Disclaimer: I don't own and I hope I never have to own Miley Cyrus. But I'll happily claim Mitchell Musso if necessary.
Electric Feel.Rain in Malibu. It's as unlikely as snow in Portugal, but I don't pick the weather.
Running home from the beach was Miley Stuart and Lilly Truscott.
"It's pouring it down!" Lilly exclaimed.
"Really! I thought it was sunny!" Miley growled sarcastically.
Over-head thunder rippled and sparks of lightning forked to the ground.
One fork of lighting hit Miley directly and being soaked head-to-toe didn't help. She was electrocuted and died.
The End.
(I really don't like her so I wanted a chance to inflict pain on Miley Cyrus).
(And by naming this short story after an MGMT doesn't diminish how much MGMT ROCK!)