A/n: well I started writing the first chapter of this one story….but idk if I like it and if I write it it might be boring. So we'll see what I decide about posting that one….i'm definitely going to work on that anti-niley pro-liley story ;)

Chapter Four:

Pulling up in front of Miley's house she said, "Yup, nobody's home it looks like."

I look around, "Alright…Jackson better not be home when we go inside…"

"If he is I give you permission to run away."

I rolled my eyes and follow her up to the house.

"Daddy? Jackon?" She yelled once we got inside the house. "Nope, nobody's home."

I sighed, and kicked off my shoes. "Good."

"Well, here's the living room…and there's the kitchen. Let's go upstairs to my room." She gestured at the two rooms that were full of boxes from moving, and then ran up the steps leaving me to follow her.

Just as we reached her bedroom door, another one opened and Jackson's head popped out, "Hey sis is that you….and the dyke." He glared once he saw me.

"Shut up Jackson," Miley said and shoved me into her room. "You don't need to be so rude."

"You shouldn't be hanging around her, she thinks you're hot. Probably going to try shit with you like that other les-" Miley slammed the door shut, her still out in the hall, I heard her yelling at Jackson and him proceeding to yell back at her. Then there was a thud, and a small crash and a door slammed. Miley walked back into her room, as calm as can be, "Jackson is THE biggest jerk."

"Uhh…"

"Don't look at me like that Lilly; you have some pretty odd conversations with Oliver it seems."

I continued looking at her strangely, with one eye brow cocked up. "Yeaaahh…"

She just shook her head and clicked the tv on the dresser on. "Watch some t.v., I'm going to shower really quick."

I sat down on her floor, watching the t.v….she turned it onto the news.

She rolled her eyes and threw me the remote, "Change the channel…I know you honestly don't care about the rising gas prices since you obviously don't drive."

I laugh at her snarkiness, and she just smirked as she walked back out the door going down the hall I presume to the bathroom.

She came back fifteen minutes later wrapped in a towel, "Sorry I forgot to bring clothes with me."

"Uh…" I try to look anywhere but at her slightly exposed chest. So I end up looking at her legs…which really probably wasn't that much of a better choice. I sigh dreamily and watch the water trickle down them.

She laughs, noticing my strange…or not so strange for me, behavior. "So Lilly, I really don't think I believe Jackson when he said you think I'm hot."

"Uh…" I say again, and drag my eyes away from her legs to look at her face. "Weeell."

"Lemme just grab some clothes," She grins then goes and starts digging through her dresser, pulling out a bra, a pair of running shorts, and a white t-shirt. She heads back to the door, my eyes still unwillingly following her around, "Whoops," She says as her towel slips from where it was tucked in under her arm. I find my self staring at her bare ass until she pulls the towel back around her and closes the door.

"Ahh…" I sigh, and try to get that fabulous image out of my mind.

When she comes back, she jumps onto her bed laying on her stomach, "Come sit next to me Lilly, don't sit on the floor."

I crawl on the bed, but first find myself staring at her butt that is now clad in those little shorts.

"Stop staring at my butt," She scolds with a cocky grin.

My stomach flips and then those little butterflies decide to flutter around for a bit when I see that smile of her's.

a/n: Oh god I see I totally just wrote this in…first person as Lilly. OH MY GOD. Fail.

Continuing with it from third person or whatever…third person limited…? Idk. :D I forgot all of that shit when summer began so….

Lilly lay down beside Miley and they watched some animal cops on Animal Planet until Lilly fell asleep.

Miley's dad later walked in the room when he got home, "Hey Miles…who's this?" He nodded at the sleeping Lilly.

"Oh, this is Lilly. She's my new friend…don't listen to anything Jackson tries to say about her."

Miley's dad smiled, "That boy…what'd he do now?"

"He hates her cause she's different."

"She's gay?" He looked a little taken back, but not disgusted.

"As a rainbow, but really she's nice Daddy…don't worry." She reassured him, "Nothings going on between us."

He glanced at her again, "Okay…I'll have a talk with Jackson. Is she staying the night?"

Miley looked at Lilly who didn't look like she was going to wake up soon, "Only if she doesn't wake up soon."

"Alright…no funny business Miley! And I mean it…I'll be listening."

"Gross! Get outta here!" Miley laughed, and threw a pillow at the door from her bed.

Her dad laughed and pulled the door closed behind him.

Then Miley decided she was tired and curled up, using Lilly's back as a pillow, she fell asleep too.

Lilly awoke sometime later all hot and bothered, wondering why…she felt a slight pressure on her back, she glanced awkwardly over her should to see Miley sleeping on her. "That explains it…" She muttered, and then turned her attention to the t.v. trying to ignore the girl sleeping on her back.

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Down the stairs, the girl's oblivious to what was going on in the kitchen Jackson argued with his dad, "You shouldn't let that girl be in Miley's room!"

"Jackson, how did you end up so…not accepting? I thought your mom and I taught you better as a child."

"Don't pull the mom card on me! This is something else…this is gross, that girl is gross. She likes Miley…and no I don't mean friendly 'lets hang out sometimes' like, I mean full on LIKE like."

"I don't care what the girl likes, Miley knows how to decide for herself what's right."

"You're making a mistake….if I was you I'd kick that girl out right now."

"Go to your room Jackson, I'm done talking to you. I know how to raise my children…but apparently something went wrong with you!" He yelled furiously at his son, looking as if he was about ready to slap some sense into him. "Do not talk about your sister or your sister's friend like that. Ever again."

"Daddy," Jackson whined, hating when his dad acted like this…Miley was obviously his favorite, he hated it.

"Don't call me that, boy. You're eighteen now." He walked away out the door in the kitchen.

a/n: well, I'll write more later…I'm tired today. Leave some reviews I need some support with this story :(