Hey everyone! This is my first story so go easy on me. And I don't own Hannah Montana.

Two years earlier

Two girls stood in the dim light silently holding each other.

"I suppose…this is it, huh?" The taller girl murmured into her companion's fire red hair. "Nothing will truly be the same again."

The light seeped out from under the nearby doorway's cracks making the taller girl's blonde hair sparkle. "Mi-Hannah…are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to. You really don't-"

"No. I can't back out now, everyone out there is already waiting for me." The taller girl gestured towards the doorway.

"Is this what…is this what he would want?"

In the faded light, the blonde girl's face fell and her blue eyes flashed with anger as she quickly stepped away from her friend. "Does it matter now?" Her whisper was harsh.

The redheaded girl bit her lip, "Listen Ha-forget this. Miley. I just want what's best for you. I just don't think you should make such a big decision so soon after…after your loss."

"My loss?!" The blonde girl let out a peel of mad laughter that made her frightened friend shiver, "No, my loss is all the years I've wasted pretending to be someone else! All the years I've spent lying about who I truly am, hiding behind a cheap wig!"

"Please stop!" The other girl stepped forward and placed her hands on the blonde's shoulders, trying unsuccessfully to calm her, "Stop Miley, I can see you're extremely upset about this, which is why I don't want you to go out there! You're in no mind to make this decision."

The blonde girl roughly shook her friends arms off and stalked off towards the door. "I'm sorry Lilly, but it's already been made." She yanked open the door and stepped into the blinding light, leaving her friend alone in the dark.

Present

A beat up Honda CRV rolled into the parking lot of Malibu High, sputtering out black clouds of exhaust as it swerved into the its designated spot.

A teenager with wild wavy blonde hair stepped out. A lot had changed in two years. She had grown taller and developed more of a figure. Her skateboard had been replaced with her beloved used car. Tomboyish, baggy clothes were replaced with a more form-fitting rocker style. Right now she was sporting skinny jeans with a pair of brightly colored Nikes. However, despite all the outer changes, it was inside that Lilly Truscott had changed the most.

"Truscott! What's cracka lackin' plaaaaya?" Of course Oliver hadn't changed one bit. "So how was your summer? Oh my gosh, can you believe it? We're finally seniors! I've been waiting my whole life for this proud moment. Move it freshman!"

Lilly couldn't help but roll her eyes at her eyes at her friend's antics. Oliver was now futilely trying to intimidate the underclassmen, "My summer was alright. I had to work the whole time though. You know, for college." Lilly had spent her summer slaving away as an instructor at a local surf shop, teaching bratty tourist kids the stingray shuffle and how to recognize a rip tide.

"Ouch…that definitely sucks. Make way you stinky sophomores! When will these kids learn their place?"

"Hey tone it down, Oken! Remember, we were once freshmen and sophomores too."

"So true, my wise friend. Those were the days weren't they? Just you, me, and ol' Miley." Oliver didn't even notice how his friend's eyes filled with anger. "Ya know, I read about her the other day in one of those magazines. Something about this new guy she's dating…Jake Ryan maybe? The one in that zombie mov-"

"Can we not talk about this?" Lilly curtly interrupted.

"Okay, okay!" Oliver raised his arms in surrender, "I forgot you were still a tad sensitive about-"

"I am not sensitive about anything!!" Lilly whipped around grabbing her friend by the collar.

"No…not at all. Can you let me go now?" With a squeak from Oliver she let her friend drop down to the floor. Three months of non-stop surfing had done wonders for her strength.

"Two years. Two years and we haven't heard a word from her! No calls, no visits, not even a damn letter. I thought we were her friends, but instead it was like we didn't even exist!"

Lilly's quick breathing slowed as she felt Oliver's arm wrap around her shoulder. "Hey, Truscott, calm down. Don't get all worked up about it. I know it hurts; I still get upset about it too. The best thing is just to move on. Move on and forget all about Miley."

Meanwhile in an LA club

"God…you're so hot," movie star Jake Ryan was busy drunkenly making out with his current girlfriend. He sloppily knocked over empty glasses as he attempted to unbutton her blouse.

"Careful, thissshirt esh expenshive," the girl underneath him slurred. It was early in the morning and the girl was already completely wasted, dressed in her clubbing clothes from last night. It didn't matter though. She didn't have to go to school; she didn't even have any parents to answer to. Any trouble she found herself in she could pay her way out of easily. In other words, she was one of Hollywood's finest: a spoiled starlet who partied all day and all night. She had no regards for anyone around her. Why should she when the universe revolved around her?

Just when Jake had almost succeeded in removing her blouse, a phone went off. The girl recognized her ringtone. "Just ignore it babe," Jake breathed as he sucked on her neck, his fingers impatiently fumbling with the last button.

The girl, however, was fed up with Jake's sloppy kissing and his incompetence to remove a simple shirt. "No, lemme anshwer it," she commanded as she pushed the blonde boy off.

"Fine whatever," Jake huffed as he grabbed his shirt off the floor. He wasn't used to not getting his way. "I'll be in the limo."

The girl slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position as she answered her phone on the last ring, "Hello?"

"Hey Miley. We need to talk."

Hmm confusing start? Well everything will make sense soon! ...if you review that is. :)