Miley: A Narrative Fiction

Miley nearly chocked on her breakfast when Pete sat next to her and said "I can see your eggs." "What?" she had asked, making sure she heard him correctly. "You have egg on your chin," he chuckled and pointed out the same spot on his own. Miley blushed and wiped it away quickly. "Thanks, I guess," she mumbled, recollecting herslef. They continued to eat together in silence until a brown haired boy sat across from them. Pete and Miley and exchanged a look, but Miley just shrugged. "Hi, I'm Ryan," he said, sticking a hand out. "Pete," Pete responded and shook his hand. "And that's Miley." She waved as she was introduced. "Well, we're not dead and our brains aren't ruined. So that's good," he said to fill up the silence a few moments …show more content…

"Alright, I'll teach you bass later if you teach me soccer." "Deal." "You realize you just essentially said 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,'" Pete pointed out. Mikey rolled her eyes. "Not even," she laughed and poked Pete's ribs. ~~ "Okay now put your finger on the first fret of the e string. The e string, not that one. No, oh my god. There are only four strings and you can find every one but the right one," Miley attempted to instruct him. "You're hopeless, Wentz." "No, look I promise I can do it!" Pete huffed. He strummed and produced a horrible sound. "You have to put your finger on the bottom of the fret, I've told you that, like, three times already," she pinched the bridge of her nose. Pete laughed at her struggle and tried to play again. "How about we do something else," Pete suggested, smiling sheepishly. "Like what? I'm bored as hell," complained Miley. Pete shrugged in agreement. "Well we could sneak out and get some pizza. Lunch was shit," he pouted, referring to the tofu they had eaten. They were both getting fed up with these healthy meals, and nothing could've sounded better to Miley right now than a large, Hawaiian …show more content…

'What do you want' she mouthed to Pete. "Just cheese," he answered. Miley threw him a thumbs up. She quietly made the the order as the two looked around for a back door. Pete ran out first. "Ahh, fresh air," he sighed. "I can already smell the pizza," mused Miley. Mmm. Pete knew exactly what she meant. They walked up to the counter upon entering. "Can I help you?" the cashier asked. "Yeah, we have an order for Way," she answered. "It'll be a couple minutes before its ready." "Okay, thank you." Miley drummed her fingers on a game machine. "So, is this where you take all the ladies?" she teased. "No, only you get the finest treatment," laughed Pete. "Large cheese pizza for Way." "Now, the real dilemma is: do we eat it here and risk someone finding out we were gone or go back and risk having to share this," Pete pondered. "You're acting like this is prison, it's not like they didn't say we couldn't leave," pointed out Miley. "Besides," she continued. "I don't give a fuck." So she opened the box and took out a slice. There were very few things she cared about less than what cute boys thought of her stuffing half a piece of pizza in her mouth, so she did