Heyy people this is my first fanfic so go easy on me :3

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Hannah and Lily don't belong to me they belong to Disney :P

Green eyed monster

You get best of both worlds

"THANK YOU VERY MUCH GUUUYSS YOU MEAN LIKE SO MUCH TO ME! WITHOUT YOU I WOULDNT BE SO LUCKY" Hannah yelled into the microphone, as the massive crowd of excited minifans began to roar with delight.

An ordinary day for the pop royalty, basking in the spotlight while people screamed her name. Except that isn't her name. There were only 4 people in this entire world who knew who the actual Hannah. One blinded by love for his daughter ,one too busy living the rock stars life touring with a band ,one to busy drooling over a b-b-b-b-bikini model and the last well. It seemed she knew the real Miley behind that sugar coated innocence.

No one really cared for her; she was just Hannah's cartoony sidekick, the girl who stood at the edge of the stage watching Hannah Montana escalate into stardom. What was her name? Lolly? Leila?Lorna?

Lily leaned against the stage door; it was the third time this week. The exact same spot .Listening to the exact same Hannah song while watching her best friend sings the exact same lyrics. The only difference was that Lily had an inevitable biology project looming over her the next day. Most girls would jump at the chance to be on the exact same sparkling stage, only a metre away from their idol, the chance to see Hannah Montana's several dressing rooms filled to the brim with garish sparkly outfits .Lily was like that once, awestruck at the sight of a glamorous new surrounding, it was so different from her life in LA, where everything was taken easy and the world went by lazily in the fierce heat. She hadn't realised the amount of production it took for one girl to sing a few songs, all the machinery, flashing lights and music! When her best friend walked on to that stage she was the one with the loudest scream while Hannah giggled at her crazy 'd then drag Lily on to the stage to tell all her fans what an amazing best friend she had.

4 years had slowly passed while Lily painfully watched as her sweet Miley was devoured by a fame-hungry Hannah. The magic of the celebworld excited her as much as a maths test. There were only so many tinny pop tunes she could take. The sickly sweet lyrics were engraved into her mind from the hours spent watching Miley rehearse and perform.

"BYEE GUYYS SEE YOU IN A BIT" Hannah giggled as she was ushered off the stage by 5 stage runners they all brushed past Lily .Lily didn't mind it had always been that way .Stage guys weren't there for HER, their jobs depended on a certain blonde wigged pop princess. Anyone else is insignificant.

Lily could feel the tears roll down her cheeks as the bodyguards bustled past her .Lily wasn't upset about the surly guard; she was more upset about the so called best that'd just ignored her.

After all shed done, she'd sacrificed her teen years to be Hannah's skivvy and Miley's cover. Parts of the Hannah years had been amazing the parties. the glamour and limos but sometimes it felt like bad sitcom complete with canned laughter and happy ending ,happy endings for Miley definitely .Lily had to cope with the aftermath of doing Miley's work for her, covering for Miley's absences while touring the world and inevitable tiredness after several Hannah gigs Yet she barely got a hello these days. Lily could remember once upon a time she was excited to have the world's greatest superstar as her best friends but now she realised it was a secret burden on her soul, a secret world where she didn't belong.

She supposed it was the jealousy creeping in, the soft green tendrils choking her as she watched Miley's career go from strength to strength as she still worked at a funfair. Miley got to meet the queen. Lily got to sell stuffed animals yet she had just as much talent as Miley. Maybe it was because she didn't have the perfect daddy like Miley who could sweet talk anyone. Lily didn't have a special anyone. She wanted to wear the blonde wig. Not the pink.

Yet she still faithfully came to every gig, watched the life shed always wanted and the so called best friend who treated her like dirt. The soft speaking Tennessee girl had turned into another Hollywood fame whore but Lily could still see the golden heart cloaked in Prada. One day she'd get her Miley back –all she had to do was wait.