Unsung

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters appearing on the Disney Channel's original series, 'Hannah Montana', created by Michael Poryes, Richard Correll & Barry O'Brien. Characters are copyrighted to 'It's A Laugh productions'. Original characters are copyrighted to the original author (QYM). This series is posted to Girls Loving Girls with full permission of the author. No copyright infringement is intended or implied.

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 8th episode of 'Unsung', Lilly wakes to a new day, one in which she has a girlfriend for the first time, and must face the task of breaking the news to her Mother about that very devlopment. A surprise is in store for the young blonde. Later, the girls discuss plans for telling the other members of their family and friends. The girls 'other' best friend, Oliver, being the first target on that list.

Original Airdate: Wednesday, March 25, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'My First Time')

Story Codes: no sex

Monday morning rolled around and Lilly found herself lying awake at five, staring up at the ceiling. Miley was right – trying to keep it from family and friends was bound to be a bad idea – not to mention difficult. Lilly knew she’d hate if someone found out by walking in on them doing something, as Jackson had last night.

A blush painted her cheeks at that thought. Less than a week ago she’d never have thought about ‘doing something’ with Miley. Now, it was almost desirable, especially with the recurring images of Miley with Katie running through her mind. Lilly ran her hand over her rumpled covers, still slightly uncomfortable with these new thoughts.

"Lilly! Are you up?" Her mother pushed her door open – the Truscotts weren’t big on privacy. If a door wasn’t locked, it meant that anybody was allowed to come in. It took Miley a while to get used to this when she and Lilly had originally started hanging out.

Lilly groaned quietly but sat up. She nodded slowly, rubbing a finger across her eye to rub the sleep out of it. "Yeah, why?"

"Just making sure you’re awake for school."

Lilly stifled a yawn. "Well, I’m up. So leave." She made shooing motions with her hands.

"I want you out the door before I leave for work," her mom replied, leaving the room.

"Fine," Lilly agreed with a tiny grumble.

Lilly pulled herself out of bed, unease bubbling through her stomach. This would be a good time to tell her mom. There was nobody else around and Lilly would have her mom’s full attention. If something went wrong, Miley was three doors down.

After showering and dressing, she wandered downstairs into the kitchen and sank into a seat next to her mom, who looked up from her newspaper and smiled lovingly at her daughter. Lilly’s hair was still fairly messy – she hadn’t taken the time to dry it or brush it out this morning - but she’d at least thought to pull it back into a pony tail. Mrs. Truscott pushed a strand of hair behind Lilly’s ear before returning to her paper.

"Mom… can I talk to you?" Lilly started hesitantly, unsure of how to say what she needed to.

"Of course, Lil, you can tell me anything," Ms. Truscott replied, not looking up.

"I don’t know how to say it, I guess… Well… I’m seeing someone…" Lilly stated cautiously.

Still her mom didn’t look up. "Okay. Was that so hard?"

"That’s not the hard part," Lilly muttered.

Ms. Truscott sighed, finally meeting her daughter’s gaze. "I wish you just would trust me, Lilly. When have I ever gotten angry at you without a good reason?"

Lilly shrugged, pulling on some gardening gloves. She decided that it was safest to skirt the issue first. "So, you remember the conversation we had on Saturday?"

"About Miley?"

"Yeah… Um… Do you think it’s weird?" Lilly asked, trying to lead her mom into stating an opinion on homosexuals.

"Not especially." Mrs. Truscott prided herself on being very open minded when it came to love.

"Not at all?"

"Well, I’m kind of surprised she came out so early in life, considering the pressures of high school and such. But she’s always had her own strength. And a lot of that comes from her friends, you know," she said, looking pointedly at her daughter.

Blushing, Lilly inspected the top of the kitchen table and decided to get it over with. "I know Mom… and I think you should know that I’m seeing Miley."

"I had kind of gathered."

"Huh?" Lilly demanded, if unintelligibly. She had expected a fight. She thought that her mom would have had a worse reaction, but now there was nowhere for her built up anxiety to go.

"Lilly, you started this conversation by telling me you were seeing someone, then you started talking about Miley. It doesn’t take a genius to put it together."

Lilly blushed slightly. "Oh."

"You told me you’d turned her down. What changed?"

Lilly ducked her head, ashamed. "Seeing Miley with Katie made me… mad. I don’t think I’ve ever been that jealous."

"What about Katie? Miley doesn’t seem the kind of person to date two people at once, and I would hope you wouldn’t let that happen to you."

"Her parents found out about her and Miley and are shipping her off to Catholic school." Lilly had to admit – having someone to talk to was very nice.

Her mom frowned. "So when did you finally accept?"

"Last night, during the meteor shower. I just couldn’t get over how she’s making me feel. And I had to know how it felt to, well… to kiss her," Lilly smiled shyly, feeling only slightly uncomfortable talking with her mom about this.

"I’m proud of you, Lil, for telling me, and so quickly, too. I know it was hard," Ms. Truscott murmured, standing to refill her coffee cup. "Do you want a ride to school?" she asked, as she did every morning.

"That would be one thousand, two hundred and seventy-three consecutive no’s," Lilly laughed.

Mrs. Truscott laughed lightly. "Of course. Tell Miley hello for me."

Lilly hugged her mom and ran upstairs to grab her bag and head for Miley’s. In her rush, she neglected to eat anything before running out of the house, skateboard in one hand. Her stomach was grumbling unhappily when she pulled out her cell and called the Stewart house.

With her Lilly Landing proclaimed, Lilly skateboarded as quickly as she could, carefully avoiding the crack in the cement. She glided easily into the Stewart living room, hopping from her board and throwing her arms into the air.

"And she sticks the landing!"

Miley chuckled. She had thrown the door open and had just closed it. "Hey, Lil."

"I told her," she grinned as she dropped her bag.

"What?" Miley’s jaw dropped open slightly.

"My mom. I told her and she was totally cool with it. With us, I mean," Lilly beamed happily. That was one weight off her shoulders. "Now comes the rest of my family."

"I’m glad," Miley slung an arm around Lilly’s shoulders. "So, did you give up the silly idea of pranking Jackson?"

Lilly shook her head. "I just have to work through the little details. Would you be willing to help me out?"

Miley hesitated but nodded. Now that Lilly was her girlfriend, she felt the need to help and support Lilly more than usual. Even though she’d probably be the one Jackson wreaked his revenge upon. Lilly cackled quietly, mind churning.

"We’re going to need a camera, hair extensions, and make up," Lilly murmured. "Do you think we could get him into a dress while he’s sleeping?"

Miley instantly regretted agreeing. "I’m not undressing and redressing my brother."

"We’d only have to take his shirt off, if he’s wearing one. Since the picture can be from the waist up."

"Are you sure you want to do this? Because you know this isn’t going to end well for me."

"When does Jackson normally wake up?" Lilly seemed to ignore the opposition.

"Well, he doesn’t have a class until third period, so I’d say around eight."

Lilly glanced to a clock and grimaced; it was nearing 6:30, and they’d have to leave soon to make it to school on time. They’d have to do it another day.

"Okay… you win – for now," Lilly relented. Pulling pranks was only fun when you had a safety net of time to get away.

"Thank you. Did you want something to eat?" Miley asked, hearing Lilly’s stomach complain very loudly.

"Eating. I vote for eating," Lilly rubbed her stomach. "I haven’t eaten all morning. And then we can make for the adolescent torture institute."

Miley smiled. "Do you want to stop on the way or have me whip something up?"

Lilly decided quickly, as her stomach was demanding. "You. I don’t know if I can wait through anything longer."

They both headed to the kitchen. Lilly took a seat at the island countertop, leaning her chin on the cool surface, while Miley found an apron. She tied it tightly around her waist and turned to show it off to Lilly. It was new and in one of her favorite colors – pink.

Lilly fell off her chair.

Miley was at her side in a millisecond, hesitantly putting her hand on Lilly’s forehead. "Are you okay?"

Lilly blushed, sitting up, "It’s just… that apron… you were wearing something like it in a dream I had a few nights ago."

"You dreamed about me in an apron?" Miley tried not to smile, not wanting to poke fun at Lilly’s unconscious mind, but unable to help it. "Was I wearing anything else?"

Lilly blushed bright red. "Well, yeah," she chuckled lowly. "But I’m hungry now, so no more teasing the poor starved girl."

Laughing, Miley helped Lilly to her feet. The brunette gestured to the kitchen and asked, "What am I making?"

"I’d like some toast."

"Toast. All of my culinary skills and you want toast."

Lilly nodded enthusiastically.

"So have you wished it, so shall it be done," Miley folded her arms on top of each other in front of her body and jerked her head, a la I Dream of Jeannie. She dug through a cabinet and pulled out a shiny silver toaster and then followed it up by throwing two pieces of bread into the slots.

"You’re amazing," Lilly watched the toaster eagerly. "Do you have cinnamon sugar?"

"We have cinnamon, and we have sugar. As for a combination, you’re gonna have to do it yourself." Miley went to the fridge and grabbed the tub of butter. After setting the butter on the counter in front of Lilly, she went to a shelf and sifted through some bottles. While Miley was looking around, Lilly took the distraction to snag an empty bowl. Eventually Miley found the cinnamon and sugar. By the time she had found the hidden toppings, the toast had popped and Lilly was back in her seat buttering it.

"Here ya go," Miley presented the requested topping with a flourish.

"Aren’t you eating, too?" Lilly asked a moment before crashing her mouth around the toast hungrily.

"Naw, I had cereal earlier," Miley replied, leaning on the counter. Her fingertips scratched the spotless surface.

"Oh. I’m sorry!" Lilly cried between bites. She didn’t want to make Miley wait around for her.

"It’s okay." And it was. Miley had no problem providing for Lilly and then settling back to watch the other girl enjoy herself; and Lilly was enjoying that toast a little too much, in Miley’s opinion.

"So, how are we going to tell Ollie?" Lilly asked, reaching for the second slice. "We might as well get it out of the way."

Miley grinned – Lilly seemed so much more open and relaxed about things this morning. At that moment Miley really wanted to hug Mrs. Truscott for being so understanding.

"We’ll invite him over here and just tell him after school. You just eat that toast." Miley ran up to her room to get her backpack. It took a few moments of searching for it since she’d randomly set it down three days prior. After finding it – it had somehow ended up under her bed – she made her way back to her accident prone girlfriend as quickly as possible.

She was expecting to find the kitchen destroyed – and the blonde did not leave her disappointed. Leaving Lilly unattended was a mess waiting to happen. It wasn’t as bad as she feared – somehow the cinnamon and sugar containers had exploded, leaving the sweet dust covering a sheepish Lilly, as well as half the floor.

"Lilly… dare I ask what happened?"

"There was a stampede of mad hamsters! I swear!" Lilly clamored, getting to her feet. Sugar went flying.

Miley bit her lower lip, looking around doubtfully. "Really? Mad hamsters?"

"Yes," Lilly stated confidently. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

"Well, we better clean up or we’re going to be late to school." Miley scavenged around, trying to find the broom. Once it was procured, Miley began the lengthy task of cleaning up another of Lilly’s messes.

Lilly grabbed a dishcloth, wetting it at the sink. She set to work cleaning the countertops thoroughly. Roughly twenty minutes later the kitchen looked as if the ‘mad hamsters’ hadn’t struck. Miley dusted her hands off, very proud of their hard work. She glanced to Lilly and smiled; Lilly was still covered with the topping.

"Lil, you got a little something," Miley snagged the rag, shaking it out over the sink and rewetting it. She moved closer to the blonde, so their faces were a few inches apart and started gently wiping away the debris. Miley’s eyes were watching her actions, making sure to get all the mess up.

Lilly’s eyes, though, were fastened on Miley’s. She hadn’t seen Miley this close up before and hadn’t really been able to study the light dusting of freckles over Miley’s nose and cheeks. A cold shiver chased down her spine. That, she thought with growing delight, is mine. All mine.

As she worked, Miley unconsciously moved forward steadily. Soon they were almost nose to nose and Lilly was having trouble breathing.

"Miley…" Lilly murmured breathily. Her eyes slid shut and she started closing the distance.

"Get a room."

The two sprang apart as Jackson walked into the kitchen, grumbling as he made his way to the fridge. Miley glared at him. Without acknowledging her, he poured himself a bowl of cereal and walked to the back door to eat his breakfast outside.

As he neared the door, Lilly tugged on Miley’s sleeve and started talking rapidly. "Maybe we should get going. We’re running late as it is and –"

Splash!

"MILEY!"

"– I might have left a little present above the door for your brother."

The two girls briefly saw a drenched and angry Jackson running into the house as they ran out, backpacks in tow.

They were still laughing when they reached school. Jake Ryan was waiting at Miley’s locker, talking with Oliver, and Lilly gave him a scowl. "Hello boys," Miley said pleasantly, returning the actor’s smile as she opened her locker. Lilly was instantly burning with jealousy.

"Hello Stewie," he replied in a fake British accent, raising one eyebrow comically.

Pausing in grabbing her books, Miley looked at him, caught between laughing and calling for a mental health professional. "Stewie? Really? Where did that come from?"

He shrugged and laughed. "I was watching Family Guy and it just kind of flowed from there. So, are we still on for tomorrow?" he asked, his attention vanishing as his gaze followed a girl walking by.

Miley groaned and let her head hit her open locker door. "Crap. I had so much going on this weekend that I completely spaced it. I don’t think I’m going to make it."

Lilly was staring at Miley like her heart had been ripped out. "What’s going on?" she asked, her voice a little high pitched with frustration.

Miley turned to her and smiled sympathetically. "Jake’s making an appearance on Letterman and he thought it would be fun for," she lowered her voice and looked around, "Hannah to show up. I thought it would be fun, because I didn’t really have anything else to do." Seeing the hurt look on Lilly’s face, Miley laughed. "Don’t worry, Lil, he knows I’m…"

"Fruitier than the produce section?" the boy in question supplied helpfully as he winked at a passing girl, causing her to blush furiously. "I love doing that."

Lilly felt very foolish as Miley turned back to Jake. "Yes, thanks," she growled as the bell rang. "I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. Stuff’s come up."

"That’s cool. You’ll just owe me," he nodded and waved as he ran off to class.

"Victory is mine!" Miley shouted after him, causing Oliver and Lilly to laugh. "Hey, Ollie," she said as they made their way to first period, "Lil and I were going to do some movie watching after school."

"And this concerns me why?" he asked, completely not paying attention as he smiled at a girl and nodded at her like an epileptic chicken.

"We want you to watch with us," she replied, explaining as if she were talking to a two year old.

"Alright, I need to head home right after school, but I’ll be over after that," he relented with a groan.

"Yeah, sure," Miley agreed readily. "We’ll just pick some movies out. Any requests?"

"Please, no romance movies. It hurts too much," he moaned dramatically.

"Just because you can’t get a girlfriend…" Miley huffed. "But fine, I guess we’ll manage," she grinned, winking at Lilly, who was hiding a laugh behind her hand.

"Wait a minute here. I can’t get a girlfriend?" he stepped in front of Miley, effectively stopping the flow of the crowd, to many loud and annoyed complaints. "Girls are lining up to get on the Ollie Trollie! I could get any girl I wanted!"

"Oliver," she interrupted, "I’ve had more girlfriends than you recently."

There was a pause before he responded. "You suck."

"Let’s go, Ollie. We’re going to be late," she laughed

"Yeah," he grumbled, stepping back into the flow of hallway traffic.

The day passed as most days did, but this one was filled with Miley and Lilly sending looks and secret smiles at each other, causing each to wear a dull blush for most of the day. When school let out, they made their way to the Stewart house, parting with Oliver along the way as he promised he’d be over as soon as he could.

The two girls got home and went immediately for the kitchen. Miley started rummaging in the fridge for a snack. Lilly, feeling a little daring, stepped up behind her and put her arms on the other girl’s hips and leaned over her. "You know, no one’s home right now."

Grinning, Miley continued to poke around around, no longer really looking, just keeping up the pretense. "Really? And why would that be an important fact?"

"Well, your brother interrupted us this morning and I thought that we could maybe pick up where we left off," she said, blushing as the words rolled out.

Miley smiled and stood turning to face her girlfriend. "I suppose something could be arranged," she leaned forward, intending to place her lips on the blonde’s.

Unfortunately, Oliver chose that moment to make his entrance. He plowed through the front door, letting his bicycle clatter to the ground just outside. Lilly sprang backwards in surprise, knocking a bowl of fruit off the counter. It fell to the ground and shattered.

"Oh man, I’m so sorry!" She bemoaned her clumsiness.

"It’s nothing, Lil. Why don’t you pop in a movie? I’ll clean this up and get the popcorn ready."

Feeling terrible, Lilly stumbled into the living room, shooting Oliver a dirty look. He gazed back obliviously.

"Smooth going, Truscott," he laughed at her.

"Shut up, Oken," she shot back. "Sit down."

"And here I thought I was wanted," he chuckled, settling down on the massive green monster of a couch.