Mildua one shot! set in 2008, Miley is 15, Dua 13 Miley stared down at her dads sidekick like it was a stolen candy, precious, illicit, and definitely not meant to be touched. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she entered his passcode. 0-7-1-0-0-5 unlocked, she was in, she looked around cautiously, if anyone saw her in this act she'd get into trouble, or worst of all.. teased by her siblings. She slowly opened his contacts until she finally found the gold she'd be searching for. Mr lipa. her fingers trembled, fear, anticipation, anxiety? Before she could regret it, she hit the call button. A couple agonising long chimes until a voice finally crackled from the phone. 'hello?'. Miley would recognise that voice anywhere, that rich honeyed voice Miley wanted to bottle up and wear it as body mist to her next award ceremony. 'Hey, hey hey!' Miley chimed a bit too loudly, 'Dua how are you!' Dua let out an amused cross between a giggle and a gasp, 'miss me that much, Cyrus?'. Miley bit her lip, of course she missed her that much, her laugh, smile, everything about her. She fidgeted a bit, she hadn't called for a catch up, well, she did kinda, but there was something she wanted to ask the gorgeous girl. 'hey so um..are you free next weekend..' miley said, her voice almost a whisper. 'yeah!' dua chriped. 'so um...' miley took a dep breath. 'wpuld you like to go out with me..yknow, get a milkshake or something?'. Miley held her breath, please say yes, plea- 'i'd love to!' dua answered, what miley didn't know was that dua was maybe blushing a bit more than she was. 'great!' miley said, the adrenaline making her breathless, 'ill pick you up at-' 'MILEY RAY CYRUS, HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE?' 'uh oh'.
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