Summary: Without Jake in her life, Miley's ready to focus on what really matters. When Hannah Montana is asked to go touring with Oliver, Lilly feels more than a little left out. What lengths will she go to for the attention she deserves?

Lilly

Waking up in a plane after ten hours of flying was not fun. A numb butt, a tight space, uncomfortable clothing, and a sore neck all to surprise a boyfriend in Europe. I sure hoped Oliver knew how lucky he was.

"Lilly," Miley said, turning to me, "don't you worry. We'll be landing in twenty minutes tops."

"You said that twenty minutes ago!" I screamed. "I'm going for a walk."

It's kinda hard to walk around a private jet since there isn't much space, but I tried my best to make it a few feet before we hit turbulence. Just my luck.

When we finally landed, we were rushed off to Oliver's concert just in time for the last few minutes. It was amazing to watch him having so much fun, almost enough for me to forget the trouble we went through to get here. Almost.

"Lilly!" Oliver called, pulling me into a hug and swinging me around. I couldn't help but smile as his lips met mine. "What are you guys doing here? I thought you weren't coming for another week."

"We wanted to surprise you," I said, smiling. "Surprise!"

I let go as Oliver stopped to hug Miley. "I can't believe you guys are here," Oliver said.

"So where's the party?" I asked.

That party all night and sleep all day thing was nowhere near as much fun as it seemed. The partying pretty much consisted of Oliver hanging out with his band members with a bunch of pretty girls in tight tops and short skirts congratulating him on his set, and me standing next to him trying to get his attention. The sleeping consisted of staying in an awesome suite that would have been perfect had it had more than one bed that wasn't being used by two teenage girls and a rock band.

When Oliver finally woke up the following morning, it was just after 2 p.m. and I was getting annoyed.

"What's wrong, Lilly Pop?" Oliver asked, kissing me.

"When are we actually going to spend time together?" I asked.

"We've been spending time together," Oliver replied.

"I mean time together without all the adoring fans or the band members or Miley," I said. "I mean time with just the two of us."

"We will," Oliver said, pulling me to him. "All the hype will die down in a little while."

"And how long is that gonna take?" I asked.

"I don't know," Oliver replied. "Not too long, I promise."

Not too long turned into a week, turned into two weeks, and soon I was stuck standing behind the scenes as I watched my best friend and my boyfriend steal the spotlight. Usually, I didn't care, but now I was getting fed up. It was about time that people started noticing me. I had an idea.