I'm back!

Well, kind of. It's a trial run, we'll see what happens. I ended up losing all my files when my computer crashed a month ago, but my friend had this saved on her computer, so I have it back. She also had printed out TOB, so fingers crossed that she'll be able to get that back to me soon. I'm posting my stuff both on here and on jonasbrothersfanfictionarchive, once I can actually upload (having some problems at the moment). If stuff of mine gets deleted again, I'm probably gonna definitely stop posting on here, but for now, I'm gotta try to stick with it.

ALSO. NOTE TO ANY POTENTIAL REPORTERS. I'm writing this now from the perspective of a HM/JONAS (or whatever the new show is going to be called) crossover. Heck, it may even end up including a little bit of Welcome to Holly(Holli?)wood, Demi's show-in-progress. Who knows. Point is, I'm not writing about the real JB. I'm just writing about television characters. Not my fault they decide to use their own names. And if they decide, in the show, to not use their names instead, I'll go through and change it. haha. yeah. Just thought I'd get that out. And finally, if you DO decide to report me, I'd really appreciate it if you'd give me a warning. It would make you slightly less of a pain, and I'd be that less angry. Trust me. A warning would do wonders. Especially regarding backing up my work and NOT losing it all.

So yeah, on to the story! Nothing has been changed, this is just to get back into it. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Your answering machine message sucks."

Lilly Truscott turned to her best friend Miley, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Miley rolled her eyes, pulling out her cell phone and pressing the worn number two. The phone was set to speaker, and the sudden burst of music filled the school cafeteria, 'True to Me' by Metro Station playing loudly from the small electronic. The attention of all the teens eating lunch at the time was immediately drawn to the two girls, and Miley Stewart found it amusing, giggling as she looked around.

Lilly, on the other hand, was mortified. She sunk down into her chair, her cheeks turning a bright pink, and she fixated her glare on the brunette sitting across the table from her. "Miles," she hissed, making an attempt to grab the phone.

Miley glanced down at the offending object and grinned. "Not gonna lie, good ringback song. But seriously?" She held the phone out across the table so Lilly could hear better, still keeping it far enough away so that the embarrassed blonde couldn't grab it. The music cut suddenly, and Lilly's monotonous voice replaced it. "Hey, I'm not here. Here's the beep, you know what to do."

Miley pressed the End button just as the beep hit the soundwaves, and Oliver, appearing suddenly, slid into the seat next to her. "It's a serious problem, Lilly," he stated, taking a bite of the large slice of pizza

"Do you even know what we're talking about?" Lilly crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at her other best friend.

"Of course. Your lame excuse for an outgoing message. It's kinda sad, Lils. No one can even tell it's you, half the time!"

"Oh yeah? What does yours sound like, Mr. Hotshot?" Lilly shot back, leaning back in her chair and frowning.

Oliver pulled his phone from his pocket and, after messing with the buttons for a minute or two, set it to speaker and held it out for Lilly to hear. "Smokin' Oken, at your service. Leave your desires after the tone and the Ollie Trolley will try to make all those dreams come true… And yes, Mom, I'll be home for dinner." The last part was mumbled, and Oliver attempted to close the phone before it was heard, but with the speaker phone setting still on, the girls, as well as all those in the cafeteria, caught every last word.

"And you're on my case?" Lilly asked incredulously, unsuccessfully trying to hold back laughter.

"Yeah, well… Everything else is off the hook. Which means I still win… Yeah." Oliver tripped over his words, attempting to stand up for his Mama's Boy message, and Miley doubled over with laughter.

"Oliver," she choked out after catching her breath. "You really aren't helping at all. We need to get Lilly to change her voicemail message in a good way, not show her all sorts of bad examples."

"Hey!" he exclaimed, holding his phone close to his chest. "I have a great message! Great… ish." Miley shook her head. "Good?" Miley shook her head again. "Okay, so mine kinda sucks too, but whatever! That's not what we're here for! Right now is all about Lilly!" Oliver turned to the blonde, who had been watching in amusement, and desperately tried to change the subject. "So, Lilly… Your answering machine message thing… What's up with that?"

Lilly shook her head. "I really don't care. I like it."

"Seriously?" Miley grinned knowingly, and Lilly sighed, running her fingers through her ponytail. "Okay, so I don't necessarily like it, but whatever. It's too much of a hassle to redo it. I never have time."

"Well," Oliver exclaimed, reaching past Lilly and into her backpack, "now's your chance!" He pulled out her phone and opened it, preparing to dial into her voicemail, when his head tilted to the side and a curious look appeared on his face. "I don't know the number, but you've got a missed call and message. Let's see if they can tell who it is!"

Lilly rolled her eyes, grabbing the phone from him. She looked at the number for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know it either." She shrugged again, punching in the password and holding the phone up to her ear. She listened for a moment, her eyebrows narrowing in confusion as time quickly passed.

She looked up to the ceiling, biting contemplatively on her lower lip. Her left hand slipped out onto the table and she began drumming impatiently on the tabletop . Finally, her mouth forming a lop-sided smirk, she pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed four, at the same time setting yet another cell phone on the speaker setting.

Miley gave Lilly a curious look as the automated voice began giving the delivery details, but Lilly just mouthed 'listen,' holding out the phone to her friends. The automated voice finished its lengthy explanation, and a boy's voice suddenly came over the phone.

"Dude, you sound like a girl… Whoa, it's pretty weird. Anyways, Mikey… dude, I'm sorry, I can't get over that. You sound like a girl! Alright, yeah, so can you come tomorrow? Everything ends around 3, so I'm hoping to get out around 4? I don't know, dude, do you know what I'm saying? Jeez, I don't know what I'm saying. It's insanity here! Absolutely non-stop, I'm telling you! The boys are goin' crazy… but I'm chillax, you know? Hah, me and Frank, bein' serious is not our thing! Yeah, so Nick wants to practice more… of course. Dude's got a one track mind. So yeah, gimme a ring, a'ight?"

The speaker seemed to be fiddling with the phone, but the three teens listening could still hear him talking, seemingly speaking to himself. "He seriously sounded like a girl… Crap, what if that wasn't him?"

Miley raised an eyebrow as Lilly shut her phone off, her gaze locked on the table. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least add my name…"

"Damn straight!" Oliver exclaimed, grinning broadly. "Lils, he was leaving a message for a guy!"

"Yeah…" Lilly sighed, tugging on a stray strand of hair before looking up, a glint in her eye as she grinned at Miley. "He sounded kinda hot."

Oliver groaned, quickly standing up from the table as Miley nodded enthusiastically. "And this would be my cue to leave." He laughed, rolling his eyes at the two girls who immediately leaned over the table to converse about this 'hot guy' who left Lilly… or Mikey, apparently, a message.

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"Hey, you've reached Lilly! I'm out doing who knows what, so here's the beep, you know what to do!"

Miley closed the phone, satisfied with the change. "It's not perfect, but it's something. We'll work on it later. But for now, at least people will know who you are!"

Lilly nodded, grinning at her best friend. "True. But seriously, that guy was just a fluke, a wrong number. It's not like that happens all the time. It's fine, Miles. Not everyone spends hours perfecting their outgoing message!"

Miley rolled her eyes, dipping her head took look into the mirror placed low on her locker door. "Yeah, well," she replied, pushing a strand of hair behind one ear, and nodding, happy with her reflection. "Some people care about how they come off to others. They have reputations to uphold."

Lilly giggled, leaning closer so that she could speak quietly. "Well, Hannah does. I get that. But Miley?"

Miley laughed, grabbing a textbook from her locker and shutting the door of it behind her as she turned to face Lilly. "So I like having fun with it! You love doing them with me! If you like making random ones for my phone, what's the problem with having them for yours?"

Lilly shrugged, turning and walking down the hallway, and Miley rushed to keep up with her. "It's just not a priority, I guess. No one calls me, anyways."

"That hot voice guy did!"

Lilly looked over at Miley in amusement, not slowing as she continued talking. "Are you kidding me, Miles? That was a one time thing!"

Miley laughed, slinging her backpack over to her other shoulder. "You never kno-ow!" she exclaimed in a sing-song voice before speeding up and racing down the hall, Lilly hot on her heels.

Lilly finally caught up to the brunette, was now leaning against the chain link fence surrounding the soccer field, making small talk with Hailey, one of the junior varsity girls soccer players. Hailey looked up when Lilly approached them, and a smiled grew on her face.

"Truscott, what's this I hear about some hottie with a… Damn, 'hottie with a voice' doesn't sound nearly as good as 'hottie with a body', does it?" Hailey looked up for a minute, contemplating this discovery, before shrugging. "Ah well. Anyways, I hear you got a cutie on the phone line!"

Lilly hoisted her backpack further up onto her shoulders, throwing a quick but deathly glare at Miley before turned back to Hailey and giving her a weak grin. "Not quite. Just a guy with a nice voice called and left a message… Wrong number, nothing big. Miley," she spat, rolling her eyes towards her best friend, "just likes to blow everything out of proportion."

Hailey laughed. "I see how it is. At any rate, some boy with a shexy voice left a message on your phone. Gotta love that! Did you save it?"

Lilly looked to the ground, he cheeks suddenly flooding with color. She mumbled something under her breath, and Miley turned to her, amusement playing on her features. "What was that, Lilly? I didn't quite catch it."

"I said, yeah, I saved it," Lilly replied, her tone still quiet. Miley grinned, reaching over and high-fiving Hailey. "Who called that one!" Miley's grin grew when she caught sight of Lilly looking to the ground, a small smile playing on her lips. "C'mon, lover girl, let's go." She slung an arm around Lilly's shoulders, steering her away from the fields.

"See you later, Hail!" she called out, before turning back to the blushing blonde walking next to her. "Aw, Lils, you're so cute!"

"It's only 'cause you kept pushing it," she muttered, her eyes fixated on the sidewalk in front of her. Lilly pulled her phone out of her pocket flipping it open and staring at it before shutting it and putting it back away. "Stupid cell phone, doesn't get service anywhere." Miley looked over, suppressing a giggle, and the conversation quickly ended.

They walked in silence for awhile before Lilly began to giggle. It started quietly, then grew in decibel level until Lilly was clutching her stomach, grasping for air.

Miley took a step away, an eyebrow raised. "Are you okay, Lilly?"

Lilly nodded, gasps still escaping her mouth. "It's just so weird!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Everything!" Lilly shrugged, throwing her arms up in the air. "This whole thing! It's just completely obscure! Just some random wrong number, and we're making it out to be like the hottest guy in the world called for me personally! It's just weird. I mean, it's not like it's gonna be a freaking Jonas Brother, or something! Guys with good voices can be absolutely hideous… and seriously! It's not like I'm ever gonna meet this mystery guy! Jeez, what is going on?" Lilly had caught her breath, but now was ranting and pacing, almost as if she were talking to herself.

"Those boys do have gorgeous voices… And faces…" Miley interjected, gazing dreamily off into the street. Lilly smiled, nodding in agreement for a moment before shaking her head, pulling herself back into the present moment. "That's not the point! What I'm talking about is that nothing is ever going to come of this random kid leaving some random message on my phone!" Lilly sighed, shrugging. "And we've got to get past it."

She nodded determinedly and took a step forward, preparing to continue down the street, when her phone beeped. "Service!" Lilly exclaimed somewhat giddily, and Miley couldn't help but laugh. Lilly flipped her phone open and pressed a few buttons to check her missed calls, texts and voicemails, which is what the beeps often notified for.

Lilly stopped in her tracks, staring down at the cell phone in her hands. Miley had continued walking, and by the time she noticed Lilly wasn't next to her, she was a good half a block in front of her. The brunette turned around, tilting her head to the side as she watched Lilly continue to look at her phone screen. "Lilly, what's up? Come on!"

Lilly looked up, a hesitant smile pushing its way to the surface. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and she took one more confirming glance down at the phone, before looking back up at Miley.

"He called again."

There you go! We'll see what the response is, too. I mean, I have been slightly MIA lately. So review if you'd like! But certainly don't feel obliged. It's just nice to know people are reading, whether they review of not. haha. and review/PM me if you have any questions for me! Just, like... randomly... haha.

OH. And by the way... You Creepin'? ;) haha.