A/N: mmkay-basically, this story came to me when I was watching the KCA's. This story is one of those that mocks you until you write it out, and then when you finally get to it you can't find the right words. I hope you all enjoy this, please let me know in reviews. If I get enough positive feedback, I'll continue.
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It should have been the happiest day of her life. It was the day that the world's most famous teen pop sensation and child star were to be wed. They had grown together, loving each other, spending every day of their lives together. She should have been the happiest person in the world. What filled her with sorrow as she slipped on the white silk masterpiece was what she would be leaving behind. Sure, he knew about her secret identity. They had planned together that Hannah would be the one getting married...never Miley. What bothered her now was the fact that she had to leave her old life behind. She was no longer plain Miley Stewart, best friends with Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oscar Oken. She would now and forever be Hannah Montana. No longer could she spend days at the beach with her husband to be, sharing sweet kisses. No longer could she spend her days carelessly, not without a wig, at least. She could no longer walk along the beach hand in hand with her lover, or share deep moments in the surf. She had to let go of her former life, never being able to tell the world that she, Miley Stewart, plain Malibu girl, was really Hannah Montana.
She sighed yet again as she applied eyeliner carefully in her dressing room. Of course, she and Jake had an over the top wedding, filled with stars and close friends. She slumped down in her chair, longing to express her love for a forbidden one. No, Miley. He never felt that way about you. He said so himself, and you went along with it. You can't do anything about it anymore. It's too late. You're getting married to Jake Ryan. You love him. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and slapped her hand onto the table. "Get a hold of yourself, woman!" she cried out to herself, upset that she would have to start the makeup over. She rethought her marriage to Jake...Sure, I love Jake...but I may love Oliver just a tiny bit more...That tiny bit may ruin my relationship with Jake, though. Jake is the best thing that ever happened to me... She tried not to face the cold hard truth and found it very difficult. The pop star heard a knock at her door and got up to answer it, making sure that nobody could tell if she had been crying. Her best friend, Lilly Truscott, dressed up as Lola Luffnagle, purple wig falling to the side. "Hey Lilly," she said calmly, willing herself not to cry at the fact that her best friend couldn't be her best friend. Miley giggled and fixed Lilly's wig, pulling her friend into the room and taking a full-length view of her. Lola's hair had been worn to the dress fittings to make sure that it wouldn't clash with the dress. They had picked out a lavender knee length halter dress with a ribbon wrapped around as a belt and intricate stitching detail. "Oh, Lilly...I mean Lola, you look so beautiful!" Miley exclaimed, giving Lilly a hug. "Just one more thing..." she said as she put a light purple silk flower into the wig. "Perfect."
"Me? Look at you, gorgeous!" Lilly said happily, twirling Miley around and doing a final check. "You look amazing, Miles. I'm so happy for you. We just have to fix your makeup, you have tear streaks."
Leave it to Lilly to notice the little things in life. As long as Oliver, the boy that Miley had fallen in love with over the years didn't show up at this moment, she was not threatened by tears. She set to painting her nails a pale pink shade and then pulling on her silver, strappy heeled sandals. She pulled out her curling iron, plugging it in and turning on, batting her eyes at Lilly to persuade her to put Hannah's hair into one of her signature curled updos. She pulled a small amount of hair from her wig and started putting it up, pulling a pout towards Lilly. "Fix it!" she cried unhappily, smiling as Lilly complied.
Lilly and Miley. Hannah and Lola. No matter how you put it, it would always spell best friends forever. They had spent every moment of their lives, or almost at least, together, through laughter and tears, no matter what. They were always there for each other, and everyone knew that, even passersby on the street. Miley started to reapply her makeup, watching the growing progress on her hair. She pulled out her lipstick and put it on, smiling to make sure none got on her teeth. She looked perfect. Her hair was on, her makeup was right, now all that was needed was her veil. She grabbed it and put it on the top of her hair, pinning it in place. She smiled, imagining that it was Oliver at the end of the aisle, her as Miley, smiling and sharing a deep and meaningful first married kiss with him.
Who knew that meanwhile, that Oliver was imagining the same exact thing?
a/n I couldn't remember how to spell/what exactly Lilly's Lola last name was...Luffnagle now. Um...I know I didn't really cover Miley and Oliver's relationship and stuff, but I kind of just want the first chapter as an intro, The next chapter, if I continue at least, will be regarding Jake and Miley's relationship, Oliver and Miley's relationship, and um...probably Oliver feeling horribly. Not the longest first chapter, but it is longer than my normal ones. Hasta luego
