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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated much. I don't have internet at home so my opportunity at access is rare. Hopefully I'll have longer chapters so it won't be too terribly bad :) Anyway, hope you enjoy, dearest readers!

Chapter Three

The school day was average, the sleepover was average, most everything that day was average. Except Miley, who gazed at Lilly when she thought she could get away with it. The feeling of her blonde best friend's lips against hers still lingered, soft, faintly tasting of the sucker she'd been happily eating earlier. Miley's blue eyes drifted down to gaze at Lilly's lips. There were slightly parted as Lilly fell asleep, curled close to Miley's side. The brunette's own lips tingled and screamed at her to kiss Lilly again and again, but Miley's hands only balled up into fists. Angry at herself and her feelings, she turned away from Lilly and fell asleep on the edge of the bed, getting the farthest away from Lilly as she could.

However, that was not how she woke up. She woke up pressed into the surfer's side with her hand traitorously resting on the other girl's exposed tanned hip. The butterflies erupted in her tummy again, and she tore herself away. This could not be happening. It just cannot happen. This was all a plan to get Jake off her back at least until after Prom, and here she was… Falling for Lilly.

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Lilly was breathing heavy like she usually did; it was better than when the blonde was sick and snored so loudly all of Malibu rumbled. However, today, that heavy breathing was sending Miley somewhere totally different when her eyes closed. She could imagine the surfer's hands trailing over heated flesh, threading themselves in her chestnut locks, caressing her jaw gently… Warmth exploded in Miley until she couldn't breathe. She was suffocating in this new, all together horrifying experience. The ex-popstar had to find a way to counteract the current hotness, and the only thing she could thing of was a cold shower. So there she stood in all her glory under a freezing waterfall of water at three in the morning trying to rid herself of the highly inappropriate thought processes generally concerning her very best friend.

"Miley?" came a timid voice after three soft knocks. "What are you doing? It's almost four."

"N-Nothing," she called back after a moment of silence.

"You're taking a shower," Lilly pointed out, "and we have to get up super early or Jerkson will eat all of our waffles."

"Nine isn't super early, Lills," Miley snorted, running fingers through her shampoo-soaked hair. She heard the door open, and she yelped in surprise as she saw her best friend's shadow situate herself on the bathroom counter.

"What's going on, Miles?" the blonde asked softly. "You've been acting different."

Of course she would have noticed, Miley thought bitterly. How did she ever even think for a moment she was being subtle? She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, vulnerable yet distracted with the fact she was naked and Lilly was only a shower curtain away.

"You can tell me, you know."

"I know," the ex-popstar replied softly. "I just… I'm missing Hannah, and this whole Jake thing is aggravating. I just want him off my back for good."

And I just want you, she added in her mind.

"Jake isn't going to find out," Lilly said exasperatedly. Miley could just see her rolling her oceanic eyes. "It's all gonna work out. Hey wait, why isn't your mirror fogged?"

Uh oh.

"Miley Stewart, are you taking a cold shower?" Lilly demanded, giggling ferociously. "You're not worried, you're a little too warm! Oh this is priceless!"

"Shut up, Lillian, before I pull you in here," she threatened then blushed. "After I get out of course."

"Uh huh."

Miley could hear the amused smirk in her voice. A tanned hand was thrust into the shower, turning off the faucets before disappearing. A towel came through next.

"Come on, get out and let's go back to sleep. I'm not missing out on my waffles just because your hormones have taken over your brain," Lilly ordered.

"Fine," the brunette grumbled, wrapping the towel tightly around her body before she stepped out. She locked eyes with Lilly as soon as she pulled back the curtain. In awe, she watched Lilly's cheeks flush before the blonde's eyes focused on a spot to the left.

"Hurry up and change. I give you sixty seconds before I come back in. I'm gonna dry your hair," she announced before scurrying out of the room.

Miley's heart was in her throat, confused and hopeful, thundering and shaking her entire body as she slid her warm, dry clothes over her smooth skin. It was fifty-nine seconds before Lilly burst back in; the brunette counted it. She ignored the butterflies as Lilly pushed her gently on her bench in front of the vanity, dimly lit so it wouldn't give either of them a headache.

Lilly switched on the hairdryer, long fingers massaging Miley's scalp gently. Deep blue eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered herself to the comforting feeling; she told Lilly once that's what her mama always did when Miley was upset or stressed out. She was touched her skater friend remembered. Soft strokes of a brush replaced her best friend's fingers. A sigh escaped Miley's lips as she rested her head against the firmness of the stomach behind her while Lilly concentrated on the sides of her hair. Soon, Miley was half-asleep on the bench.

"Miley?" Lilly's voice called to her through her fog of near sleep. The surfer sighed before lifting Miley easily into her arms. "At least hang on."

Miley weakly lifted an arm to wrap around Lilly's neck, and she was asleep before Lilly placed her gently on her bed. Lilly looked at her sleeping face for a moment, a look of adoration reflected in her eyes, before she curled up next to Miley and closed her eyes. The ex-popstar smiled in her sleep as Lilly rested her head on her shoulder and rested her hand on Miley's hip.

*L*I*L*E*Y*

"Jeeze, Lil, slow down before you choke," Mr. Stewart warned as he fixed up a plate for his tired daughter. Her face was on the counter, eyes closed. She looked so much like the six year old who'd fallen asleep backstage at his concert so many years ago.

"Can't help it, Mr. S," she grinned in between bites. "I love food!"

"It's starting to show," Jackson said irritatingly as he scooped up another waffle and drowned it in syrup.

"Shut up before I kick your butt all the way back to your dorm," the blonde growled. Miley looked at them drowsily.

"Shhhh," Miley groaned. "I'm trying to rest."

"Hannah and her big head are back," Lilly teased.

"Here, bud, I saved you a total of three out of the twenty seven I made," her dad smiled. "Eat up."

"Wanna go to the beach?" Lilly asked excitedly. "Ollie said the waves are amazing today."

"Sure."

"After that, wanna go to Rico's?"

"Sure."

"Then maybe come back here for a movie?"

"Sure."

"Can I have some of your waffles?"

"No."

"Aw man!" Lilly whined. "I was hoping you weren't paying attention!"

Miley sighed, throwing an orange at her. The blonde looked at it dubiously before peeling it, only to have it stolen my Jackson. Miley smiled to herself as Lilly chased her brother around the house in retribution.

*L*I*L*E*Y*

"I can't believe you two," Oliver grinned as they lay on the beach hours later to catch some sun and dry off.

"Two?" Lilly asked. "Miley came up with it, dragging along her poor, selfless best friend into yet another one of her poor thought out schemes."

"What scheme?" asked a familiar, annoying voice.

"Hey Jake," Oliver greeted without enthusiasm.

"Miley thought it'd be a good idea to pretend to be a surfer to impress her cousin," Lilly lied easily. "She almost drowned, had to give her CPR."

"Yum," their brunette friend teased, waggling his eyebrows. Miley just groaned in annoyance, flipping over so the sun could reach her stomach.

"Go away, Jake. You're not wanted here."

"The time you don't spend kissing your stupid fake lover could be spent kissing me," he grinned sleazily.

"We're busy," Lilly cut in. "Go away, idiot."

"Ooh," the actor taunted.

Oliver was about to get up and force him to go away just as Miley rolled over onto Lilly, attaching her lips to her surfer friend's addicting soft ones. She felt Lilly responding, and her heart took over. She ran her tongue over the blonde's lower lip before her mouth slipped open, inviting Miley in. Her fingers danced over Lilly's bare skin as she took her bottom lip between her teeth gently. The soft moan that emanated from Lilly's heavenly lips affected her in places no one else had before causing the ex-popstar to start pressing her lips gently to the soft skin of the surfer's neck, the blonde's nearly silent noises of agreement spurring her own.

The brunette tore away, breathing heavily and enveloped in a fire that spread through her veings. She shot him a look and said, "We're busy, Jake, get out of here."

With every breath she took, her exposed flesh made contact with Lilly's, sending shivers down her spine and her heart into a tizzy. Jake looked uncomfortable, hands folded over his pants, before he briskly walked away, muttering something about it not being over. Oliver stared into Miley's blue eyes with his mouth hanging open. Miley sat back, knees on either side of Lilly's hips. The oceanic eyes she loved so much were still closed as the owner of them breathed heavily, the motion brushing against the brunette.

"Want me to leave you two alone?" he asked hoarsely.

"Let's just go get some ice cream?" Lilly finally suggested in a quiet, lower voice than usual. Miley got up and offered the blonde her hand.

So there they sat at Rico's, Lilly sneaking glances at Miley licking her ice cream cone, Miley lapping up the cool treat rapidly to try and quench the fire inside her, Oliver shoveling his into his face, the previous scene forgotten for now. He would bring it back to the forefront of his mind when he was home tonight.