01 - Together again

The only thing Miley heard as she pulled on her baby pink shirt, having all ready redressed herself in her gray pants and pink tennis shoes that matched her top, was a sigh from her friend outside.

"Oh would you can it, Oliver? I'm almost done." She said with a roll of her eyes before stepping out of the dressing room.

"Why didn't you ask Lily to come shopping with you? I'm not a girl! I'm a guy! I do guy stuff! You know, like...surf and...skateboard and...work on my hot guy bod and...stuff..."

Miley looked at Oliver flatly, finding little amusement in his statement. "Yeah, you're just an original surfer slash skater slash body buffer dude." She rolled her eyes yet again before walking to the register.

"So uh..." The brunette boy began. "Find anything nice for...you know..." He then continued in a whisper. "Hannah Montana?"

"Oh yeah! I found the cutest pink pumps! Oh and this adorable mini-"

"OK, OK! I didn't ask for the details!"

While grabbing her bags, Miley shot Oliver a harsh look and then shoved said bags into his arms. "This is the last time I take you shopping with me."

"Yeah that's what you said the last time. And the time before that, and the time before, and the time before-"

"OK, I didn't ask for the details." She said mockingly with a fake grin.

"Oh my God! Look who it is!" An unfamiliar voice in a rather large pack of girls, and some boys, that were now surrounding the entrance of the mall caused Miley to panic and rush behind Oliver, thinking that the hoard of teenagers was after her.

"Quick, hide me!"

"Chill out," He said, and then added casually, "It's just Mikayla." And then, he too panicked. "Holy Mother, its Mikayla!"

Miley peaked out from behind her friend's back, seeing the familiar fair face and dark brown locks of her rival. Or rather, her half rival, half friend. She then groaned. "Oh no, not again. Just spending that one day with her after I nearly got her fired off Jakes new movie was pure agony."

A confused looked crossed Oliver's face. "I thought you said she was actually nice?"

"I was lying!" Miley instantly shouted, although now was the moment when she was actually lying. In all actuality after spending that afternoon with Mikayla, she had mixed feelings about the girl. I mean, to Hannah Montana, she was the rudest, nastiest, most annoying person in the world, but to Miley she was like a second Lily. They had so much in common it was almost scary.

"Maybe she won't notice you?" As soon as Oliver said that, as if Mikayla had heard it, she looked over at them to see a rather amusing picture of Miley cowering behind Oliver like a frightened puppy.

A bright smile took over her glossed lips as she waved at them and pushed through the crowd, not taking the consideration of the people surrounding her into mind. "Hey Miley, is that you?"

She jogged up to them, stopping soon after to which Miley slowly made her way out from behind Oliver and falsely grinned. "Mikayla! So nice to see you again! What a coincidence! I was just leaving, though. See you later, bye!"

Mikayla said as she grabbed onto Miley's arm after she nearly ran away, an almost charming smile replacing her once sweet one. "I haven't seen you for weeks. You can spare a few minutes for a friend, right?"

Miley almost found herself swearing under her breath as she spun around and said with fake sweetness dripping off her words, "Of course! So...what's up?"

"Oh, you won't believe what happened!"

"You finally got voice lessons?"

Mikayla responded with a confused look. "What?"

"I said you finally quit those voice lessons? I mean, your voice is all ready perfect as it is!"

The brunette then grinned again. "Aw, you're so sweet!" When Mikayla pulled her into a hug Miley saw, out of the corner of her eye, Oliver sneaking away toward the doors, her bags still in his hands. She, still in the tight embrace, attempted to grab the collar of his shirt, but failed rather miserably. However, feeling her "friend" practically jerking away, Mikayla pulled back and followed Miley's eyesight, a smile shooting over her features yet again.

"Great, now it can just be us girls." She said as she grabbed onto Miley's wrist and began pulling her away.

"Yup! Just peachy!" Miley said sarcastically, holding back an agitated sigh. "Oh, right, what's this big news you were talking about?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." She then stopped and her face showed utter excitement. "Jake Ryan...asked me out!"

Miley gawked at that. She was sure that had she been eating or drinking something, she would've spit it out immediately. "Rival slash friend say what?"

"I said Jake asked me out! I knew that cuddling in Antarctica would pay off." The brunette said, apparently overly proud of herself.

This time, Miley didn't refrain from swearing under her breath. "That's great! You...him...together...it's just...great!"

"I mean, I know you two were a couple and all but I figured since you were the one who dumped him that it didn't matter. And since the movie set incident Jake said that you'd gotten over him. You don't mind, right?"

"Of course not! Why would I?" And amazingly, there was some truth in that. Unlike the last time, the thought of Jake and Mikayla together didn't raise any anger or jealousy inside her. Still, she didn't want to imagine it. For some reason the thought of them hugging, or God forbid doing anything else, made her a little woozy.

When Mikayla's phone rang, she excused herself before flipping it open. "Yeah? OK...what? What?! Cancel it! I don't care; there is no way I'm performing with her tonight! Well do something. You're my manager; you're supposed to pull strings and stuff!" She then groaned. "Fine."

After nearly snapping her phone in half when she closed it, she turned to Miley with an almost icy look. "You wouldn't believe what just-"

Miley's own phone then went off, and she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, wait a minute, K?"

"OK..."

Upon opening her phone, Miley said, "Hey, Daddy."

"Got some bad news, bud." Said daddy said in his Tennessee accent. "You know that performance on that award show tonight?"

"Yeah?"

"Mikayla's going to be there."

Miley couldn't stop herself from dropping her phone even if she wanted to.