AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hi guys! I forgot how much I loved Hannah Montana, it's one of my favorite Disney Channel shows of all time. I decided to write a fanfic that amplifies Miley and Lilly's friendship and end it with Lolliver, one of the best pairings on the show. It takes place during season 4, Miley and Lilly are still in High School and Oliver is still on tour and him and Lilly aren't dating yet. I really hope you like this story.

MILEY:

I was sleeping in my room when I heard the door open and I squinted when the bright light rapidly switched on.

"Lilly? Is that you?"

I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes. Lilly Truscott had been my best friend since I moved here from Tennessee in my tweens. She had moved in with my dad, my brother and I a few months back. She had a pair of white and gold designer sunglasses on and she had her hand over her lower lip.

"Hey, Miley. Sorry to wake you up,"

Lilly whispered.

"It's fine. Where the hell were you?"

She held up her skateboard.

"I was out with Lucas, my boyfriend."

(You guys remember Lucas right? He was the guy who Lilly spent all her time with in the episode "My best friend's boyfriend" who eventually cheated on her.)

"Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's pitch black out."

I asked.

"Because I wanted to look badass,"

she was pulling her hand even closer towards her bottom lip.

"And why are you covering your lip?"

"Because I have a big fugly ass pimple on it and I don't even want my best friend seeing it."

Lilly wasn't going to fool me. I grabbed her wrist and she was using all the force she had to block my grip and I saw she had a fat lip. I took her sunglasses off and saw she had a black eye.

"How'd you get hurt?"

Lilly was avoiding eye contact with me and she was stuttering,

"I-I-I-I-I- f-fell on my way home."

"Well, no more skateboarding in the dark. You could get hurt."

The next night, Hannah Montana (AKA me. I just had a Hannah Montana popstar alias so I could have a normal life and live a popstar life as well) was invited to Jimmy Kimmel's daughter's birthday party because she was a big fan and Lilly (who also had a popstar alias, Lola Luftnagle) was going to be my plus one.

"Lilly! Party's in fifteen minutes!"

"I'll be right out,"

I heard her croaking from the bathroom and I heard sounds of vomiting from the bathroom.

"Lilly? Are you OK?"

"I hope so,"

she was saying to me in exhaustion. My dad had followed me to the bathroom to check on Lilly with me.

"You eat something funny, bud?"

"I think I did."

"And where'd you get a black eye and a fat lip?"

Lilly's blue eyes were looking to the see-through shower and then back at my dad and I.

"I hit my face on something,"

She was stammering again. She then regurgitated in the toilet again. I picked out some tums from the bathroom cabinet and a cup of water.

"Here, take some of these."

"Thanks, Miley,"

Lilly croaked and swallowed the tums and water.

"Lilly, are you feeling OK?"

"I have a headache and I feel queasy-"

She was interrupted by a fit of retching again.

"I haven't eaten that much today. All I had were some of your dad's pancakes and fruit for breakfast and a turkey BLT from your dad today."

"If you're not feeling well, Lilly, I don't think you should go,"

my dad piped in.

"Sorry, Miley, I really wanted to go with you to the party but I don't feel good,"

Lilly said drowsily. She looked like she was having trouble staying awake.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling good, Lilly. Just take it easy OK? Just call if you need something, OK?"

I said.

"OK,"

Lilly said drowsily. My dad picked her up and carried her to our room. My brother Jackson was in the living room dying of laughter while watching Family Guy and drinking a bottle of budweiser. It was the episode with Peter being obsessed with Bird is the word.

"Hey, keep the TV down, dipshit! Lilly's not feeling good,"

I said to my brother.

"Sor-ry,"

my brother said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"We'll be home by eleven. Let Lilly rest,"

my dad said to him.

"OK. But Sienna's coming over and we're going to make love-"

"Jackson, there's gonna be awesome food at the party and I'm going to lose my freaking appetite if you talk about having sex with her."

"Like you haven't had sex with Jesse yet."

"Excuse me, but I wanna be a virgin for a little longer."

My dad clearly didn't want to hear this.

"Miley limo's coming in a few minutes!"

"K, dad."

We walked out of the house and stood at the curb. I said,

"Dad, I'm kind of worried about Lilly."

"I can see why. Ever since this morning, she's been vomiting, her appetite is gone and she complained of a headache and that's not even mentioning the bruises on her face."

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