A/N: Ok it took a lot of restraining on my part to not start another story and especially re write a movie and... it didn't work, cause I really like this movie. For those of you that watch R rated movies, you'd know what I'm talking about and what this movie is. It's rather hard to turn something like this into a Liley, but I think it's coming along well. Anyway, some of it is word for word and some of it has some time skips. I didn't want to follow it exactly cause that would take lots a time. Well ok, so mostly it'll be my favorite parts, which pretty much the whole movie was my favorite thing. But each chp will have several scenes from the movie...which are my favorites mostly.

Anywho, this is just a preview, that's why it's so short. Oh and Abby = Miley, Mike Chadway = Lilly. Hope you enjoy and if I get enough reviews (at least four) I'll post more...

Oh, disclaimer: I here by do not own Hannah Montana or the movie The Ugly Truth...blah blah...

The Ugly Truth: Liley Style

Miley's POV-

The day started out like any other ordinary day for me, a producer. Getting phone calls on my way out the door and on the way to work. It always annoyed the hell out of me. Why couldn't they just wait until I got to work and see them face to face? Although when I did, it was the same as their phone calls; bitter, annoyed about their jobs and just ugly.

"Good morning." My friend Joy, greeted me, as she suddenly appeared at my side with a cup of coffee for me.

"Morning." I replied, happily taking the coffee.

"We've got problems." She told me as we walked and talked.

"There are no problems Joy, only solutions." I tried to tell her. Then she explained to me how the traffic camera is down and we have none for a segment. I stopped shortly for a moment. "That is a problem. Call Matt at media labs, he's got some sky cams...where are all my weather men?"

"Right here." Joy told me, as we walked through a room full of several men.

"Ah hello! Thank you all for coming. You guys look great. Thanks for bein here." I told them as I walk through, followed by Joy, who immediately walked up to me and spoke softly.

"Is there a reason they're all over weight?"

"Well they get the forecast wrong, research shows people aren't willing to give work to a fat guy." I sighed. Then I was stopped by Larry, our newsman. And Joy continued to rush off and work.

Larry had a lot to tell me about working with his wife as his co-anchor. I calmed him down by telling him how big his balls were and he agreed then continued on with work. Once I got to my office. A few other people were arguing about what to put on the news next. I simply pulled out my whistle and they stopped to listen.

Next came the cooking segment of the news. It started out great and turned out to be a great chicken dish, until the chef said it was duck instead. A great substitute and tastes the same as chicken. After hearing that, Georgia, Larry's wife and co-anchor, laughed it off a little, but froze in the process. I cut the news to an early break while she pulled the shock together and then began yelling my name.

After the show today that I thought had been going well so far, Stuart, my boss wanted to see me in is office during the break, telling me how low the ratings have been lately. I told him I would rally and later that day decided I should stay home that night and think of more ideas for the show. Joy disagreed, telling me that I can't cancel on my date that night for the third time.

The restaurant was real nice, but my date turned into a disaster. When I got home, my cat walked around my legs. "Don't ask." It was as simple as that. How would I find anyone if I'm so prepared and controlling?

Once I was ready for bed, I began making my blanket and pillows all straight so I could sleep on them. I don't know why, but it was a weird habit. Suddenly my cat jumped on the bed and stepped on the remote. He turned it to some show I had never seen before but it certainly looked interesting. A woman with long blond hair began talking.

"And we're back with The Ugly Truth. Where tonight, we're gonna be talking about what it is, men and women really want, in relationships."

It looked odd, yet intriguing. After all, it was her own cable show. Then she picked up several books.

"Now I've been looking through some books. Smart Women, Foolish Choices. Er." Then she threw it onto a grill and said another. "Men Who Love Women, Who Hate Them. Er." She grunted, throwing that onto the grill as well. Then mentioned a third book. In the meantime I looked at a few books on my bedside table with some of the same titles, now a bit annoyed. Annoyed? At who? "Women, Hating Men, Who Love Women, Who Hate Loving Men. Huh. Billions and billions wasted, on psycho, babble bullshit. Now listen up guys, cause I'm only gonna say this once. And it is just three little words, haha,"

The lady said, as she poured some liquid on the books. Then set the container down and then flipped her hair out of the way, then looked at the camera.

"Women are simple." She lit a match and dropped it on the books, causing a small fire. "We cannot be trained. All this women are from Venus crap, is a waste of your time and money. You wanna be a lonely bitch, stuck in your parents house till you're 60, that's fine. Keep reading these stupid books. But if you want a relationship, then here's how you get one, it's called a stair master." Now that caught me off guard and I was appalled. Somehow I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. "Get on it and get some abs and get some trashy boxers and briefs while you're at it. Because at the end of the day, all we're interested in is looks. And no one falls in love with your personality at first sight. We fall in love with your big muscles and big balls. And we stick around because of what you're willing to do with them. So if you wanna win a woman over, you don't need 10 steps, you need 1. And it's called a blow job!"

That was all it took for me to pick up the phone and call in.

"Ok, now let's take the first caller." "How dare you burn those books they've-" "What's you're girlfriends name princess?" "Well I'm not seeing anyone right now but-" "My point exactly shreck." Then she hung up and picked up the second line. Me. "Next caller. You're on the air."

"So you're saying that women are incapable of love?" The lady looked at the camera.

"Oh, did I burst your little romance buble, what? Come on."

"Well the only thing you burst is your credibility. Women are completely capable of experiencing love." I told her.

A/N: Ok, that's the clip off for this first chp. please review and let me know if I should continue...