"Damn it

Hey Everyone! Thanks for clicking, I really hope that you like my story. I own nothing related to Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers, any characters you don't recognize are mine. There will be a few characters that I make up, but don't worry, I'm very anti MarySues in any variation, including AngstySues or AntiSues. Even though I am anti any type of Sue, if that makes sense. I also don't own Journey, or the song that they sing, but I do love the song for its dramatic vocals. Sorry, here's my story, enjoy! (Or not, you know, it's your choice.)

"Damn it!" I cried furiously at 5:28 in the morning, a time when no normal, respectable teenager should be awake, especially on the 8th day of summer break.

Apparently I was no respectable teenager, because here I was, wide awake (well, actually, barely awake, having been woken three minutes ago by an alarm) and hitting my knee on my best friend's side table drawer. This, of course, was the cause of my angry shout at 5:28 at in the morning.

The previously mentioned best friend had been awake for the past twenty-eight minutes, and had just gotten out of a very lengthy shower. This could only mean that a good deal of the hot water was already gone. Damn, I was hoping to enjoy a nice, long shower this morning. No such luck apparently. Miley sauntered in and shook her wet, brown hair out and looked at the angry look on my face.

"What's going on, Lilly?" Miley questioned in her happy, southern twang. Miley was in one of her 'morning person' moods. I made a mental note to avoid her until I'd had at least one cup of coffee. "It's not even 5:30 yet and you're hollering like a chicken locked in its coop with a fox!" I did not understand the relevance of this comparison, and I gave her the patented evil Truscott look. I was not yet in the mood for expressions from Miley which made no sense whatsoever to me.

"Your side table drawer got in my way again!" I informed her, hoping she would understand the gravity of the situation. Miley laughed and tossed me a towel so I could shower. I took the towel and smiled a half smile of thanks, which was the best I could muster, before announcing my intentions to go make some coffee before my shower.

"Not too much!" Miley called after my, not worrying about waking up her father or brother. They wouldn't be awake at this time by anything less than excessively loud and shrill clocks, or the smell of something sweet. "You don't want to scare your cousin by being so wired!" I stuck my tongue out at my best friend in what I thought was an extremely mature manner before flouncing down the stairs into the Stewart's kitchen. The two of us were being forced to awaken at such an ungodly hour because they were going to pick up my cousin from the airport. My parents were off cavorting and frolicking in the Virgin Islands for the next two months, and I was 'too young' to come with them. Therefore, I would be staying with Miley, and my cousin would be staying with the Stewart's as well because her parents were 'mature enough' to go with mine on their drunken vacation. This situation may seem awkward, but my cousin had visited from Boston multiple times and got along with Miley. She was actually moving here once her parents got back because her dad had become vice-president of his company, and decided he wanted to move back to his childhood home of California.

Forty minutes later, and eight minutes late because of Miley's shoe crisis, we had gotten into Miley's car and were now driving only a little recklessly toward the airport. I flipped through radio stations in an irritated manner, attempting to find a station that we would agree on. I settled on a radio station that played classics, currently playing Journey's corny but fun Don't Stop Believin'. Miley rolled her eyes at my choice, but was soon singing along with me at the top of her lungs during the choruses.

"It goes on and on and on and on—

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows serachin' in the night

Streetlights— People

Livin' just to find emotion

Hiding somewhere in the night!"

Miley and I were so caught up in dramatically singing the stretched out 'night' that Miley almost missed our exit and had to cross over three lanes in around five seconds to make it, sheepishly waving apologies to the honks of irritated adults driving to work.

"I feel kinda bad now," Miley confessed guiltily.

"Eh, they'll get over it," I reasoned, comforting my friend. "Besides, I'm sure they need a little thrill in their lives before work. Right?" She laughed at my reasoning.

"So… I hate to bring this up now, but your cousin's going to be living with us for almost two months. Daddy's been bugging me about how we're going to keep this Hannah secret and I keep telling him that we have it all worked out but, uh, we have nothing worked out." I widened my blue eyes and turned to look at the other girl.

"Crap! I haven't really given any thought to that. I mean… she's not oblivious. How're we going to keep this under wraps?" How could I have forgotten about this? It was pretty much the biggest secret anyone had ever entrusted me with. And I told my cousin everything.

"I don't know," Miley worried, "I mean, it's hard enough keeping it at school. How am I supposed to keep it from someone sharing a house with me?"

"We shoulda thought of this before!" I said in a high-pitched voice, slamming off the radio in frustration.

"Well we didn't!"

I started to gnaw on my lip worriedly and looked at the window, hoping the early morning sky would calm me and give me some brilliant idea. "How many concerts do you have this summer?"

Miley furrowed her eyebrows together in thought. "I don't know, Daddy and I haven't really talked about it, but I'm supposed to be doing a new recording pretty soon. And there's supposed to be this really big music festival sometime during the summer. I really wanted you to come with me, you know, as Lola. I thought it'd be pretty cool."

"I want to go though!" I whined. "Well… what if… what if I just tell her that I have some kind of internship at the festival, working for you backstage. And I'm dressing up as Lola because… because I don't want Us Weekly to be bugging me about whether or not you prefer Coke or Pepsi?"

"I guess that would work," When she got worried or angry, Miley's accent came out even more, and it was in full swing right now, "But you have to be super careful, Lilly. I don't want her treating me any differently. And a secret like this is majorly hard to keep. As we both know." Miley shot an accusatory glance at the back of my blonde head, indicating the number of times where I'd been close to slipping the Hannah/Miley secret to someone by mistake or a stupid slip of the tongue. I smiled and shrugged innocently.

I decided it was time to get Miley's mind off of this and onto something else. "So…" I began slyly, "How's Jake?" Miley grinned at the mention of her soon-to-be boyfriend (we were both sure of it).

"He called last night after you fell asleep," She dished happily.

"Aw! What'd you talk about?" And on the way to the airport, the two of us gabbed on and on about the conversation shared between the two love struck teens and analyzed and dissected what he'd said for the rest of the time in the car, word by word, pause by pause, giggle by giggle.

Little did they know that in the state next to them, a tour bus of brothers was coming straight toward them, ready to wreck havoc upon their lives.

The previously mentioned bus was currently driving through Nevada, and the bus was in turmoil.

"Where is it?" I heard my older brother shout angrily. Nick looked at me, his eyes shouting 'Seriously. Must you?' I smirked back at him and simply shrugged. "I'm not kidding anymore! Where is my straightener?"

"What straightener do you speak of?" I asked him innocently. Kevin rounded on me, glaring. This was fun. This was the most worked up I'd seen the guy in a pretty long time.

"Joe! You took it and put it somewhere! Where is it?" At my nonexistent response he came closer. "Joe…" He began warningly. I jumped up off my bunk and sprinted past him. "Get back here!" He hollered angrily.

"But I didn't do anything!" I fibbed. Kevin growled and jumped on my back. After a very intense mock battle, where Nick and Frankie placed quarter bets on the winner (Nick went with Kevin, Frankie bet on me) I confessed to him that the straightener was currently resting underneath the mini refrigerator.

"Just for that I'm not helping you before our next concert with your hair."

I looked at him, pleading sorrow with my eyes. "But I gave it back to you!"

"After I beat the crap out of you."

Nick laughed and flipped his newly acquired quarter up in the air. "You didn't beat the crap out of me! I felt bad for you, so I let you win."

"Right, that's why you kept crying out 'mercy!'" Nick said sarcastically.

"I was acting! Duh Nicky!" I retorted in my best valley girl voice.

"You are so obnoxious." Kevin told me, checking his straightener for any damage that may have occurred during its brief stint out of his sight. His hair straightener was his baby. It was ridiculous. Alright, so maybe I am being a little over-dramatic about the whole thing, but it seems like he has an innate connection to the thing. Fine, I use it too, but you know, only takes me about 15 minutes.

"I may be, my favorite older brother, but without me around, how much fun would you really have?" I smiled what I thought was quite and award winning grin. Apparently Kevin had no judge of smile value because he just walked away to return his most prized possession to its proper place of honor. With Kevin gone I flopped back onto my bed and decided I should take a catnap before our next stop. Nick was quietly playing cards with Frankie and I could hear Kevin talking on the phone with his girlfriend, Laurie, telling her how much he missed her and couldn't wait for her visit. I couldn't sleep. I popped my eyes open and rolled over on my side. Something was off. I started tapping my foot to a silent beat, hoping to kick off some nervous energy. No such luck. I sat up and turned to look at my brothers. "Nick?" My fro-bro looked up from his game of War, much to Frankie's irritation. "I'm bored."

"Find something to entertain yourself with."

"Like what?" I wanted Nick's place in the game of War with Frankie, and I wanted it now. I had to make him lose.

"Read a book." In his distraction, he missed a double jack that Frankie had already snatched up.

"I don't want to though." Nick missed a sandwich in a very big card pileup. There was no way he was winning now.

"Can I play winner?"

"Please do." Frankie said. "Nick stinks at this game."

"Hey!" Nick was offended by the questioning of his card skills. "I taught you how to play this game."

I grinned, happy for a chance to stir up some fun. "And so the student surpasses the teacher. Nice job, Frankie!" I held my hand up for a high five, and Frankie slammed his palm on mine with all his might, which wasn't very much, obviously pleased with himself.

Nick turned from us in disgust and shook his dark curls. "I see how it is. Thanks guys." They continued their game, and I busied myself by finding pictures in the blue brown and white speckles on the table they were playing on. There was a guitar. A tree. A fountain. A chicken with an ascot.

"Ha!" I looked up, startled. Frankie was grinning triumphantly and attempting to shuffle a big deck of cards. "I beat him!" Nick threw up his hands in surrender and moved over so I could take his seat and put my younger brother back in his place.

Four card games later and halfway through a viewing of Shrek, we were crossing over the state line into California. I'd been there once or twice before, but I'd never felt this jolt of anticipation. I grinned. "Hey Nick?" He looked from the movie screen to me expectantly. "I think something pretty great is going to happen this summer. And I can't wait to find out what it is." After I said this, I decided that what I'd just said was the reason for the off feeling I had before. Nick furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me, only a little confused. He was my brother, which made him somewhat used to my strange antics.

"Joe, you know, sometimes I wonder if someone dropped you on the head when you were born."

"It was me!" Kevin cracked, laughing at his own joke. Nick and Frankie joined in, and I pretended to look abashed.

"Fine! Mock and laugh!" I knew what I said was pretty dumb, but I really didn't mind sounding stupid in front of my brothers. Something great was going to happen. They'd see that soon enough.

I didn't know how right I truly was.

Okay, done with the first chapter! I hope you liked it! If you see some similarities in the two POV's, it wasn't exactly accidental (hint hint, nudge nudge.) I'm definitely going for a Lily-Joe relationship, if only friendship, because this fic will be Lily-centric. I'd really appreciate a review, even if it is to flame me. Hit the button and leave one, please!