A/N: Don't take Lilly's vent on Nick as anything personal. Personally, I'm in love with the boy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Hannah Montana, or Jonas Brothers related.
"…the most annoying, insufferable, conceited jerk I've ever had the displeasure to meet!" I finished my rant breathing heavily. My friend Miley was looking at me deeply amused.
I had just been venting about my extreme dislike for one Nick Jonas. I had gone to Miley to vent, because she and him kinda had some freak flirty-type thing going on the first time she met him. Then again, she first met him while she was Hannah Montana. Well, whatever. The fact of the matter was I knew Miley would be there to listen. She didn't hate Nick—on the contrary, they were good friends. Yet I guess since I had been her friend for the past—what was it? Four years?—she felt the need to remain loyal to me.
And I was immensely grateful for it. I completely take back any negative thoughts I may have ever thought about her. With her just sitting here, listening, she was a true friend.
…that was a complete unintentional link to one of her songs.
Just as I was about to tell Miley exactly how much it meant to me that she was letting me complain to her, I heard her let out a little laugh.
"…what?" I asked. Miley tried to conceal a smile, but failed miserably as a huge grin cracked onto her face. "Whaaaaaat?"
"I'm sorry, but," she snorted. Nice, Miley. Very lady-like. "It just sounds to me like you're pining after him."
Hold up. Rewind. What did she just say?
"Pining?" I said, my voice hitching up several decibels. "Miley, were you not listening? Didn't you hear the part where I said I'd rather be Rico's slave for the rest of my life then be stuck in a room with Nick for five minutes?"
"Hmm…to me, it sounded more like, 'Oh Miley, I completely fell head over heels for Nicholas Jerry Jonas, and I need him now,'" Miley joked.
"Your brain's malfunctioning; that got totally L-I-T."
"L-I-T?"
"Lost in Translation…"
"I know that," Miley laughed. "I just never thought you'd use a phrase like that."
"I'm full of surprises," I said, shrugging.
"Which just adds fuel to my fire that you like Nick," Miley said, while smiling mischievously.
"Please excuse me while I go hit my head on something pointy," I said.
I made to get up, but Miley quickly grabbed my wrist and sat me down.
"Lilly, come on, he isn't a bad guy," Miley said. "Why do you even dislike him anyway?"
"Because when you're not around, the 'angel' act dissipates," I said. "He's a full-blown jerk. I think he's like…schizo or bipolar."
Miley sighed.
"Lilly, I'm afraid you'll just have to learn how to get along with Nick," she said. I gave her a confused look.
"Uhm, why?" I asked.
"Uh…no reason, no reason at all!" she said quickly.
"Miley Ray…," I started.
"Lilly, shouldn't you be heading home?" Miley asked. "Uh, I'll call you later. I have to ask you something."
"Why later?" I asked. "Why not now?"
"Because I want to make sure I'm not within reach for you to strangle me," Miley said, somewhat nervously. "Now, shoo."
I shot her a weird look. Shrugging, I grabbed my Hurley hoodie and walked into the slightly chilly air. I began my walk home, my mind focused on what Miley could possibly ask me, and why I'd strangle her for it.
Maybe she broke my skateboard…well, I wouldn't exactly strangle her for that, and I have a lot of extra boards. This definitely had me stumped. I was about three seconds away from getting the whole cliché, lost-in-thought getup (tapping chin, stroking "beard," stuff like that) when I bumped into someone. I looked up to apologize…
…but immediately stopped when I saw who—I'm sorry, I meant what—the offending object was.
Him.
I guess I never did get around to mentioning that he lived in my neighborhood. Well, he did. Along with his three brothers and parents.
You see, Kevin was a wicked awesome guy. He was basically the guy I could sit down with and talk to for hours. Joe was hilarious, and not to mention incredibly cute. It'd be safe to say that I like him.
So take that, Miley.
And Frankie was just Frankie. You couldn't dislike him no matter how hard you tried, he was so adorable.
But, Nick? I hated him with every fiber of my being. He made me want to shoot myself in the foot.
"Oh, hey," Nick said, flashing me a cocky grin. Ooh, I really wanted to punch him. I gave an involuntary jerk of the head and stepped to the side. "At a lost for words? I see that often happens when I'm around you."
I snorted and continued walking. To my dismay, Nick decided to follow me. He fell into step next to me. I tried my hardest to ignore the walking, talking slug beside me.
"Joe's been wondering why you haven't been around," Nick said, almost conversationally. "Why haven't you?"
"You," I stated simply.
"Me?" Nick said, then broke out in another annoying grin. "Oh, I see. You're so smothered when I'm around. You feel like you want to tear my clothes off."
"You're sick," I snapped.
"But am I telling the truth?"
"No, you're rambling on delusionally. Just shut up and leave me alone."
"Look, Lilly, I know you like me, so just admit it."
"I refuse."
"So, you do?"
"No, I don't want to entertain your fantasies any longer!" I screamed. I turned to face him. Ugh, I just hated him so much. "Leave me alone, you insensitive prick!" I huffed and made my way into my house.
Grumbling about my hatred for Nick, I climbed the stairs. Just as I entered my room, I felt my cell vibrate. I looked at the screen before I opened it.
One New Text: Miley
I eagerly opened it.
so, plz dont kill me.
Confused, I texted back.
Why would I kill you?
Not even a minute later, I received: cuz hannah is goin on tour w/ the jobros
I was still incredibly confused. What did I care that Miley was going to go on tour with them? I mean, I felt a little jealous that she was going to be spending so much time with Kevin and Joe. But then, sympathy—as well as a deep gratitude towards karma—arose as I remembered that Nick would be there, too. Yet, I still didn't know why that should affect me. My phone vibrated once more, and I opened the text from Miley.
lola is coming 2.
Oh, for the love of God.
A/N: Well, that's the first chapter! What do you think? Any thoughts/suggestions?
Oh, and who likes this thought for the Nilly/Jola thing:
Joe and Lola date for just a bit, Lilly's other identity ISN'T revealed on tour. Nick just begins to get to her through texting Lilly, who is actually Lola, but he doesn't know that.
If you understood that…well, good for you, cuz I sure didn't…