Chapter Six: Finale.

Miley & Lily jumped apart.

"Sweet niblets," Miley said annoyed at how her father always seems to come home at the worst possible times. Miley really just wanted to tell Lily that she felt with same way, but definitely couldn't now.

Lily looked just as frustrated as Miley did but still entirely embarrassed. She at least knew Miley was okay with the feelings she had for her, or so she thought, but she hadn't a single clue as to what Miley felt which really bothered her.

"Are you girls getting ready?" Robbie Ray asked as he got a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"Daddy," Miley got up and walked over to him.

She grabbed his face from behind him and directed his head towards the clock.

"It's not even ten yet. We have the entire day," she said, elongating the word 'entire'.

"But Oliver is coming over, isn't he?" he asked his daughter.

Miley's expression dropped from light to heavy in a second.

"This is true," she said knowing Oliver would make every part of this day difficult for all of them.

"Yeah, he said he'd be over within the hour," Lily added.

"Sweet niblets. I have yet to Oliver-proof the kitchen!" Robbie Ray said pushed the knives on the counter into the corner where they couldn't be seen.

"Trying to hide the knives one me again Mr. S?" Oliver said as he burst through the door carrying a backpack on his shoulder.

"That was a fast hour," Lily said looking at him like the donut he is.

"Yeah, my mom couldn't wait to get rid of me," he said throwing is bag on the couch Lily was still sitting on.

"Umm, Oliver, where is your suit?" Lily asked looking at the bag questioningly, with an eye squinted.

"In the bag, duh," he said as if they all should have known.

"Oliver!" Miley exclaimed. She hit forehead and walked over to the couch, opening the bag and taking out a very crinkled suit.

"Fantastic!" Lily exclaimed.

"No, don't worry," Oliver said, pulling out a bottle of wrinkle release.

Lily got up from the couch, grabbed the bottle and sprayed it directly in Oliver's face.

"Nope! Doesn't work," she said poking his face.

"Hey thanks," Oliver said sarcastically. "But seriously, don't worry about it. It's dark in there anyway. I really don't think anybody is going to come right up to me and say 'Hey Oliver, you've got wrinkles in your suit.'"

"I'm gonna pay at least 10 people to do that now," Lily said.

Robbie Ray grabbed the old tux and took it upstairs with a look of determination on his face.

"Thanks Mr. S!" Oliver called up the stairs. "So..." Oliver jerked his head slightly upward. "Sup," he said, looking at them through squinted eyes.

Miley just looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"What's going on? What's the hap?"

Miley didn't know what Oliver was up to, but she figured he knew something just happened between herself & Lily. She didn't think him wise for this for her face had been red since the moment her dad walked in. But she knew Oliver could possibly destroy this delicate thing. She walked into the kitchen and opened a box and grabbed a handful of chocolate macarons.

"What's the hap?!" Lily repeated. "You shouldn't be allowed to speak," she said.

Oliver glared at Lily. "You know, I don't deserve this harassment. I was just going to try to help the both of - "

His words were cut short by the brown macarons. Oliver, being completely himself, started chewing without objection.

"Oh my GOD!" He said his mouth half full. "Did you make these?!"

"Hey, Oliver, I'm gonna need you upstairs for – hey! Are those my chocolate macarons?" Robbie Ray was standing half way down the stairs.

Miley saw this as an opportunity to be alone with Lily again. She still had so much to say.

"Yes! Oliver. Upstairs," she said pushing him up the stairs. "Go.... good boy."

Miley sat down on the couch and without any words, Lily knew to sit down too. They sat there in silence for a good twenty seconds before either of so much as looked at the other girl. Lily's eyes met Miley's for the first time in a half-hour. She felt herself grow weak with terror but continued to look into her big brown eyes. She thought she might tear up again and tried hard not to.

"Lily," Miley started again. But before she could say anything else, a tear fell from Lily's eyes. "Don't cry, Lil."

"I can't help it," she said softly, now breaking their stare. Lily looked into her lap where her hands rest.

Miley placed her hands on Lily's. They sat in silence for another twenty seconds.

"Please say something," Lily said finally. Her voice was shaking. She played what she thought would happen in her mind for the tenth time that day. 'Lily, I love you. But only as a best friend.'

"Lily," Miley's voice a little shaky now. "I love you," she said looking at her with tears welling up in her own eyes.

"But..." Lily waited.

"But nothing," Miley said to her.

Lily looked up, stunned.

"Don't be scared," Miley said before leaning in and kissing her lightly for just a moment.

Lily was too shocked to kiss her back. What she thought could never be, actually was.

"You okay?" Miley asked.

Lily wiped the shocked look from her face. "Never better," she said, smiling.

She leaned in and kissed her best friend, their hands still touching. They pulled apart moments later, smiling sweetly at each other, both completely red in the face.

"Awww," Oliver & Robbie Ray chimed from the middle of the stairs, looking down at the girls.

Thought to be impossible, the girls turned an even deeper shade of red and sunk into the couch. They looked at each other, embarrassed, but still smiling. Simultaneously, they tightened their grip on one another's hand and inched closer together. The girls both felt as though their smiles would never fade.

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Okay. I'm not sure how

to express how sorry I am

for making you all wait so long.

I have vow to never publish

anything on here unless I am

completely finished with it.

I'm horrible at keeping up with it.

I'm SO sorry. Hugs all around.

You're all great! (: