A/N: You guys should undoubtedly hate me right now. Seriously. My only excuse for not updating antidote was from a lack of ideas and direction. I'm still not sure where I'm going with it. This idea has been in my head for a while, so I thought I'd switch over to a new project. I'm not abandoning Antidote, just taking a break…

In this story, everyone knows Miley Stewart is Hannah Montana.

Miley, Demi, Mikayla, Nick – 15

Joe-17

Kevin- 19

"So you wanna be just like
So you wanna be just like
Think you wanna be just like me

Everybody's watching me
It's not as easy as it seems
To be a super super
To be super supergirl"

She finished the song with one last dance move, placing her right hand on her waist and swinging her hips to the left. Glancing up at the crowd slyly, she gave them one last sultry wink and blew a kiss. The crowd was cheering deafeningly. It was an experience that could be overwhelming to any novice performer, inspiring to someone who had been doing this for their whole entire career. However, fifteen year-old Miley Stewart felt none of that.

She was concentrating on three things. One, how she was going to get out tomorrow's charity event with her self-declared frenemy, Mikayla. She had the second biggest ego in all of the teen pop industry. Of course, 'Hannah Montana' had the biggest… She was just better at hiding it. Number Two, how many times she would have to wash her thick hair that was bunched into this disgusting wig cap. Hannah Montana may have lustrous blonde tresses, but every performance was making Miley Stewart's hair more tangle-y and difficult to manage. Number three; however was the biggest issue currently occupying her mind. It had to do with the disapproving look her manager was giving her from backstage. She couldn't even see it from the position she was in, but nonetheless knew it was there. Miley rolled her eyes as she felt herself descending into the floor, signifying the end of tonight's concert. So what if she had dipped her hips a little too low on 'Nobody's perfect' and had eye sex with her lead guitarist during 'See you again'? It was practically nothing compared to the stuff she usually did… Just because her target audience was a bunch of 9 year old girls, it doesn't mean she can't have a little fun on stage… Welcome to the real world, kids.

"Miley Ray Stewart! May I remind you that you are entertaining innocent little girls?! Not seducing thirty-year old men!"

Miley smirked, pulling off her wig and shaking her damp hair out. The few 'thirty-year old men' in her audience had looked pretty darn happy to her. She opened her mouth to retort, but realized it would just get her into deeper trouble with her manager. Thinking for a moment, she settled on a more satisfying comeback. "Honestly, Brenda. Couldn't you have waited until we got into my dressing room to start your bitching? Does the whole crew really need to know you're just as bitter as you look?"

The middle-aged brunette's mouth flew open in shock.

Miley grinned in satisfaction, leaning forward with a whisper. "Don't forget who signs your paycheck, hun. I don't give a shit what my parents say, I give even less of a shit about what the label wants. I own you, so just do yourself a favor and follow my rules. Your life would go a hell of a lot easier."

Ignoring the stunned looks she received from crew members, she turned on her heel and haughtily strutted towards her dressing room. Once she reached it she slammed her door behind her, immediately eliminating the screams of still-mesmerized fans and congratulations of everyone backstage.

"Fuck this."

Plopping down into her director's chair she faced her somnolent reflection. She looked like crap, if she could say so herself. She smiled, just to see if she could see any trace of liveliness left in her once bright blue eyes; there was none. Groaning loudly, she sighed pathetically. What had changed in so little time!?

Her iphone vibrated on the counter, jarring her from her trance. She tiredly grabbed it, opening up the text message from Joe.

'Hey hoe. Party at 8. Dont bring Demi. –Joe'

Miley groaned, not bothering to text back. He knew she would be there. She never missed a party if she was in town. Partying was what she lived for these days. However, she was a bit torn at the last part of his text. Demi Torres was her best friend. A bit of a prude, sure, and a major goody two shoes; but she was the only real friend Miley actually had. Not mention the only one of her friends her parents still trusted. She could go anywhere with Demi. Rolling her eyes, she chuckled. Joe could suck it. No way was her mom letting her out of the house without her token 'chaperone'.

After showering and changing into a fresh pair of low-cut skinny jeans and tank top, she sought out to find her mom. After a ten minute search of backstage the large venue she found Tish, talking to Brenda. Miley obnoxiously cleared her throat, causing the both of them to turn. Her manager shrank back timidly as her mom gave her a questioningly look.

Miley gave them a sickeningly sweet smile and batted her eyelashes. "Momma, I'm not exactly feeling up to the charity event tomorrow… Would it be alright if I skipped it just this once?"

Tish turned to her, not buying it for a second. "Miley! You have missed EIGHT charity functions in the past 3 months. OUT OF TEN! The record label isn't happy with your behavior and they are DEFINITELY not going to allow you to 'skip' any more events."

"But momma!"

Tish threw up her hands exasperatedly. "No Miley! I'm not allowing it. You will go tomorrow, you will not be late, and you will fake enjoying it. Just like I'm faking my patience with you right now."

Miley snorted. "Well you sure as hell aren't doing a good job at it."

Her mother shook her head. "What has gotten into you lately?! You had better be thankful for the grace the company is showing towards you. With the way you've been acting I'd fire you in a second!"

Crossing her arms stubbornly, Miley noticed that Brenda had cowered away and was no longer present. "The record company would be stupid to fire me! I bring them more money than all of their other artists put together!"

Tish sighed. "You know what Miley? I'm sick of this. You do whatever the hell you want. But you will be there tomorrow, bright and early at 8am."

With that, Tish turned her back to Miley and walked away. Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, Miley resisted the urge to go back and flip her mother off. Just who did she think she was?!

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That night, Miley walked next door to the Gray mansion, her heels clacking obnoxiously against the pavement. Demi groaned from behind her. "Could you slow down!? I'm in sneakers here and I still can't keep up with you!"

Stopping on the pavement she turned and put her hands on her hips. "Demiii!!" Miley whined. "Couldn't you have at least put on a pair of heels or something!? You look like a little kid!"

Catching her breath as she stopped next to Miley, Demi put her arms out and glanced down at her outfit with a grin. She had on a plaid mini-skirt, black leggings, a black t-shirt and sneakers with hearts on them. Making a face at Miley and sticking out her tongue playfully, she giggled.

"I am a kid!"

Stepping back, she observed Miley's outfit with a horrified expression. "You, on the other hand look a freaking hooker." She reached forward, grabbing the ends of Miley's dress and attempting to pull it down past her butt.

Miley laughed at her friend's motherly instincts. Swatting her hands away, she grabbed them and pulled her towards the door. "Come on already! It's already midnight! Plus we've got that charity thing tomorrow."

They neared the house, music blaring loudly already. You could hear shouts and see teenagers dancing dirtily in the windows of the front room. Not bothering to ring the doorbell, Miley pushed open the door and strutted inside, dragging a somewhat timid Demi behind her. The house was packed like crazy with teenagers, some famous some not. Fame didn't matter right now. The only thing on their minds were how drunk they could get and what was being dealt in the basement. Miley's eyes lit up as soon as she entered the musty atmosphere. An intoxicated Joe came up behind them, putting his arms around them both.

"Mileyyy! It's about fucking time." He turned to Demi with a disgusted look. "I thought I told you notttt to bring little miss I'm too good for everyone here?"

Miley sighed, taking a beer from someone passing by and taking a big gulp of it. "I always bring her, dufus. You know that. Deal with it."

Demi glared at him. "Besides, in a few more minutes you'll be so wasted that you won't even remember I was here."

Joe grinned, giving her an up-down. Stepping awfully close to her, he put his hand on her side. "You wanna go to my room in those few minutes? I would love to bang you for the heck of it and not ever remember it happened."

Demi shoved him roughly, causing him to stumble back in his drunken state. "Perv!"

She stalked off, while Miley shot her an apologetic look.

I really didn't want to end it here, but I need to go to bed haha. I really wanted to post this new story tonight =)

Please review! It would mean the world to me.

Also, if you have any ideas about Antidote, feel free to message me. I'll update faster when I get enough ideas!!!

Xoxo,

Milana

I less than 3 you all =D