Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hannah Montana and all its characters belong to the Disney Channel. No infringement intended.

A.N. This is based on the song "Last Name" by Carrie Underwood. Thank you to the wonderful Ocean Wide for looking this over for me =)

Last Name

"What can I get for you?"

Twenty one year old Lilly Truscott looked up from the menu she had clasped in her hands to the bartender before her. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned revealing a grey wifebeater, and his sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows.

"Can I just get a Heineken for now?"

"Sure."

Lilly looked around. It wasn't that early, but the bar she was in wasn't that crowded, making her wonder if she'd in fact made a wrong choice. A couple who looked to be on a first date was playing pool on one of the three tables, and a woman was sitting alone at a table in the corner.

"Here you go, let me know if you need anything else."

Lilly nodded. "Thanks."

Taking a long sip, Lilly closed her eyes as the cool liquid made its way down her throat.

"Long day?"

Lilly put her beer down and turned slightly to her right. The woman who was alone was now sitting next to her smiling.

"To say my day was long would be an understatement."

The woman smiled. "That bad, huh?"

"Yeah, no, well… I work for lawyers. Technically I'm a paralegal, but my boss treats me more like a messenger. Today I got to fly in and deliver documents all over town. I haven't stopped."

The woman nodded and ordered the same beer from the bartender. "That sucks. I'm Miley," she said as she held out her hand.

"Lilly Truscott, nice to meet you."

Lilly shook Miley's hand and quietly studied her for a moment. The woman was beautiful. Wavy, slightly longer than shoulder length medium brown hair framed her face just so, and her eyes were a piercing blue that could suck you in.

"So Miley, what brings you to Vegas, business or pleasure?"

"A little bit of both actually. I fly home tomorrow night."

"Huh, me too. Where do you live?" Lilly asked.

"Malibu, California. What about you?

"Me too. Come to think of it, you do look familiar. Did you go to Seaview High?

Miley took a sip of her beer. "Yes, although I traveled a lot so I was more or less homeschooled, but I graduated from there."

A few more people trickled in off the street and the sun was almost set. Lilly's stomach growled loudly and Miley noticed. "Hungry?"

Lilly blushed. "Yeah, my stomach has a mind of its own. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, I'm hungry too. Wanna go back to my table and order some food?"

"Yeah, sure."

Miley motioned to the bartender for a couple of menus and followed Lilly back to the table. They looked them over in silence.

"This place is kind of empty. How do we know if the food is even good?" Lilly asked.

Miley chuckled. "I come here all the time when I'm in town. It looks like a dive so it's never crowded but the food is awesome. They have the best quesadillas and buffalo wings here."

Lilly nodded. "That sounds pretty awesome. Shall we?"

"Yeah."

The bartender came over and Lilly added some potato skins to their order along with two more beers.

"So, why do you wear your engagement ring on your right hand?" Miley asked.

Lilly looked down at her hands. Absentmindedly, she was twirling the over the top diamond ring that adorned her right ring finger.

"I'm sorry, that was too forward of me, I shouldn't have asked." Miley quickly apologized.

"No, it's ok. Do you want the long version or the short version?" Lilly asked.

"Whatever you feel like sharing is cool."

"Ok." Lilly took a deep breath. "Oliver and I met the first day of preschool. He had that cool 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener that I wanted to share with him and from then on we were inseparable. We fell in love with each other and started dating at sixteen and it was great. Our families both loved us together, said we made the cutest couple and everyone was always saying that we would end up married with kids someday."

"When we were seventeen, Oliver tried out for that show America's Top Talent and he made it. He got signed, opened for a few lesser known bands before his single hit it big and then he went on tour with Hannah Montana. Long distance was hard, but we tried and at first it was fine, but then we just drifted until we didn't speak for a while."

Lilly paused and sipped her beer.

"That's horrible, I'm sorry. So what happened?"

"Well, after about eight months Oliver finished touring for a while and came home. We spoke all night and he apologized that he let his career get in the way of us and he said he wanted to get married, got down on his knee and gave this ring to me. I was so shocked and confused that I just got in my car and drove home."

"The next day he came over, and I said that we were too young to get married. I mean, it was last year, we were only twenty and I had just started working. When he was gone and we didn't speak, my life changed. Not in a bad way, but I became more focused on work and starting my career just like he had a few years earlier. He insisted that I keep the ring and wear it on my right hand until I was ready to make that commitment and I took it. I just… don't know why I did."

"Do you still love him?" Miley asked.

"That's what I've been struggling with but I finally realized about a month ago that I love Oliver, but I love him as a friend. Somewhere around the time that he won that show I fell out of love with him. He's my best guy friend; I just can't see myself married to him. Is that crazy?"

"No, it's not crazy. Better to have realized before you walked down the aisle."

Lilly nodded. "Aint that the truth. I just haven't exactly told Oliver yet."

"You know, I've actually met Oliver."

This caught Lilly by surprise. "Really? Oliver Oken?"

"Yeah, it was a work related function."

"What do you do, Miley?"

"I'm an entertainer."

Just as Lilly was about to respond, their food came.

"Thanks." She said to the bartender. "What sort of entertainer are you? Actor, singer, stripper…?"

Miley laughed. "I'm not a stripper Lilly. I sing, dance and act a little."

Lilly wanted to press on, but she had a feeling that Miley was being vague for a reason and since she just met the girl, she didn't want to push it.

"Man, this food is delicious."

"I told you." Miley said. "You know, that ring doesn't look like something you would pick. Am I wrong?"

Lilly looked at it again. "You're not wrong. It's not me at all. I mean, it's a beautiful ring but it's not my taste and you would think considering that Oliver is my best friend he would know what my taste is. But he doesn't."

"Men always think bigger is better anyways."

"It must be a penis thing." Lilly said causing them to both burst into laughter before finishing their dinner.

As Lilly gradually came into consciousness, she was aware that despite a dull throbbing in her head, she felt better than she had in a long time. She also realized that she was being spooned from behind and she was completely naked, along with the body that was holding her so gently and lovingly. She forgot for a moment that when she came to the city of sin that she was alone.

Lilly slowly opened her eyes and let them adjust to the light trickling in through the blinds. One thing registered immediately; she wasn't in her room. No, her room was your standard corporate hotel room paid for by her company, not a lavish suite complete with a separate bedroom that she was currently in. Was she even in the same hotel?

The arm around her tightened slightly, and Lilly looked down to see the delicate arm and hand of a woman holding her more securely than she's ever been held before in her life.

A delicate kiss was placed upon her shoulder, and that one action jogged her memory completely. Lilly looked over her shoulder slightly, careful not to wake the girl behind her only to completely confirm her suspicions. Last night she'd gone to a bar and met a woman named Miley. They had dinner and the conversation had come easily, and she enjoyed her company immensely. After dinner they played pool and had a nice amount of shots, Jose Cuervo to be exact. Lilly had enough to be a little more than buzzed, but not bad enough that she wouldn't remember what happened. She remembered. She remembered everything.

A dull stinging sensation on a very important finger caused her breath to catch and her eyes to snap shut. When Lilly opened them a moment later, she lifted her left hand to find the tattoo she remembered getting. A small, delicate heart with the initials M.R.S. was tattooed on her ring finger, and a matching tattoo with the initials L.A.S. was tattooed on Miley's. The tattoos were symbolic of wedding rings gotten in the heat of the moment.

Lilly realized that she should be running for the hills about now, but for some reason she didn't want to, not yet. Carefully, she turned in Miley's arms and cuddled into her further, gazing at the beautiful brunette who looked so peaceful. The passion they shared last night was so incredible that Lilly thought she would die from it, and the memory of it caused her to hide her face in shame.

Before giving into sleep again, Lilly realized that she actually couldn't remember Miley's last name, her new last name.

What do you do when you wake up and don't know your own last name?

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