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A/N: OMG, it's been too long. How are you my peoples?! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!! My family and I might go to Yucaipa to chill, fish, and hang out =). yay! I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. Happy Reading!

CHAPTER 8

A month. That's how long Miley and I have been together. A whole month, and it's been wonderful. We were practically inseparable before, but now it's like we're joined at the hips. If people at school were skeptical about our little relationship at first, their suspicions were squashed when we went to school the following Monday pretty much all over each other. The whole school was practically buzzing about us, even the teachers were giving us odd looks! The one person who took the news the hardest was, of course, Joannie. Opposite of her, Oliver was the most supportive of our peers. Of course he was, he was my best friend since like pre-school, and Miley's since middle school.

FLASHBACK

When they spotted us, Miley and I, basically making out on our lockers Joannie stood there with her jaw on the floor while Oliver shrieked out a high pitched "OH MY GAWD!" before he ran to us and gave us a big ol' bear hug. He effectively ruined our make-out session and I was... still in a daze, so I gave him an even bigger hug when Miley pulled out of the embrace.

I was happy... high on Miley and her major macking skills. While kisses with Joannie were desperate, fast paced, and needy... kisses with Miley were passionate, sensual, and sexy as hell. I'm rather turned on right now, and I'm fairly certain if Ollie didn't interrupt us I would've had Miley down to her undergarments within point five seconds and doing things to her that would have made porn stars blush. Yeah, I'm that crazy when it comes to sex.

"So guys...," Oliver started, standing in between us, nudging our sides with his bony elbows. "I take it that you're official now?" he asked with a knowing look. We both stayed quiet, but caught each others eyes, and smiled brightly towards one another. "AWW! You guys are SO gonna be the cutest couple in this school." he stated, slinging an arm around both of our shoulders and squeezing us tightly. "Aren't they, babe?" he redirected us towards Joannie, who still had her jaw on the floor.

"Yeah, babe... aren't we?" I mockingly asked with a smirk. See that? I found a way to call her babe in front of her boyfriend and my other girlfriend... damn, I'm tight! Her jaw suddenly clenched together in a rather painful looking way.

"Yeah... right." she said through clenched jaws, "really cute." she looked at me through angry slits for a moment before Miley stepped in between us, which surprised all three of us. Joannie shook her head of any angry thoughts and stared at Miley with a confused frown on her pretty features.

"You..." Miley started, "keep your abusive hands away from my girlfriend." she growled out venomously. Whoa. The tone in her voice even made me shrink away from her. I was scared for Joannie's life, so I gently but firmly grabbed Miley by her upper arm and tugged her back to me.

"Chill out, hun." I soothingly whispered in her ear when she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck automatically. My hands wrapped around her small waist and I hugged her comfortingly, occasionally running my hands up and down her back. She told me she was going to talk to Joannie, but I didn't think it would be so intense. My gaze went from Oliver with an opened mouth and wide eyes, to Joannie who looked like she just saw someone with two heads walk by. I swear, if the air wasn't so tense I would have laughed at the comical looks on their faces.

"I-I uhhh... what?" Joannie finally stuttered, confused. I felt Miley tighten her grip around my neck and tense up in my arms.

"Hun! I... need... air." I gasped out. Holy shit she's strong! As soon as I gasped those words out, Miley loosened her arms around my neck and pulled back slightly to give me an apologetic look that was mixed with concern. I greedily inhaled deep breaths of air and felt myself get lightheaded while doing so. "Jeez, you're so strong!" I informed her shocked.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked quietly, looking me straight in the eyes. I gave her a small smile and nodded my head. She still didn't look convinced though, so I leaned in and capture her lips in what was supposed to be a simple kiss that turned into a heated one in seconds. "Okay okay... I believe you." she panted out as we broke the kiss. I smiled goofily at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Uhh guys," Oliver's unsure voice broke us from our little moment. We both turned our gaze to look at him the same time, something that didn't go unnoticed by Joannie. "are we cool here now or what?" he asked, using his hands to gesture the gap between us and Joannie.

"Yeah sure...," Miley answered for the both of us, "but I swear, if you ever slap my girlfriend again... I will hurt you." she threatened. Wow. I've never seen Miley like this before... I like it! Miley turned her attention away from a scared looking Joannie and a shocked looking Oliver, and back to me. "Let's go to class." she said sweetly with an innocent smile on her face. Her left hand slid down my right arm and laced our fingers together. I just looked at her with one raised eyebrow, shrugged my shoulders, and followed her to class.

"You actually slapped her?!" was faintly heard from Oliver as we rounded a corner and turned.

END FLASHBACK

Ever since that day, Miley would only let Oliver around if Joannie wasn't with him. She really was a protective girlfriend, something I never knew about her, but loved anyways. I barely spend anytime with Joannie now since I'm always with Miley. Her pops knows about us, so does Jackson, even though he's a thousand miles away at college in Tennessee. They both took it well and knew it was bound to happen one way or the other. My mom knows about us too. When we finally told her, she almost ruined us... not because she found it disgusting or didn't accept us. No, it was because she brought up those times she interrupted me while I was doing it and she thought I was just kidding.

FLASHBACK

Miley and I were sitting comfortably close on the love seat in my living room. It was a Saturday morning, Miley slept over the night before, and we were just watching Pokemon on TV. I sighed in contentment and slung an arm over Miley's shoulder, then pulled her even closer to me. Her head found its way perfectly on my shoulder, and I shuddered as her breathing tickled my neck. We had been together for a week already, and it was amazing! We came out to her family that Sunday she asked me out, and they both took it well. Robby Ray gave us a big bear hug, said "FINALLY," told me to, "treat my babygirl right, Truscott." and threatened, "I know where you live." Even though his expression and tone was playful, I knew not to mess with his one and only daughter. I just gulped and nodded my head in understanding.

Jackson on the other hand was whooping and hollering on the phone after we called and told him. Hell, he even ran out of his dorm room, stopped just outside his doorway, and yelled it out to the world. He made it seem like he won the lottery or something. Miley and I were just snuggled together on the couch laughing at his antics. He, more or less, told me the same thing Robby Ray did, and I promised I would take care of her.

So we were just sitting on my couch, feeling content and happy when my mother just waltzed right into the living room, crossed in front of us, and laid down on the sofa adjacent to our love seat. Miley and I shared a look, raised eye brows and curious faces, and slowly pulled away from each other. I missed the feeling of having Miley pressed fully against me as my arm dropped to my side.

"Morning, Ma." I greeted.

"Good morning, Ms. Truscott," Miley greeted quietly.

"G'morning girls." my mother greeted us, slightly turning her head towards us to acknowledge our being. A look formed on her face when she noticed the space between Miley and I were non-existent. My mom's a pretty open-minded person, but I didn't really know what her views on "homos" were. "How was your sleep?" she asked before turning her head back to the TV.

"It was great, mom." I answered for the both of us. Miley suddenly decided to get all quiet and tense, I guess she was afraid of what my mom would think too.

"How about for you, Miley?" she asked, eyes still on the TV. Miley tensed up even more next to me, so I took her hand in mine and rubbed my thumb over her knuckles soothingly.

"I-It was fine, Ms. T." she answered shakily. Well damn, I guess she really is shook up. Miley's usually more herself and care-free around my mom, but ever since we got together she's been... well not herself. My mom slowly sat up on the sofa, and turned her body so that her feet were planted on the carpert.

"Something wrong girls?" she asked, noticing Miley's tenseness and our joined hands. I felt her hand squeeze mine even more in a death grip. I gently squeezed our hands together, which some what made her relax her grip on my fingers.

"No ma...," I trailed off, looking at Miley for assurance. Before we came down we already talked about telling her soon. Miley saw the look in my eyes and nodded her head, letting me know it was okay to tell her now. "Uhhh, we have something to tell you...?" I more or less said in a questioning way.

"Okay... shoot." my mother gave us the go.

"We, Miley and I, are together..." I informed her with as much confidence as I could. I myself started getting more and more tense as seconds flew to minutes. My hand was clutching onto Miley's almost deperately, calling out for help.

"Ms. T?" Miley quietly called out, breaking the silence that bestowed upon us. "A-are you o-okay?" she stuttered.

"What?" mom finally snapped out of her thoughts, and actually looked at us. "sorry girls, I was deep in thought." she explained after seeing the scared expressions on our face. "I'm happy for you two! Really, I am." she smiled, then her gaze met mine and I knew what she was going to bring up. "So all those times... were they real?" she asked quietly, looking me intently in the eyes. I gulped the lump in my throat and felt my eyes go wide.

"What? No mom!" I denied, "I was just kidding about all those times." I lied with wide eyes. "Miley and I just got together recently."

"Last week, actually." Miley piped in, trying to save me from whatever I got myself caught up in. God, how I loved this girl that was sent down to me from Heaven itself. I'm the luckiest person in the world.

"I swore I always heard..." she trailed off to find the right word, "things coming from your room every time I got home from running errands, and on the weekends when you'd come home late from parties and thought I was asleep." she reasoned convincingly with a frown on her face. I felt Miley tense up next to me, and felt my heart plummet to the pit of my stomach when she pulled her hand away from mine. No, this can't be happening! We just got together, please don't let this end now.

"Mom, please!" I cried out in a high pitched voice. See, I knew this shit was going to happen, I should have just came out to her sooner instead of joking around with her. I felt myself break piece by piece when Miley shifted away from me so there was some space between us, and at the look on her face I felt like the biggest jackass around. She looked so hurt and confused. "Miley... I-," was cut off abruptly when Miley stood up.

"I think I'm gonna go home," she stated quietly before turning around and walking towards the door. Before I knew what I was doing, I ran to the door just as she was about to open it, and leaned against it. "Move Lilly." she demanded through clinched teeth.

"No!" I demanded pleadingly. "Please, Miley...," I was basically begging, leaning my whole body against the door so it wouldn't budge.

"How could you... you didn't even tell me! I've been waiting for you to notice me forever and when I finally get you I find out that you-... man! This is some fucking bullshit!" she yelled angrily. Her southern twang came out distinctively, it always did when she was angry. I stood there frozen not knowing what to do. I looked over her shoulders at my mom who was still sitting on the sofa looking totally and completely dumbfounded. I gave her a pleading look, desperate for her help no matter how or what.

My mom, understanding the look on my face, stood up slowly, and cautiously walked until she was just behind Miley. "Miley, dear." she used her soothing mother tone and tentatively reached out a hand, "calm down, let her explain." she tried, placing her hand on Miley's shoulder gently. "I may have been mistaken."

Time seemed to stand still as her eyes locked with mine. Just as I was about to say something, she beat me to it.

"Just be honest with me Lilly." she said quietly, eyes never leaving mine. My eyes shifted over her shoulder a little bit, and I saw my mom nod her head gently, telling me to tell the truth, then she nodded towards the stairs. I nodded my head slightly and slowly reached out a hand towards Miley's. She tensed a little when my hand cupped hers, but as I brushed my thumbs over her knuckles she seemed to relax a bit.

"Lets talk upstairs?" what was supposed to be a statement came out as a weak question. She was already upset with me, I didn't want it to seem like I was demanding her to do anything. As she nodded her head, I gently laced my fingers through her still extended ones (she didn't even have a grip on my hand), and slowly led her up the stairs to my room.

We sat on my bed in silence for what seemed like hours, neither of us saying anything. "Talk Lilly." she finally broke the tension with her words. "Were the noises your mom heard really what I think it is?" she asked almost painfully, like she didn't want to know. I gulped and nodded my head in response; I didn't trust my voice. I watched her as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and saw her jaw muscles bulge painfully as she clinched her teeth together.

"I'm sorry Miley." I apologized weakly. "I didn't know how you'd react; I couldn't stand the thought of losing you if you knew I was attracted to girls and decided to stay away from me." It was really true too. Besides the fact I just wanted to get laid, I didn't know if Miley would accept it or not.

All of a sudden she shot up off of the bed and turned to face me with an angry glare. "How long have we known each other, Lilly?" I was taken aback, at a lost of words. "Almost five damn years, Lilly! FIVE!" she answered the question herself. "How could think so lowly of me?" she whispered in a hurt voice, turning her body slightly away from me.

I reached for her hands and laced our fingers together then turned her to look at me. "You gotta see it from my point of view though, Miles. We never really talked about it, and I was worried that you'd get all disgusted and cut me from your life. I'd die a million times over if that ever happened." I tried to explain as tears ran down my face. "I can't see my life without you in it." I tightened my hold on her fingers and tried to convey every feeling I had into our intertwined hands.

My heart rate dropped as she unlaced our fingers together, and sped up again when she cupped my neck and wiped the tears away on my cheeks with her thumbs. I automatically placed my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her so that she was still standing, but straddling my thighs.. "You're right...," she said sadly, "I guess I was feeling the same way too, but it still hurts to know that you've been with other... girls already, and I had to find out from your mom."

"I'm so sorry Miley," I apologized again, hooking my arms under her ass and standing up. "I'm so sorry," I whispered into her ear, turning us around and laying her on my bed. "I'm so fucking sorry." I whisper-cried into the crook of her neck.

"It's okay, Lilly...," she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her, "no more secrets, okay?" she started rubbing my back with her fingernails and I had to suppress a moan from pleasure as I nodded my head.

END FLASHBACK

I shook the thought of almost losing Miley out of my head and laid back on my bed. It's one of those rare occasions where there's a half day at school, and I haven't been so bored in my life. Usually Miley and I would be together, but she's busy with preparations for the Hannah concert today.

As I was about to close my eyes and let myself fade into a light sleep, there was a knock at my door. "Come in," I called out groggily. I thought it was my mom so I just stayed laid out on my bed on my back, one arm over my eyes while the other was on my stomach. "What the... Joannie?!" I asked startled as I removed my arm from my eyes to see Joannie straddling my waist. "What are you doing here?" I asked, placing my hands on either side of her hips and rubbing the exposed skin with the pads of my thumbs.

"I miss you," she admitted quietly, leaning down to give me a long, loving kiss on my lips. "God, it feels so good to kiss you!" she said into the kiss, making me smile.

"I've missed you, too, babe." I admitted, sliding my palms down to her ass and massaging her butt cheeks.

"God," she moaned into the kiss, "I've missed you calling me babe, too!" she squealed when I grabbed her ass and flipped us over. "I've missed everything about you." she moaned again, her breath tickling my ear as my mouth attacked her throat. We were in a full out tongue wrestling match when she slowly pulled away from my lips. I looked down at her with confused, and disappointed eyes. "This is great and all," she motioned between our lips, "but I really just want to spend quality time with you?" she asked/said in a quiet voice. I smiled warmly at her and sat back on the hinds of my legs, bringing her up with me. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight, just the two of us...," she trailed off hopefully.

I wanted to say yes cuz honestly, I missed her too, but I already had plans with Miley and the Hannah concert and all, being Lola. Spending time with Miley was awesome, great even... but I just really missed Joannie.

I should say no and end things with Joannie officially right now, but I can't. Especially with the way she's staring at me with those beautiful brown eyes. Not only that, and I know this will sound all fucked up, but I'm sexually frustrated. Every time Miley and I got a little too heated in our make-out sessions and my hand somehow found it's way past her waist band, she'd stop me from going any further. She's not ready, and I'm dying.

"I've already got plans...," I gravely informed her. My heart broke when she looked away, blinked her eyes and tears started pooled around the edges of her eyes.

"Please, Lilly, please?" she begged, hugging me. "Miley can hold off for one night, and plus I know you're gonna love what I've got planned." She kept her arms around my neck and leaned back slightly, so we were eye to eye.

"I uh... fuck, hold on, I needa get that." I waited until she let go of me and laid back down on my bed before I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. "Hello?" I answered without checking the caller I.D.

"Hey honey," Miley's voice filled my ear.

"Done with your stuff already, hun?" I asked, watching the pain visibly take over Joannie's pretty features.

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Miley let out a relieved and happy sigh. "I miss you so much! I can't wait to see you." she said in a low voice that made me shiver with want.

"Sounds like everything went well," I chuckled before getting serious again, "Uhh Miles... about tonight." I saw the hope flash through Joannie's eyes as I brought up tonight.

"Oh man! I can't wait until tonight. I have so much planned! I can't wait to share them with you." Miley said all in one breath. Fuck, she planned something for the show and I was going to disappoint her.

"Well, actually...," I dragged on, "I can't make it tonight." I informed her almost painfully. At hearing this, Joannie's face was graced with a bright smile that reached both eyes. I smiled back at her sadly, which caused her smile to falter just slightly.

"But... Lola's supposed to be here with me," I heard Miley say quietly.

"I know, I'm sorry." I apologized, looking away from Joannie. "I'll make it up to you, 'kay? I promise." I cringed when I said promise, I hated promising things to people. I felt Joannie massage my thighs which I'm pretty sure was supposed to be in a comforting way, but didn't help the situation at all.

"Okay... I guess." she agreed unwillingly. "Can I come over and see you before the show though?" she asked with all the hope in the world.

I couldn't help but smile at her and her words; she's just too cute for her own good. "Of course hun!" I chuckled, "but when are you getting here? I was just about to hop in the shower." I really wasn't, but I had to make sure she wasn't like right at my front door already.

"Okay, good." she sounded relieved, "and I don't know, probably another hour or so. We just left the arena right now, and you know how bad the traffic is around this time." Boy was she right, it's just barely four in the afternoon, and traffic was up the butt hole around this hour of day.

"Okay, I'll see you soon then." I said, stopping Joannie's hand from inching any closer to my center.

"'Kay, bye."

"Bye." I ended the phone call and tossed it aside, then pulled Joannie into me again by her hands. "So where you planning on taking me anyways?" I asked curiously, wrapping my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her throat and inhaled the smell that I missed so much.

"Guess who's gonna meet the love of her life backstage tonight?" she asked excitedly, basically jumping up and down on my thighs. I pretended to be deep in thought, index and thumb cupping my chin.

"Well, I'm guessing it's me who's gonna meet the love of my life, which is you, and I'm guessing since the bed is our stage... then the bathroom will be backstage?" I gave her a goofy smile and waggled my eyebrows.

"Cute... but no." she giggled, slapping me lightly on my arm.

"Jessica Alba!?" I asked with huge, hopeful eyes.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"What?" I asked back.

"What?" she asked again.

"Nothing." I finally gave in and buried my face in her shoulders, shaking my head slightly. "So who?" my question was muffled by the fabric of her green tee-shirt.

"Hannah Montana!" she exclaimed, pulling away from me to see my reaction. It felt as though a blizzard found its way into my room, froze all of the limbs in my body, and left with the way I stiffened up. Damn it, when I told drama to rear its ugly head into my life, I didn't think it'd be so soon. "Oh my god! I knew you'd be so happy you wouldn't know what to say." Joannie squealed, clapped her hands, and continued bouncing in my lap.

She has never been more right in her life.

Damn you, drama!

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