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Insomnia

Prologue

Miley groaned as she face planted herself onto the bed in her hotel room, feeling more tired then she had ever felt in her entire life. 'This has got to stop...I have got to get some sleep.' She thought, as she glanced over at the alarm clock sitting on the table beside the bed.

Easily making out the blue digital numbers, she groaned again when she realized just how late it was. 'Just let me get a full night's rest...that's all I ask. Just eight hours of blessed sleep.' Without bothering to get undressed, or even get under the covers, Miley kicked the shoes off of her feet, then curled up into a ball, her eyes drifting shut, hoping that tonight would be the night that her newly developed pattern would change and she'd finally get some sleep.

Miley knew this was more memory than dream as she replayed the last moments she had spent with Lilly almost a month ago in her mind's eye. They were standing outside the beach house, watching her dad loading the rest of his and Miley's stuff into the van that would be taking them to where the buses were to meet up with the rest of Hannah Montana's crew, and Miley was trying to convince Lilly to come along with her one last time.

"You sure you can't come with me?" She asked, wincing internally as she noticed a hint of pleading desperation in her own voice. But she could hardly blame herself. The prospect of spending the next three months away from her best friend while she was on tour seemed like self-inflicted torture. Sometimes she really, really hated Hannah Montana, and now was one of those times. Even though she was Hannah Montana, she often treated her like she was a totally different person, just so she didn't have to hate herself, although she was really starting to wonder about her own sanity. Hello, Schizophrenic much?

"I really wish I could." Lilly replied, her blue eyes gazing wistfully into Miley's. "You know how much Lola loves being at Hannah's concerts."

'Oh no, insanity is catching...Now I've got Lilly talking about herself in the third person.' Miley had a chance to think to herself before Lilly had continued speaking.

"But I've got that skateboarding competition next month, and this time I really think I've got a chance at winning it." Miley loved how she looked so confident in that moment. "And if I do, then..." Lilly trailed off as if speaking about it would jinx it somehow.

"Nationals, I know. You're gonna rock, Lil. I just wish I could be there in person to see it." Now it was her chance to feel wistful.

"Me too. But you are going to watch on tv right? You promised."

"I know...and I will...even if I have to lock myself in my room to see it...I'll be watching." Miley promised, knowing that with Hannah's hectic schedule locking herself into her room probably would be the only way she would be able to see it.

"Hey, sorry to interupt girls." Robbie Ray said, walking over to where they were. "Miles, time to go." He said, pointing to his watch to indicate that it was getting late.

Miley felt a pang in her chest as she looked at her dad's serious face, then looked back at Lilly, seeing a sadness in her eyes that mirrored her own. Suddenly, they were hugging each other fiercely. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Me too...call me?" Lilly asked, her voice sounding shaky.

"Every day." Miley promised, as she reluctantly disengaged from the hug.

"Twice a day." Lilly demanded as they started walking towards the van.

"Morning, noon and night." Miley uttered solemnly, as if she were taking an oath.

"Now you're pushing it, Stewart." Lilly said, poking a finger into Miley's chest. "You gotta leave me some time for practice." Lilly had tried to keep her face serious as she said that, but the impish grin just couldn't remain hidden as she joked with her best friend.

"Gotcha." Miley gave her a mock salute, before climbing into the van's passenger seat. Lilly closed the door as Robbie Ray started the engine, but Miley couldn't take her eyes off of Lilly's face. As her dad moved to back out of the driveway, Miley waved goodbye to her best friend.

Miley felt herself slowing raising to consciousness and she struggled against it for all she was worth. She didn't want to wake up, she wanted to stay in the dream, but she knew fighting it was useless as her senses started to take in the darkened hotel room. The only source of light coming from the clock beside the bed, she risked a glance, knowing by the fact that it was still dark in the room that she wouldn't like what she found, she looked anyway. "Oh come on." She groaned, her head coming back down to rest on her pillow. 'Four hours! Four stinky, stupid hours!'