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Chapter One

"So Miley, what do ya say? Go out with me?" Jake asked for the millionth time. Miley ran agitated fingers through her chestnut locks.

"Jake…"

"You won't get anyone hotter than me."

"The truth is, I'm not into your type," Miley sighed, formulating a hasty, desperate plan that could possibly ruin the rest of her high school career.

"I'm the perfect guy, come on," he said again and grinned his 'irresistible' move star grin. As Hannah, she was accustomed to that sort of thing so she was completely unaffected.

"I'm a lesbian!" she blurted out. In truth, she was bisexual, but nobody else knew that. Who cared at this point? Jake had been harassing her ever since that first stupid flower.

"I'm the cure!"

"I have a girlfriend!" Her desperate tone caught his predatory-like attention and he smirked, obviously not believing her. In an attempt to throw him off, she scanned the crowd wildly for any female she could find.

"Who?"

"Lilly!" she cried finally, seeing her blonde best friend weaving through the wave of basketball boys.

"You're dating Lilly?" Jake asked in confusion.

"You're dat- What?" Lilly whisper-yelled to Miley, eyes widened and shocked expression on her beautiful face.

"Isn't that right, Lils? We're dating, and you'd absolutely hate it if I started going out with Jake," the brunette said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah," she agreed as what was going on finally dawned her. She poked Jake hard in the chest. "So step off mah woman!"

Jake, still trying to wrap his brain around this new bit of information, said nothing, only stumbled backward before he turned around and walked away. Miley giggled hysterically until Lilly thwapped her on the arm.

"Since I'm dating you, how the heck am I gonna go to Prom with Casey?"

"Spacey Casey? You're way too good for him anyway, Lils," Miley sighed, trying to discourage the fear from rising inside of her chest. She could not have Jake finding out they weren't really going on. She gave Lilly a begging, hopeful look, eliciting a reluctant sigh from the blonde surfer. "We don't even have to change how we hang out or anything! Just… hold my hand at school when Jake's looking or whatever. Please Lilly! I introduced you to Tony Crow last week!"

"Tony Hawk," Lilly corrected as her resolve began to weaken. "Fine, Miley. But you owe me a week's worth of nachos. And not what you would eat in a week either. What I would eat in a week."

"Fine," she grumbled, her wallet already feeling significantly emptier. Lilly's stomach began to roar. "I guess you wanna start now."

Rico's nachos were extremely overpriced and totally not the best which is why Miley didn't see how Lilly continued to inhale a few days' worth of allowance in nachos. Her heart skipped a beat as she began to study her best friend. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, sparkling in the sun. Miley's fingers began to twitch at her sides, and she wanted, weirdly, so badly just to comb her fingers through the blonde hair. The brunette's eyes wandered over Lilly's smooth skin; Lillian Truscott had a beautiful face. Lilly's oceanic eyes sparkled, swirled, invited Miley to drown in their beautiful depths. Miley's heart began to sputter in her chest as confusion washed over her like an unexpected wave. Those beautiful oceanic eyes of her best friend narrowed in her direction.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Uh… You have b- You have something on your face," Miley said, clearing her throat. She watched in amusement as Lilly scrubbed at her face trying to get the nonexistent speck off.

"Did I get it?" Lilly asked, hand stilling on her cheek. Deciding to tease her best friend some more, Miley shook her head. It only made Lilly groan. "You do it then."

A thrill danced up Miley's spine. She ignored it, however, and leaned over to wipe 'it' from her cheek. The ex-popstar reveled in the smooth skin beneath her fingertips, slowly brushing the pads of her fingers over a spot on Lilly's cheek. Realizing she'd been doing that for more than was necessary, she cleared her throat, huskily muttering a 'Got it.' She felt the heat creeping up in her cheeks.

"I gotta go, Lils. Text me later," Miley called as she dashed off toward her house, barely hearing Lilly's mumble of agreement.

*L*I*L*E*Y*

Seventeen-year-old Miley Stewart was hiding. Hiding like a three year old from a vacuum cleaner. Or a dog… Her earphones shut out any other noises as her favorite song filtered through the speakers. She let her eyes flutter shut as she concentrated only on the lyrics and the lead singer's voice. The cell phone she'd switched on silent hours ago blinked with unread messages and missed calls. Blue eyes opened to stare unseeingly at her wall. Suddenly, a flash of gold appeared from underneath the balcony. Confusion and curiosity settled in but she didn't move. A figure appeared silhouetted in the moonlight. The curves were familiar to her.

Lilly…

"Mile," she said softly as she sat beside her on the bed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking about Prom," the brunette replied easily, taking the earphones out of her ears so she could give Lilly her full attention.

"Worried that Jake will find out we're not a real couple?"

"Yeah," she lied. For once, if Lilly saw through her, she didn't comment.

"You haven't answered any of my texts or calls," the blonde commented. Miley turned tired blue eyes on her best friend. "Okay. Wanna watch a movie? I brought one with me."

Miley smiled genuinely. "Sounds good, Lils."