Hey guys! Okay, you know the deal.
I don't own Ralph Waldo Emerson, and I don't own Hannah Montana.
Thanks to DramaticStarlet for beta-ing this &coming up with a title. Again.
(: Thanks, Katie!
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I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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-The first night of summer, and this is what it boils down to.
No, not the temperature.
Where I am, who I am with.
Looking back at the kitchen, I see the blonde is still working to recover her microwave from an overcooked soup accident.
I flip on the T.V.; a Hannah Montana video here, an interview there. Nothing's on.
No parties, it's too early in the afternoon for that.
"Done!" She shouts at me, and I race back into the kitchen to grab a packet of popcorn from the cabinet.
"Here," I tell her.
"Thanks!"
"No problem. So I brought Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, Season One.. or.. um, I have," I rummage through my Blockbuster bag residing on the counter. "Casper! The Friendly Ghost!"
"Let's watch that!"
"Alright," I go to put into the VCR player. Yes, that is how conventional her parents are. Not even willing to buy a DVD player.
The lights are off now, and I look over at the body next to me. She is completely absorbed in this stupid kid movie. Not once do her eyeslashes bat.
"Oh, Casper," she whispers, barely audible. I cough, clearing my throat, and she looks at me. "Fuse?"
I look back at her, shocked. "W-what?"
"That is your favorite drink, Miley," She hops off the couch, her sneakers padding on the wooden floor in the kitchen. "Berry, right!"
Still recovering from my shock, I answer, "Yeah, sure!"
"Straw, right!"
My mouth drops lower. "Yeah!"
She comes back with two bottles, one for her, the other for me. Handing me a straw, she plops back down and hits play. I look over, and for the first time in our short friendship, I notice the way her hair falls against her shoulders; the way her calf muscles are flexed when she's relaxed; the way when she hits the volume button on the remote a muscle in her arm flexes. These feelings are shocking me, and scaring me. Her knee grazes against mine accidentally and the butterflies kick up the dust they hadn't seen in a while in my stomach. I reach back into the green popcorn bowl in front of us, trying to get my mind off of my best friend when I knock it off the table in front of us.
"Shit."
"No, Miley, it's okay!"
We get it cleaned up, watch another movie, and head up for bed. I'm pulling onHannah's Juicy sweatpants when she throws me a pillow with a pink and white pillowcase.
"Here."
"Why this one?"
"Because, Miley, your favorite colors are pink and white. Duh," She looks at me as if I have three heads. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little.. confused."
"Anything you want to talk about?"
"NO!" I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but her face falls anyway.
"Okay," She whispers. "You didn't have to yell."
An awkward silence drapes over us like a heavy wool blanket; itchy and bothersome. I wait until her breathing is deep and consistent before I talk about it.
"You know me so well," I tell her sleeping form. And then it dawns on me; the quivers, the butterflies, the feelings in general- all of a sudden, I know what they are. I pause, trying to find the right words. "And it scares me."
And just before my breathing becomes heavy and and I drift off into unconsciousness, I hear Lily breathe out seven almost inaudible words.
"I know, Miley. It scares me, too."
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Alright, so! Just another quicky MileyLily (:
I've been thinking about this one for a while, so by all means, leave your thoughts!
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