Starstruck
Title: Starstruck
Author: twilight_rush
Fandom: Hey Monday; Miley Cyrus
Summary: The fact that she’s at the same party as Cassadee, well, that makes her wet her pants and almost faint into a dream where her and Miley are ---
Yeah, that’s too much info.
Pairing: Cassadee Pope/Miley Cyrus
Rated: PG-13
Warning: Femslash, very light swearing
Disclaimer: I am the great pretender. If you’re the above people run far away.
Note: This was orignally posted on miley_slash here. :)
8/21/10: Major edit like yeah.
Just like everyone else in the world, Cassadee has a celebrity crush that involves her daydreaming about how they’ll meet or squeeing inside whenever she sees a picture of them or hears someone talk about them.
The thing is no one - not even her family or close friends - knows about her little celebrity crush. They never will because Cassadee’s pretty sure she’ll get teased for it if they did know. Her petty cries of “I’m serious! It’s not funny. Shut up, assholes,” will fall on deaf ears. She knows it’ll happen; it just seems like the oddest person to have a (major) crush on. Cassadee shouldn’t be ashamed; she’s learned to shrug off what people say, but still.
Clues to Who It Is:
* It’s a girl
* Cassadee’s three years older
* You either love her or hate her
* She has an alter ego named Hannah
That’s right. Cassadee’s infatuated with Miley Cyrus. And she is so not ashamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fact that she’s at the same party (who’s party is it again? Cassadee doesn’t remember. All she knows is a lot of bands and other random celebrities are here) as Cassadee, well, that makes her wet her pants and almost faint into a dream where her and Miley are ---
Yeah, that’s too much info.
Cassadee tells herself to stay calm, stay calm; don’t make a fool of yourself. Cassadee refuses to be one of those girls who cry and can’t breathe in front of someone they like. Not only is she too tough, she really doesn’t feel like doing all that.
So for a whole twenty or thirty (really three) minutes, Cassadee stands by the DJ booth, slowly numbing her ears with deafening music while trying to find the courage to go over and say, “Hey, Miley.”
She puts one foot in front of the other and next thing she knows she’s walking. Long strides, arms swinging. She has her head looking at the floor because she’s pretty sure she’ll lose her newfound courage if she has to look at Miley -
“Oof!” Cassadee stumbles back in horror to see that she's bumped into Miley, causing Miley to spill some of her drink on the floor, and on her chest.
Face burning, Cassadee stutters out, “O-oh my God, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention!” She quickly looks around for a napkin and finding none she randomly steals one from a stranger - “Sorry! - and reaches out to wipe Miley. Just before she can touch her chest, her brain screams you’re about to grope Miley and she awkwardly tosses the napkin on her.
“So you can clean up?” Cassadee turns abruptly to leave without another word. She just made herself look like a dumbass. She can’t talk to her now!
“Wait!” Miley cries before Cassadee can disappear. “Are you . . . omigah, tell me you’re not really her.”
Eyebrows furrowing, Cassadee looks at her like she’s crazy. (Miley is smiling a tad too big and hard.) “I’m not who?” Cassadee asks.
“Hey Monday! You’re Cassadee Pope!” Miley squeals and does a little jig that makes Cassadee want to hug her (appropriately). Miley stops, her cheeks a dusty pink and she’s looking down shyly. “Sorry about that. I - me and my little sister - we love Hey Monday. We were gonna go to ya’ll concert but it kind of sold out on me . . . Heh.”
“I can get you some tickets,” Cassadee blurts without thinking. The only reasonable words going through her head was Miley Cyrus likes my band.
“Really? Seriously? That’d be so awesome,” she cheers, her hands clasped together in front of her. They stand in silence before Cassadee quickly rummages through her brain for something to say.
“So, um.” Cassadee’s rubbing her arm and this goofy smile on her face makes her look high. “Actually, I’m a . . . big fan of yours, too.”
Miley actually looks, shocked, to say the least. “You like me?” She says it in a way that makes Cassadee feel offended, like she’s not good enough to like her. That quickly vanishes when Miley is smiling again, bashful-like, and she’s swinging at the waist.
“I feel kind of honored,” Miley laughs, making it sound like it's the best thing in the whole world. But Cassadee can see Miley’s really flattered, so she smiles too and leaves it at that.
“You wanna come to this frozen custard place with me?” Miley asks randomly, and it takes a while for Cassadee to process it. “I’m not digging this party at all.”
Yes! “Oh, I can’t. I should - “
“Aw, come on! It’s gooooood.” Slim fingers wrap themselves around Cassadee’s wrist, tugging her toward the direction of the door. “It’ll be fuuuun.”
Yesyesyes. “All right.” Miley has her out the door before she can give anyone a heads up about where she’s going.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tiffany’s a little old custard place that sells every flavor imaginable. Miley orders Rainbow Burst while Cassadee gets something called Lucy in The Sky with Love. They sit in the corner booth, hidden from view even though there’s really no one here this late.
As Cassadee eats her custard she giggles silently. She thinks, I’m on a “date.” With a girl. Named Miley. Ooh, the boys are sooo going to be jealous. Or they’ll laugh because it’s hilarious. Either one.
“Mm.” Miley takes a big gallop of her brightly colored treat, swallowing it before saying, “You should try this - it’s so fruity!” She takes a big scoop, making choo-choo noises before planting it inside Cassadee’s mouth. She even dabs some on Cassadee’s nose, giggling like some creepy little girl. Cassadee tries to lick it off but can’t reach all the way.
“Can someone come lick this off her?” chortles Miley. “Want me to do it?” She’s clearly joking but at the same time she sounds serious. Cassadee feels serious herself when she answers, “Yeah.”
Miley takes a quick glance around before diving in and Cassadee dies as she feels Miley’s cold tongue lick her nose. Her face is red and Miley’s freaking out.
“. . . I'm stupid. I’m sorry, I just . . . whoo.” Miley’s talking like she’s out of breathe, hands gesturing with each word, her eyes all big and bright that Cassadee just has to ask this question.
“Have you been drinking?” And if you have I will kick you, she wants to add. Miley's too young!
“I wish! Naw, I’m kidding. I’m just hyper.” Miley looks down at the table. “And nervous.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Cassadee says. “And I’m glad you licked my nose because I’d probably be attacked by birds and bugs and people with custard fetishes. Not to mention it was sexy.” She wiggles her eyebrows for added effect and Miley slaps the table, giggling out of control. She has her hands on her chest like she can’t breathe.
“I’ve never thought I’d be doing this with you,” Miley says nonchalantly. Cassadee thinks, me too.
They eat while listening to the radio play some oldies. Cassadee recognizes one of the songs by Lesley Gore. Humming to herself, Cassadee looks up when she feels Miley’s eyes on her.
“What? Something wrong?” she asks.
Miley opens her mouth to reply, stops, and shrugs.
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Stuff.”
“Stuff about what?”
”About things.”
“Stuff about things. I see.”
Miley laughs, shaking her head and Cassadee can’t help but feel she likes making Miley laugh. It sounds nice and makes her feel good in return.
”Come on. It’s obviously bothering you,” Cassadee says.
“It’s nothing. I swear!” Miley hurriedly stuffs her mouth with custard so she doesn't have to talk.
“It’s never nothing with you, Miss Miley,” Cassadee chimes, stealing Miley’s custard. The girl reaches for it but Cassadee holds it over her head, out of reach. “Never!”
“Give it!” Miley gets up on the table and Cassadee laughs, trying to get up and away from Miley until she realizes that, hey, her face is in Miley’s boobs.
Oh.
“Gotcha!” Miley falls back in her seat, unaware that she just gave Cassadee a free peepshow. “Aww, it’s all melted now. You okay?”
“. . . Uh huh.” Cassadee can die right now and be happy.
“You’re lying,” snickers Miley, knees bumping Cassadee’s. She has her spoon out, drawing invisible pictures on the table
“Think it’s time go?” Cassadee says and then immediately regrets it. She doesn’t want to sound like she doesn’t want to be with Miley anymore - because she totally does. “Or we can stay here all night.” Miley gives her a puzzled look, one eyebrow raised. “Unless you have a curfew . . . ?”
Miley just smiles, eyes twinkling and Cassadee has an urge to comment on how a pretty blue-green they are. “I don’t want to, but sooner or later someone’s gonna realize I'm gone and freak out," Miley says. "Especially since I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving . . . Hey, I know this sounds stupid and strange, but can I have your autograph? It’s for Noah, my sister.”
Cassadee looks at the table like she’s expecting a pen and paper to appear. “Er, sure. As long as you promise I can have yours! Uh, I don’t have a pen . . . “
“That's okay.” Her voice is huskier than usual and it kind of startles Cassadee. Next thing she knows, Miley’s leaning across the table kissing her.
Miley’s kissing Cassadee. She’s kissing Miley.
They’ve stolen each other’s lesbian kiss virginity.
Just as Cassadee begins to taste a hint of Rainbow Burst, it’s all over and Miley’s pulling her out of the building and onto the streets.
“Time to go!”
Cassadee floats all the way back to the party, feeling like she’s flying. It’s not until Miley lets her go and they’re both pulled into their respective groups that Cassadee comes back down. She catches a glance of Miley’s smile before another crowd blocks her view.
“Are you on drugs? You look high. Where’ve you been?” Mike asks and Cassadee gives him an insane-looking smile that scares him. “Cass?”
Feeling all proud and mighty, she exclaims it in a loud voice loud enough for Mike to hear, but not loud enough for any paparazzi in disguise to hear. Whether or not he or anyone else chooses to believe her, that’s their problem.
“I made out with Miley Cyrus.”
Life is good.
Author: twilight_rush
Fandom: Hey Monday; Miley Cyrus
Summary: The fact that she’s at the same party as Cassadee, well, that makes her wet her pants and almost faint into a dream where her and Miley are ---
Yeah, that’s too much info.
Pairing: Cassadee Pope/Miley Cyrus
Rated: PG-13
Warning: Femslash, very light swearing
Disclaimer: I am the great pretender. If you’re the above people run far away.
Note: This was orignally posted on miley_slash here. :)
8/21/10: Major edit like yeah.
Just like everyone else in the world, Cassadee has a celebrity crush that involves her daydreaming about how they’ll meet or squeeing inside whenever she sees a picture of them or hears someone talk about them.
The thing is no one - not even her family or close friends - knows about her little celebrity crush. They never will because Cassadee’s pretty sure she’ll get teased for it if they did know. Her petty cries of “I’m serious! It’s not funny. Shut up, assholes,” will fall on deaf ears. She knows it’ll happen; it just seems like the oddest person to have a (major) crush on. Cassadee shouldn’t be ashamed; she’s learned to shrug off what people say, but still.
Clues to Who It Is:
* It’s a girl
* Cassadee’s three years older
* You either love her or hate her
* She has an alter ego named Hannah
That’s right. Cassadee’s infatuated with Miley Cyrus. And she is so not ashamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fact that she’s at the same party (who’s party is it again? Cassadee doesn’t remember. All she knows is a lot of bands and other random celebrities are here) as Cassadee, well, that makes her wet her pants and almost faint into a dream where her and Miley are ---
Yeah, that’s too much info.
Cassadee tells herself to stay calm, stay calm; don’t make a fool of yourself. Cassadee refuses to be one of those girls who cry and can’t breathe in front of someone they like. Not only is she too tough, she really doesn’t feel like doing all that.
So for a whole twenty or thirty (really three) minutes, Cassadee stands by the DJ booth, slowly numbing her ears with deafening music while trying to find the courage to go over and say, “Hey, Miley.”
She puts one foot in front of the other and next thing she knows she’s walking. Long strides, arms swinging. She has her head looking at the floor because she’s pretty sure she’ll lose her newfound courage if she has to look at Miley -
“Oof!” Cassadee stumbles back in horror to see that she's bumped into Miley, causing Miley to spill some of her drink on the floor, and on her chest.
Face burning, Cassadee stutters out, “O-oh my God, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention!” She quickly looks around for a napkin and finding none she randomly steals one from a stranger - “Sorry! - and reaches out to wipe Miley. Just before she can touch her chest, her brain screams you’re about to grope Miley and she awkwardly tosses the napkin on her.
“So you can clean up?” Cassadee turns abruptly to leave without another word. She just made herself look like a dumbass. She can’t talk to her now!
“Wait!” Miley cries before Cassadee can disappear. “Are you . . . omigah, tell me you’re not really her.”
Eyebrows furrowing, Cassadee looks at her like she’s crazy. (Miley is smiling a tad too big and hard.) “I’m not who?” Cassadee asks.
“Hey Monday! You’re Cassadee Pope!” Miley squeals and does a little jig that makes Cassadee want to hug her (appropriately). Miley stops, her cheeks a dusty pink and she’s looking down shyly. “Sorry about that. I - me and my little sister - we love Hey Monday. We were gonna go to ya’ll concert but it kind of sold out on me . . . Heh.”
“I can get you some tickets,” Cassadee blurts without thinking. The only reasonable words going through her head was Miley Cyrus likes my band.
“Really? Seriously? That’d be so awesome,” she cheers, her hands clasped together in front of her. They stand in silence before Cassadee quickly rummages through her brain for something to say.
“So, um.” Cassadee’s rubbing her arm and this goofy smile on her face makes her look high. “Actually, I’m a . . . big fan of yours, too.”
Miley actually looks, shocked, to say the least. “You like me?” She says it in a way that makes Cassadee feel offended, like she’s not good enough to like her. That quickly vanishes when Miley is smiling again, bashful-like, and she’s swinging at the waist.
“I feel kind of honored,” Miley laughs, making it sound like it's the best thing in the whole world. But Cassadee can see Miley’s really flattered, so she smiles too and leaves it at that.
“You wanna come to this frozen custard place with me?” Miley asks randomly, and it takes a while for Cassadee to process it. “I’m not digging this party at all.”
Yes! “Oh, I can’t. I should - “
“Aw, come on! It’s gooooood.” Slim fingers wrap themselves around Cassadee’s wrist, tugging her toward the direction of the door. “It’ll be fuuuun.”
Yesyesyes. “All right.” Miley has her out the door before she can give anyone a heads up about where she’s going.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tiffany’s a little old custard place that sells every flavor imaginable. Miley orders Rainbow Burst while Cassadee gets something called Lucy in The Sky with Love. They sit in the corner booth, hidden from view even though there’s really no one here this late.
As Cassadee eats her custard she giggles silently. She thinks, I’m on a “date.” With a girl. Named Miley. Ooh, the boys are sooo going to be jealous. Or they’ll laugh because it’s hilarious. Either one.
“Mm.” Miley takes a big gallop of her brightly colored treat, swallowing it before saying, “You should try this - it’s so fruity!” She takes a big scoop, making choo-choo noises before planting it inside Cassadee’s mouth. She even dabs some on Cassadee’s nose, giggling like some creepy little girl. Cassadee tries to lick it off but can’t reach all the way.
“Can someone come lick this off her?” chortles Miley. “Want me to do it?” She’s clearly joking but at the same time she sounds serious. Cassadee feels serious herself when she answers, “Yeah.”
Miley takes a quick glance around before diving in and Cassadee dies as she feels Miley’s cold tongue lick her nose. Her face is red and Miley’s freaking out.
“. . . I'm stupid. I’m sorry, I just . . . whoo.” Miley’s talking like she’s out of breathe, hands gesturing with each word, her eyes all big and bright that Cassadee just has to ask this question.
“Have you been drinking?” And if you have I will kick you, she wants to add. Miley's too young!
“I wish! Naw, I’m kidding. I’m just hyper.” Miley looks down at the table. “And nervous.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Cassadee says. “And I’m glad you licked my nose because I’d probably be attacked by birds and bugs and people with custard fetishes. Not to mention it was sexy.” She wiggles her eyebrows for added effect and Miley slaps the table, giggling out of control. She has her hands on her chest like she can’t breathe.
“I’ve never thought I’d be doing this with you,” Miley says nonchalantly. Cassadee thinks, me too.
They eat while listening to the radio play some oldies. Cassadee recognizes one of the songs by Lesley Gore. Humming to herself, Cassadee looks up when she feels Miley’s eyes on her.
“What? Something wrong?” she asks.
Miley opens her mouth to reply, stops, and shrugs.
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Stuff.”
“Stuff about what?”
”About things.”
“Stuff about things. I see.”
Miley laughs, shaking her head and Cassadee can’t help but feel she likes making Miley laugh. It sounds nice and makes her feel good in return.
”Come on. It’s obviously bothering you,” Cassadee says.
“It’s nothing. I swear!” Miley hurriedly stuffs her mouth with custard so she doesn't have to talk.
“It’s never nothing with you, Miss Miley,” Cassadee chimes, stealing Miley’s custard. The girl reaches for it but Cassadee holds it over her head, out of reach. “Never!”
“Give it!” Miley gets up on the table and Cassadee laughs, trying to get up and away from Miley until she realizes that, hey, her face is in Miley’s boobs.
Oh.
“Gotcha!” Miley falls back in her seat, unaware that she just gave Cassadee a free peepshow. “Aww, it’s all melted now. You okay?”
“. . . Uh huh.” Cassadee can die right now and be happy.
“You’re lying,” snickers Miley, knees bumping Cassadee’s. She has her spoon out, drawing invisible pictures on the table
“Think it’s time go?” Cassadee says and then immediately regrets it. She doesn’t want to sound like she doesn’t want to be with Miley anymore - because she totally does. “Or we can stay here all night.” Miley gives her a puzzled look, one eyebrow raised. “Unless you have a curfew . . . ?”
Miley just smiles, eyes twinkling and Cassadee has an urge to comment on how a pretty blue-green they are. “I don’t want to, but sooner or later someone’s gonna realize I'm gone and freak out," Miley says. "Especially since I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving . . . Hey, I know this sounds stupid and strange, but can I have your autograph? It’s for Noah, my sister.”
Cassadee looks at the table like she’s expecting a pen and paper to appear. “Er, sure. As long as you promise I can have yours! Uh, I don’t have a pen . . . “
“That's okay.” Her voice is huskier than usual and it kind of startles Cassadee. Next thing she knows, Miley’s leaning across the table kissing her.
Miley’s kissing Cassadee. She’s kissing Miley.
They’ve stolen each other’s lesbian kiss virginity.
Just as Cassadee begins to taste a hint of Rainbow Burst, it’s all over and Miley’s pulling her out of the building and onto the streets.
“Time to go!”
Cassadee floats all the way back to the party, feeling like she’s flying. It’s not until Miley lets her go and they’re both pulled into their respective groups that Cassadee comes back down. She catches a glance of Miley’s smile before another crowd blocks her view.
“Are you on drugs? You look high. Where’ve you been?” Mike asks and Cassadee gives him an insane-looking smile that scares him. “Cass?”
Feeling all proud and mighty, she exclaims it in a loud voice loud enough for Mike to hear, but not loud enough for any paparazzi in disguise to hear. Whether or not he or anyone else chooses to believe her, that’s their problem.
“I made out with Miley Cyrus.”
Life is good.