AN: Hello, all! This isn't a LillyxKevin, though Lilly is with one of the Jonas Brothers! Not telling who, though…

Lilly's POV

God! Can't Miley shut up? It's Hannah this, and Hannah that! It's insane! Wait, what did she say? "Lilly! Didn't you hear me?" I shook my head.

"I'm going on tour with the Jonas Brothers! Well, Hannah is." I nodded and faked a smile like I was happy for her. "Don't you know what that means?"

"No, Miley, I don't. And I really don't care. Cause I'm sick of hearing about Hannah." I yelled. I regretted it for a second when she looked hurt, but I realized that the time had come for me to tell her how I really felt. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.

"Miley, I can't stand it anymore! You are always talking about Hannah. And if it's not Hannah, you're complaining about how you can't go to a party, how you're failing Biology, how your dad gets you dorky clothes or how your dad won't buy you a Z-phone. I am so sick of it!" I ran out of the house and back home to my bedroom.

I picked up my guitar and opened my lyric journal to the song I wrote last night.

"I'm back here,
Watching you sing
I carry the bags,
You rock out the show

Sitting in the backseat
While you take the front,
You smile for your friends,
While I only play my guitar
So you can keep on going

Just once,
I want to sit
In the front seat
Don't have to drive
Just want to feel alive
So sick of the backseat

I'm tired of always being
Only the dopey sidekick
While you're always
The teen pop sensation

Sitting in the backseat
While you take the front,
You smile for your friends,
While I only play my guitar
So you can keep on going

So you can keep on going,
Just singing, singing
Your meaningless songs

Just once,
I want to sit
In the front seat
Don't have to drive
Just want to feel alive
So sick of the backseat

While you sit up front,
Why don't I take the back
Cause with you,
I'm always stuck
In the backseat

Just once,
I want to sit
In the front seat
Don't have to drive
Just want to feel alive
So sick of the backseat."

My mom had come upstairs while I was singing and knocked on my door when I was done. "Lilly, there's some new neighbors. Would you mind going over and greeting them?" I groaned but agreed, before standing up and going over to my closet. I looked through my clothes and settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black Paramore t-shirt, and a pair of black Converses.

I walked downstairs only to find her glaring at me. "Lillian Elizabeth Truscott! Go get into something acceptable!"

"This is acceptable. It's within the school dress code." She rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Come on, they're right next door."

AN: "Backseat" is mine. I wrote it.