Caught

Chapter 9

A million emotions at one time. Happiness, excitement, what just happened?
He kissed me. Oh my god. Chase kissed me. I now had a boyfriend. On the walk home, I wondered if I should tell Mia. Of course I should, she's my best friend right? But she could get weird again. Ever since the blowup at the beach, I avoided the topic all together. But should I avoid this? Yes, I will. I know, it's wrong. And if she found out, It would kill her. So, I guess she won't find out. She can't find out.

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I walked into the house, air conditioning hitting me. I silently sighed in happiness.
I dropped my bag, and took off my shoes. My wet shoes. Thank you Chase. I continued to walk into the kitchen, but was stopped by Sophie, with her arms crossed over her chest. She cocked an eyebrow, and squinted her eyes, looking me up and down.

"You've been with a boy, haven't you?" She questioned.

I groaned. "Right, I forgot you have that weird sister-telepathy thing."

She shrugged. "No, I can just tell. Your face is pink, and you look like you just won an award for being the most amazing person in the world. Not telepathy, just smart."

I pressed my lips together. "Ok, but don't tell Mia." I added with a whisper, looking over my shoulders.

She gaped. "Wow. Don't you tell each other everything? I'm pretty sure you guys went to the bathroom together once."

I held up a finger. "All girls do that."

She reached out, pinching the wet fabric of my shirt, then toying with a strangle of my hair. "Why are you wet? Walk off a short pier, did you?"

"Ha.ha. No, Chase dropped me in."

Her face brightened. "Ooo! Chase? Niceee. He even sounds hot. Did you guys kiss yet?"

I rolled my eyes, but didn't answer. Thirteen year olds.

She gasped, then squealed . "You did, didn't you!"

I put my hand over her mouth. "You cannot tell Mia. Do you understand?"

She swatted away her hand, as if saying whatever. "Yeah,yeah Hannah Montana."

I laughed, and stepped around her to remove the sliding glass door.

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( Mia's POV)

I fixed my hair in the mirror, and finally got accomplished the perfect bun. Sighing in contempt, I stepped over Ally's empty suitcase, and descended down the stairs. I stopped halfway when I heard whispering.

"You cannot tell Mia. Do you understand me?" Ally whispered in an urgent tone.

"Yeah, yeah Hannah Montana." Sophie said in her bored, sarcastic tone.

Ally laughed, and I heard footsteps, followed by the rolling of the sliding glass door. It shut, and I climbed quietly back up stairs into our room. Tell me what? It seemed crucial. God, Ally was really bothering me latley. I feel like I have no right to be annoyed with her because I am a guest. But still. She's keeping a secret from me, a big one. One that she couldn't tell me, and her eleven year old sister? Wait, how old is she? Whatever, I am going to find out.

I will find out.