Two weeks later…

"Lillian." Lilly's mother said sternly as she set a plate of spaghetti in front of her daughter. Lilly tore her attention away from her book to look at her mother with innocent blue eyes hidden behind dark-rimmed reading glasses.

"Why, yes?" she asked, doing a perfect imitation of an innocent child.

"You're spending entirely too much time with Miley,"

Lilly's childish façade faded instantly into a deep frown. It was weird that the woman even bring it up now, when Lilly was genuinely just enjoying 1984, the Orwell classic. Usually her mom would gently remind her that she had neglected homework to do in the midst of her three-hour long phone conversations with the girl. But now seemed so…inconvenient for everybody. Not to mention the fact that her mom openly accepted Lilly and her relationship with Miley.

"May I ask why you say this now?" Lilly asked after a moment, trying to be adult and ignoring her overwhelming urge to kick and scream and yell, 'you can't stop me, na-na-na-na-na-na!"

"You're always going over to their house. Why there? Did I do something wrong? Does our house smell? Is it my cooking? Is it really that bad?!" The woman ranted, her voice getting a little higher after every word she spoke. Lilly just laughed good-heartedly.

"Calm yourself, woman." She slipped, speaking as if it were one of her peers at school. She received a small warning glance from the older blonde woman. "I mean mom," she corrected instantly. But she had to smile after a second in spite of herself.

"But seriously, is that what you're all worried about? That I'm at her house too much?" Lilly asked with a small laugh.

Lilly's mother nodded silently. It was amazing how the role reversals in the household took place sometimes. Lilly's mother could sometimes act just so incredibly…immature while Lilly usually remained cool and collected, while throwing in sarcastic but insightful remarks every once in a while.

"Mom, if it'll make you feel any better I'll just bring her here tomorrow after school," Lilly offered. Not like any compromise was needed in this situation; anything that involved Miley, Lilly jumped at the chance to do. Not to mention Lilly honestly couldn't remember the last time they made out on her couch. It was always in Miley's bed, or floor, or some obscure place where they just felt like groping each other. Inexplicit, but true.

Lilly's mom grinned like a kid being told Santa would visit that night. It was funny, Lilly thought, that perhaps genetics just worked backwards that way. Or maybe just all Truscotts had the trait of loving Miley.

"I'll make my special dish!" Lilly's mom rang cheerily as she hopped off to the kitchen.

Lilly smiled and returned to her book. It was cute that her mom missed her; it ensured her that she was at least wanted now by two people in the world.

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"Bahaha," Miley laughed rowdily next to her locker as Lilly told her the conversation with her mother the other night. "She said all that?"

"Yeah, swear I thought she was gonna hyperventilate or spontaneously combust or something," Lilly exaggerated, rolling her eyes

"Stop using big words, show off." Miley teased, silently adoring it when Lilly spoke in 'smart people terms' as Oliver often said.

"I only use them because I know you're the only one who can comprehend them," Lilly grinned cutely.

Miley especially adored it when Lilly used smart people terms to fluff her ego.

"Do you have any flaws?" Miley asked, seriously thinking the answer was no.

Lilly tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well, no," she started. "I guess the only downside to me is that I pale in comparison to you," she gave a winning smile.

"A little corny, but I'll accept it because you make me melt." Miley assured by grabbing Lilly's hands absently and swinging them back and forth.

"Uck," Ashley remarked as she glared down at the girls' hands as she and Amber passed by. "That's really sick, you know. Other people have to walk through these halls too, why don't you do us all a favor and keep that to yourselves. This isn't a gay pride parade."

"Wow, that was clever, how long were you waiting to say that one?" Lilly said, thoroughly displeased with the interruption. Miley, who just recently allowed herself to damn it all and just come out as a couple already, immediately flinched and let go of Lilly's hands. Uncertainty was an ugly thing, it was.

Ashley just rolled her eyes and kept walking. Amber remained for a second, giving Lilly and Miley a short apologetic look and then following after her evil keeper.

"Man, I hate that," Lilly said, not as upset about the interruption now but just with the whole ordeal. She was sick of having to sneak around just to do what all straight couples do in the halls; choke each other with their tongues. Not that pretending she was a female version of Bond and Miley was her lovestruck assistant, wandering an abandoned Stewart house, sweet-talking each other through walkie-talkies wasn't fun, but dammit, she just wanted not to have to hide.

"I feel sorry for Amber," Miley said a little quieter, looking sadly down the hall as Ashley unthinkingly barked orders at her devoted friend.

"What? Whatever, screw them. How can Amber be in love with that? I mean seriously. It's not like Satan's lovechild is even that hot anyway," Lilly remarked dully.

"Can't help who you fall in love with," Miley reminded with a small smile. Lilly forgot what they were talking about and resumed where they left off before the nasty disruption. "No, but I'd willingly fall in love with you again any day," Lilly charmed again, using her signature smile to ensure to Miley that she meant it. You just couldn't fake that smile.

A/N: Okay, screw it; this is fun to write, so I'm making it a mini-story. Next chapter! Miley and Lilly finally have dinner at the Truscott's! Will Robbie Ray approve of the change? Will Lilly's mom's cooking suck? Will Miley and Lilly just skip dinner and make out all night? Are you sick of clichéd questions that eventually go unanswered in the next chapter anyway? Those questions will all be answered…now!

Q1: Who cares, Robbie Ray's not in this story!

Q2: Of course it will!

Q3: Probably!

Q4: Hell yes!

Alright. I'm stopping now. I really am. :D