problem, she was also forced to transfer schools.

We bumped into each other when I was out on a date with some random girl I met at a college party. I was scared out of my mind about Sarah telling people, so I begged her not to tell anyone, and she never did. After the date I had with the girl, I met up with Sarah at a small diner and we caught up on life. Slowly, but surely, we got closer and talked almost everyday via email, instant messaging, texting, and phone calls. It was just recently when I started getting caught up in all this drama, and stopped keeping in contact with her.

After about half an hour of dancing, well Sarah trying to get away and me stopping her, she finally resisted and danced a few songs with me. We kept it clean and made fools out of ourselves. I'm a happy drunk, so I was doing whatever I could to make those around us laugh, whether at me or with me, it didn't matter. When the song changed from a fast paced song to a slow paced song, I stopped completely and just stared at Sarah. We stood there staring at each other for a moment then both shrugged our shoulders, coming to an agreement. She placed her hands on my shoulders and I gently placed mine on her hips, leaving a small space between us.

I noticed her eyes looking at something behind me and gave her the best curious look I could muster.

"Did you know Miley's been watching us for a while now?" Sarah questioned. I shook my head. "She looks kind of upset... maybe I should leave." she tried to pull away from me, but my grip on her hips tightened.

"Nahh, lets just finish this song up first." I convinced her, "I'll go to her after."

"Are you sure? I don't want her to go all crazy if she finds out it's me you're dancing with." she muttered quietly.

"Are you kidding me? She won't even recognize you!" I assured her, because it was true. Sarah lost the glasses, got contacts, straightened her hair, and lost a few pounds. She looked like a totally different person, but still stayed true to her environmental loving self. "You could leave after this though, take my car."

"How are you getting home?" she asked.

"Miley." I stated. "You can drop it off tomorrow or something and chill for a while."

"Alright, but don't do anything stupid. Okay? Remember what we talked about when you showed up at my house."

"Yes, mother." I said sarcastically. The song was ending and we both pulled away from each other. "Take care of my baby, and drive safely."

"Of course I will!" she gasped as though I insulted her. I smiled and leaned in to give her a friendly kiss on the cheek, followed by a hug. "You be careful now." I just nodded my head and watched her walk away. When she was out of sight I turned around and spotted Miley immediately. Sarah was right, she did look upset.

I gave her a small smile as I made my way towards her. "Hey... Miles." I greeted.

"Lilly." she said curtly. My smile fell a little but I wasn't going to let it slip all the way. Using my right index finger, I traced the outline of her jaw, and stopped when I got to her chin. Lifting her head up, I managed to get her to look into my eyes. What I saw in her blue orbs made me sober up quickly and made my knees buckle: love, passion, and hurt.

"Miley...," I trailed off softly, moving my hand to cup her warm cheeks. Her hand reached up to grab mine and turned around, leading us out of the back door onto the spacious deck. She led us to the steps leading down to the ground and sat on the first step. I sat in front of her on the second step and leaned back, in between her legs, into her warmth.

It was quiet for a few minutes before she broke the silence with the question I knew she was going to ask.

"Who was that girl, Lilly?" she asked quietly.

"Just an old friend of mine." I answered honestly, because Sarah was an old friend.

"She looked familiar."

"She moved across town a couple years ago." I explained. It was silent before I spoke again, "I'm sorry if seeing me dance with her hurt you Miles." I apologized, hooking my arms around her thighs to lean more into her warmth.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," she murmured, resting her chin on top of my head. "I just reacted like a jealous girlfriend." I tensed up as I heard her using that word. "What's wrong, Lils?" she asked concerned.

"Miley...," I trailed off, "I—I don't know...,"

"Tell me, Lilly!" she pushed. "I know you know what you're trying to say."

"I don't think us getting into a relationship is a good idea." I said quietly, unhooking my arms around her thighs to rest my elbows on my thighs. "I'm sorry!" I apologized, burying my face into my hands. "You deserve so much more than I could give you." I croaked out.

I felt her slim arms slide around my neck, and for a moment there I thought she was going to strangle me. To my surprise, she leaned her upper body into me and hugged me. "It's fine, Lilly. I understand." she soothed. I instantly felt myself calm down.

A calm silence fell between us and I took that time to think. It felt so peaceful and awesome to be held the way she was holding me. Thinking back now I've realized that I always seem to push good things away and reach for things that I'll never have a firm grasp on, no matter how much I want it. In this case, Miley is the good thing, and Joannie's someone that I'll never have fully to myself. God, why am I even having this fight with myself?!

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back in to the space between Miley's shoulder and neck. I let out a huge sigh and felt Miley tighten her grip even more.

"What's the matter, Lilly?" she asked softly. I shook my head and sat up straighter.

"I really like you Miley," I said in a quiet tone, "I really do. I don't deserve you. At all." I told her in a shaky voice, "But you're too good to let go of. I don't want to lose you to someone else and regret it for the rest of my life. I wanna be with you, but things have been so fucked up lately, I'm not sure I'll be able to give you the love and respect that you deserve, cuz you really really deserve all that." I finished with glazed eyes.

"Lilly...," Miley breathed out. "Th—that was so beautiful."

"That's not all though...," I paused, leaning on her left thigh then turning around to face her, "I don't want to ruin our friendship either... because I know things are gonna be totally different if we do decide to get together then break up."

"What makes you think we're gonna break up?"

"Cuz I'm only human and I know things are gonna happen that'll make you hate me." I replied honestly.

"I would never hate you Lilly, even if you fucked me over badly."

I ducked my head and stared off to the side. "You say that now." I said inaudibly to myself.

"What was that?" I looked up and saw Miley with a curious look on her face.

"Nothing!" I answer a little too quickly; Miley's eyebrows raised up slowly and I quickly spoke of something else to change the subject, "Look..." I paused until her eyebrows lowered into a non-suspicious way, "If things do happen between us, and we do cross the best friends line, I just want to apologize ahead of time for anything that'll most likely happen in the future."

"Why do you always think ahead to the future?" she asked, exasperated.

"What else should I be thinking about?"

"Just think of the here and now... with me." she answered, cupping my cold cheek with a warm hand. "Forget the future and just go with the flow." she smiled warmly at me and I melted on the inside. Involuntarily, I felt myself lean towards her and a second later my lips met hers in a sweet kiss. I pulled back with a goofy grin on my face.

"In that case... do you know which way the flows... flowin'?" I asked skeptically when one raised eyebrow.

"No, where?" she asked, playing along.

"THE PARTY!" I said, clasping my hands and rubbing them together. "Lets have some fun." I stood up and offered her a hand. Smiling brightly, she took my offered hand and laced our fingers together. I pulled her up towards me and wrapped my free arm around her slim waist. "You're the greatest, Miles." I told her after kissing her forehead.

"Psh, you know how I do." she said pulling away from me to pop her collar. I just laughed at her antics and shook my head. "C'mon, lets go party." she said as she pulled away completely and lead us back into the house.

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After a few more hours of non-stop back to back shots of alcohol, and explicitly X-rated dancing with Miley, I found myself extremely drunk and couldn't walk straight without leaning on someone for help. Miley saw how out of it I was, and together we both stumbled to her white C200 Mercedes-Benz. She wasn't drunk, not at all. Maybe buzzed, but not drunk. I was drunk. For every five shots I took, she had one shot, and it was those fruity Bacardi drinks.

On the way to her house from her party, I tried everything in my power to keep my eyes open and stay awake, but I failed miserably. It wasn't until I heard a song playing on the radio when I found myself somewhat awake. I looked over to Miley in the drivers seat and grinned goofily.

"Mi—Miley." I called out over the music, from the corner of her eyes I saw her staring at me. My grin widened even more before I started singing along with the chorus, "You're so beautiful... beautiful... beautiful... beautiful, you're so beautiful. Where'd you come from? You're outta this world... to me, you're a symbol of what every beautiful woman should be, ooh weeeeeeeee!" I finished off in a high pitched voice, throwing my arms open for one of my 'big finishes.' I felt myself melt again as the sound of her laugh filled the car with warmth.

"Did you know you sing better when you're drunk?" she asked playfully, keeping her eyes on the road. It took awhile for the insult to sink into my brain, but when it did I... played along.

"Gee, thanks! I should record my own album when I'm drunk... I'll be even more popular than Hannah Montana." I said with a laugh. After a while, I started getting tired again. When we stopped at a light, Miley turned to me and cupped my cheek. I slowly turned my head to look at her through half-lidded eyes. "I'm tired Miles." I told her groggily.

"Just go to sleep," she soothed, rubbing my cheeks, "I'll wake you up when we get home." I didn't even stay awake to hear her say that part though, right when I heard sleep my eyes closed and I blacked out. After approximately half an hour of sleeping, I felt someone shake me by my thighs. Unconsciously, I grabbed onto the persons hand and hugged it to my chest, cuddling closer to its warmth. "Cute, Lils. Really cute." I could just make out Miley's voice in my head. "Wake up, Sleepy Head." I heard her coo, placing her other hand on my thigh. I reached for that hand too, and pulled her whole upper body to me, hugging her; basking in her warmth.

"You're warm." I sighed into her neck. "I like it."

"Lets make a deal." she started, "If you can walk into the house silently, and get into my room without making a sound... we'll cuddle." she bargained. I pulled away from her neck and looked at her skeptically.

"And if I don't?" I asked suspiciously.

"You have to sleep on the floor." My eyes went wide and I knew Miley was being serious. I just nodded my head and released her from my arms. I dramatically slipped out of the passenger side and as quietly as I could, closed the door. As I was about to make my way to the front door, I heard Miley slam the drivers side door loudly and jumped in surprise. I over exaggeratedly pushed my index finger to my lips with wide eyes and told her to "shush!" Miley giggled and walked over to stand by me, lacing our fingers together. "C'mon, Drama Queen, we need to put you to bed." she giggled.

I am proud to say, I did what I was challenged and got to cuddle with Miley all night! Right when my body made contact with her bed I felt myself slowly slip into unconsciousness. I vaguely heard Miley's attempts to wake me up so I could change. I stayed in the position I was in, on my stomach with both arms crossed under the pillow, until I felt her side of the bed give in. I turned onto my side and threw an arm over her waist, pulling her closer until I was spooning her from behind. When I was warm and content I let myself fall asleep easily.

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I was having a peaceful dreamless slumber when I felt a tingly sensation on my right thigh. I tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't go away! I kicked my right leg out, hoping that would help my situation, but heard a moan instead. I tried doing it again and was greeted with the same response. Confused, I picked my head up slightly, which was a huge task, and opened one eye.

Somehow during the night, we both changed positions; I was on my back hugging Miley close to me with my right arm, while she was on her left side, head resting on my chest and right arm thrown lazily over my stomach. I was wondering why she moaned for, so I decided to kick my leg out again, only to get the same response.

I lifted my head up some more and opened the other eye. I looked down towards my legs and smiled when I saw what the problem was. Miley was basically draped all over me, her right leg was thrown over my thigh and bent at the knee, forming a ninety degree angle. Around this time, the tingly sensation stopped and I dropped my head back onto the pillow to try and get some more sleep.

A few minutes later, after I easily drifted off to sleep, the tingly sensation came back. I dug my thigh deeper in between Miley's legs and heard her give out a low moan, deep from her throat. My head snapped up and I looked at Miley in amazement. After a while, I realized that it was my phone vibrating. No wonder she kept on moaning! Miley's a freak. Laughing to myself, I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out the warm cell phone.

"Hello?" I croaked out, accepting the call without looking at the caller I.D, voice heavy with sleep.

"Lilly, where are you?!" a voice shrieked out. I flinched, pulling the device away from my ears and felt the beginnings of a very unpleasant hangover/headache form.

"I'm in bed." I managed to get out with my dry mouth. It felt like I had cotton balls stuffed into my mouth and it dissolved, taking all of my saliva with it. "Who is this anyway?"

"Who do you think, Truscott?" Ahhh, I realized, the only person who uses my last name in that kind of tone could only be one person.

"Oh, Palumbo." I stated dryly, "why are you calling me so damn early in the morning?!" I cried out softly, not wanting to wake Miley up.

"Well I wouldn't have if someone here answered their damn phone last night!" she bit back.

"I told you I was gonna be at a party!" I whispered harshly, "how the hell am I supposed to hear, yet alone feel my phone vibrate with loud blaring music." I reasoned.

"Why are you whispering for?" she asked suspiciously. I stayed quiet. "Oh my god, you're with her right now, aren't you?" she asked incredulously, in a high pitched voice. "I can't believe it."

"Look, I was drunk okay?" I explained.

"Oh, you were drunk, were you? So what'd you guys do last night? Fuck?" she taunted.

"Oh my god, no, we didn't!" I exclaimed quietly, "Unlike some people, she has class. Alright?"

"What the fucking ever." she yelled.

"I can't deal with this bullshit right now. You're giving me a god damned headache." I said harshly, "I'll deal with you later." Without waiting for her reply I ended the call and checked my missed calls. Sure enough I had ten missed calls and fifteen unread messages. Shaking my head, I turned my phone off and threw it on the nightstand beside the bed.

Without any guilt, what so ever, I pulled Miley closer to me and held her close. I kissed her forehead and smirked when I noticed a small smile gracing her lips. Feeling sleep overtake me, I closed my eyes and fell into another peaceful dreamless slumber.

A/N: I hope I didn't disappoint any of you faithful Liley lovers! Lol. I probably did by mentioning Joannie, huh? Lol, it's all good! Where's the fun of reading a story if there isn't someone for you all to dislike strongly?! Well yeah, please leave a review and tell me what thought. It is now 5AM and I'm pooped.