Ok, this is what I get for having a painful writer's block for CCM. I promise it'll get somewhere...eventually. Lol, jk. Anyways, this is my new Liley story I've been working on secretly. I've done as what you guys wanted, the middle of one of the scenes that will be in the story. You might be wondering why I chose this specific scene, but it'll all be answered after this intro is published. So, happy readings!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of its characters, the creators do. Any problem against homosexuality, please refrain from flaming. Constructive criticism is helpful! And remember to review!
P.S (*SPOILER*ALERT*): So I saw "I Honestly Love You (No Not You)" already. I hated it, yet I really loved it (even if it was a Loliver episode). Why?
#1: I hated it because-- Oliver makes Lilly look like an annoying OC that it bugs me that she can't stand up for herself anymore. There she is, crying pathetically on the Stewarts couch. Lilly was never this vulnerable! She had guts! If someone didn't love her back, she'd do something rather than just bawl about it. GEEZ.
#2: I loved it because-- Even if it was a Loliver episode, it had PLENTY of Liley. From the beginning, middle (especially the middle), to the end. From Lilly taking care of Miley in the hospital, to cutely making fun of her by making fishy faces; from Miley protecing her, and wanting what's best for her to Miley always being there for her. If you look closely, the way Miley takes care of her...yea, just look closely to that. The hug Miley gives is just SO adorable. I mean, I don't give faces like that when I'm comforting my bffs. Just saying.
Sorry for the long note, lol. I had to get that off my chest. What can I say? Canon couples are way too predictable. But even it was too predictable, it was really funny. And it also had a lot of super good Liley moments ;) Even if it was a Loliver one; although, when they said 'I love you' to each other, it didn't really seem like they meant it.
God, I've got to learn how to stop rambling. Please, read on.
All Lilly needed to do was just to get into the party; easy right? According to the long line outside of Skillet, it wasn't. People dressed up as can-can dancers, Cirque du Soleil, Zorro, and any other kind of exotic characters lined up to get into Hannah's masquerade promotion party. Thanks to the people up at the front who forgot to 'bring' their invites, Lilly was losing patience by the second. She was also getting a bit hot with the costume she was wearing.
If only I got to the stupid costume store earlier, she thought. And if only stupid Miley wouldn't make me clean the damn house all over again. Why did she have to leave so quickly and leave me to do all the work again? Oh right, because I found out last night that she's the Hannah Montana. And if she were to tell people the big secret, Miley threatened her that she would have no other place to stay. And I thought she was supposed to be a role model to people.
By the time Lilly was second in line to get into the party, the bulky bodyguard stopped everyone's defiant arguments.
"Ok ladies," he looked to Lilly, "And gents, please, make through for Ms. Montana." Screams were louder when Hannah (in her short, yet stunning costume and mask) stepped out of the shiny black limo. "Ok, back off!" The African-American bodyguard boomed to the line. The crowd went quiet in an instant and backed off like what they were told.
"Thanks, Harry," she patted his back and waved to the people waiting in line. Someone behind Lilly fainted and Lilly rolled her eyes. Wow, she mouthed.
"Oops," her stub underneath her bottom lip nearly came off. She pretended to yawn and took out her envelope as a ticket to get in. Okay, maybe not her invitation, but Miley's fake one. It was a free copy of what the invite would look like and Hannah's publicity agent sent one to Miley just in case. So, curiosity got to her and Lilly thought it would be a perfect chance to steal it away from Miley's grasp when she was out and go to the party.
Except she didn't have enough time to get a dress, hence the mysterious man's tuxedo that she's wearing with the white mask that covered her eyes and forehead and a short bowler's hat, since they ran out of the tall hats that was supposed to come with the tux.
Hannah (who is really Miley, Lilly reassured to herself), walked in the building and the crowd behind her pushed forward to see more. The bodyguard pushed them back with his bulk of a body and Lilly's hat fell. Thank god I'm wearing a wig, she sighed. Screw the hat; it looked terrible with the outfit, anyways.
Harry pushed the two people who were confronting him away, nearly punching them to go get a taxi because they didn't have the invites to get in. Lilly gulped timidly as she approached the bulking young man who seemed to be three times Lilly's height and weight put together.
She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "Hey, I have the invite right here." Harry snapped the envelope away from her hands and ripped it out. He glanced back and forth to Lilly and the invitation.
"Congratulations," he deadpanned, "you are the first one who has the right invitation. Go on right in." Lilly took in a deep breath nodded her head towards him as he gave the crumpled up paper back, thinking that everyone in the male world does that to appreciate what he gets. Apparently, Harry doesn't think so. "Get in there and don't make me change my mind," he snapped at her. Lilly jumped and pushed right in.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath. Fog machines blocked her view along with the disco lights that blinded her eyes altogether. Her ears started to ring as the blaring music caught up to her. Colorful costumes passed by her as she made her way down to the short set of stairs.
"Hey," a girl came up to her. She was wearing a showgirl's costume and Lilly first thought that she was crazy for going up to her like that. But the thought of the masquerade party came back to her. "Wanna come to the back? I'll show you a few tricks I've been dying to try out," she winked seductively. The thought of her wearing a man's costume nearly left her mind.
"Uh…um…C-c-can you hold that thought? I need a drink."
"Sure, I'll be waiting," she winked again. Lilly gulped and ran to the bar stools. Now that was a close call.
"Can I have some water?" Lilly asked one of the bartenders.
"You sure you don't want anything else?" he asked as he offered her the cup.
Before the man could get her response, she sped off quickly to find someone who works in the publishing firm. Of course, that's why she came there in the first place: to look for someone who works in the journalism area. She brought with her a flash drive that had a copy of an essay she was working on earlier this month (before Hannah-slash-Miley came around and stole her house from her).
Walking around aimlessly, random types of women stopped her and played around with her faux hair. Some went further than others and nearly went down her pants. Freaking out, she tried to run to a safe place to hide and cower away from them. Eventually, she went outside and saw a small stage set up that was surrounded by metal structures and at least more than ten speakers hanging from it. Behind it were a big cutout of Hannah's face and a smaller cutout of the CD album she's promoting and the movie Hannah starred in.
Lilly rolled her eyes as she saw plenty of people going up to her for an autograph. If only they knew the real her and her big secret. Oh, and of course how OCD she is about a clean house. She's a freakin' freak when it comes to cleaning!
Just live it through, Lilly, she thought to herself. Just until I can pay the six-thousand dollars back. She sighed. This is hopeless; I can never pay her back. I can't believe she used me! Either you pay me back and live homeless or clean the house and do housekeeping until I say so! She mocked. Lilly sneered and spat at the floor. Bitch, I hope karma gets to you.
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Miley's hand was starting to cramp after signing eighty-three pictures, which she counted exhaustingly in her head. Her mouth was hurting from smiling too much at one sitting and her voice is getting hoarse from saying the same sentence repeatedly.
"Hi, how're you?" she'd say, caring less of what they'd say back.
"Oh my gosh (or Ohmigawd), I am a huge (or big) fan of yours," they would start. "I love your song, '[insert-song-title-here]!' I, like, listen to it every single day of every single moment. " Then they would give her the copy of the Hannah Montana picture with shaky hands and hold their breaths.
"Thanks, it means a lot to me. You are the best!" Hannah says as she rapidly writes down, 'Rock on' or 'Be true to yourself (which Miley laughed to herself)' or any other inspirational crap people find interesting coming from an international pop star. Then she completes it with an 'xoxo, Hannah Montana' and a "Thanks, I hope you'll stay for the concert (that also comes in with a charming smile)."
The fan standing before her starts to hyperventilate and nearly faints. Her manager calls in the next anxious fan and it starts all over again.
"Oh…my…god. You-you-you…you-you-you're…"
Miley smiled as she braces through the fan's struggle to say her name. "Hannah Montana," she finished for her. She looked behind the girl's back to see how much longer she has to sign. She nearly broke the felt pen in her hand as she saw almost millions of people waiting in line…And Jake…with Mikayla. What were they doing here?
"Marge," she pulled her manager's shoulder down. "After this one, I want done," she seethed to her ear. The mid-aged red-head nodded and turned around to talk to the bodyguard standing next to her.
Miley smiled back to the fan and finished up her last signing routine. She heard the fans whined in disapproval as she goes backstage to wash off and relax. Maybe go over and talk to that stinkin' two-time cutie with that bees-weez of a bitch, Miley thought harshly to herself.
Walking over to the sides of the stage, Jake calls out to her with Mikayla in tow. Damn it.
"Hannah, honey!" He starts and Miley has no other choice but to approach the couple. "Wow, big movie and CD promo, nice," he winked at her. Miley tried not to let her knees go weak.
"Yea, thanks. I thought you were out in Europe for filming?" Miley jumped down the stage and the trio started to walk down the path in front of them
"Yes, I am, but I wanted to come and support you." And you just had to bring in the lovely Mikayla? "And Mikayla wanted to come over to congratulate you, too! So we came here together. Hope you don't mind," he finishes with a grin.
Yes, I do mind. "No, of course not. All are welcome here. Thanks for coming, Mikayla." She offered a hand, but the black-haired girl smirked evilly at her. "Yea, so…" She let her gloved hand drop back to her side.
"Hey, do you guys want drinks? I'll go get some. Be right back." And there Jake left the two rivals alone. Of course, he doesn't know that they hate each other, really, so Miley couldn't blame him. But she can partially blame him for just leaving her at the restaurant the week before. Right before she was about to pop the question to him and left her hopeless. Miley hated to think about it, but it came on coming back to her.
"So, Hannah, trying to steal my fans again?" a high-pitched voice interrupted her thoughts. "Ha, like you're actually going to keep them for good now. Like you really can anyways."
Miley crossed her arms and jutted her hips. "Don't go sassing me like that, you little weasel. What're you doing here with Jake? He's supposed to be in Europe filming, and you're supposed to be in…hell."
Mikayla scoffed and flipped her hair. "You wish. I met him at the airport and the news about your promos came up, so we decided to come. Of course, if you're thinking that I just wanted to so you that Jake's all mine again, you're right. Oh, did he forget to tell you? He's filming with me again." Mikayla smirked as she checked her nails with tongue in cheek. "I'm just here to tell you if he hasn't."
The blonde scrunched up her nose and refrained from pushing the black-haired girl to the fountain behind her. "Oh, thanks then, because, for your information, I don't like Jake anymore. And I never did."
"Oh really, because I thought you had a thing with him?" Mikayla laughed teasingly. "So I guess that means that you did love him? I'm guessing you still do."
Miley was close to punching her square little face and send her straight to the lit fountain. But, like she was trained to control her emotions, Miley held her clenching fists to her sides. Instead, she started to raise her voice to her. "Okay, that's it. I don't love Jake, nor will I ever! Now stop assuming things about things you don't know! The girl who loved Jake was Miley, not me. Miley is a close friend of mine and she confides in me about everything. Where'd you hear crap like that from?"
"Miley's my best friend! How would you even know? She hates you just as much as I do, conniving little –"
"Whoa, ladies, ladies." Jake came in between them and held them off. "Ladies, you're making quite a crowd."
Miley took in a breath and stepped back. "Right, right, I'm sorry. That was wrong of me to do that." Mikayla scoffed and took Jake's arm and led him underneath the back porch of the bar. Jake resisted and stood his ground next to Hannah.
"Miley," he whispered to her ear, not wanting to let the crowd to hear what they're saying. "Calm down."
"Jake, how can you bring her here? You know I hate her!" Miley tried to find suitable excuses.
"How should I know? You never told me anything! You never tell me anything!" Jake squeezed her elbow as a sign of anger. "You never told me that you still love me. I thought we were over that!"
Miley clenched her jaw and sniffed. "I never tell you anything?! You never told me that you're filming with her again," she spat back.
Jake glared in one moment, and then smirked in the other. "So, you still love me, huh?" he tried to change the subject.
Miley could not believe that she sees something in a guy like him. "Jake!" She ripped her elbow off her grasp. "I don't know what I see in you…" she stomped off back to the stage, everyone looking at the scene unfolding in front of them. This was a side of Hannah they've never seen happen in public, other than the gossip that's been going around on paper.
"Miley, wait, I'm sorry. Yes, I guess that was wrong of me to do that and I'm sorry that I bailed on you last week. I didn't mean to, but my manager paged me at the last minute that the flight had been moved up." Miley didn't buy it. "Look, can't we just forget about it?" Jake took her hand and led her down the steps of the stage. The crowd tried to look around and tip-toe their way around the bodyguards who were blocking their view of a perfect angsty teen show.
"Jake," Miley sighed. After a history of ups and downs, Miley was getting a bit fed up. She just wants Jake to notice that she's right there in front of him.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't, okay? I," he mumbled, "I love Mikayla. I'm sorry. I love you, too, but, it's just…"
Miley should've known this was coming, but she went with it anyways. "Save it. I know." Sniffing, she made her way towards the fountain, near the bombarding fans who're trying to get close.
"Miley," he whispered. "I'm really sorry." Mikayla ran down and held his hand and snuggled on his shoulder.
She can't feel bad now; it's near Showtime. She needs to act quickly and save herself from embarrassment. Walking her way towards the fans' area, in which they screamed louder, she hastily starts to hatch up a plan.
"Y'know, Mikayla, you maybe one lucky girl," she lied through her teeth, "but I'm an even luckier girl." She glanced over to the hand that she's holding behind the blocked area. Please be a guy, please be a guy, she pleaded. For a good looking guy (okay, so he was wearing a mask that covered half of his face), he sure does have some smooth hands. Hurriedly, she pulled the random young man through the bodyguards' big set of arms. "In fact, I have him, my big bowl of yumilicioius." She cuddled with the man's head and patted his chest. Huh, for a guy's head, he sure does smell really good, almost with a hint of passion fruit mixed with Axe. And he's also a bit short. A bit short meaning nearly a whole forehead shorter than her. Whatever, he's still a guy.
"Who's he…?" Jake pointed out as he and Mikayla stepped in closer. "Isn't he a bit…short?"
"Psh, maybe some random fan. I mean, look at her: she's desperate!" Mikayla glared at Hannah and the lost young man.
"He's not some random fan," Miley patted his shoulder and rubbed his chest. "And he's not short." She gulped as she knew what she has to do next. "He's my fiancé. We're getting married in a few weeks." She turned around and pulled the man closer to her. Slowly, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. She finished off soundly, but kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the faces of the people around her or the person who's holding her. For a guy, he really does have soft lips. And they taste like coconut and vanilla.
I have to open my eyes, I have to. I'll apologize and I'll tell him the rest of the –
Miley wished she didn't open her eyes. She wished she didn't look down directly into the pair of bright blue eyes staring back at her, because she knew who they belonged to.
"Oh my god," she muttered under her breath. "L-Lilly…Truscott?"
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