Know Your Enemy

Hello again everybody! So, I read a Likayla (Lilly/Mikayla from Hannah Montana) story a couple days ago, and it kinda gave me the urge to write one. Then last night three pages worth of outline came to me, so now it's all comin' to you. I am kinda disregarding the poll I mentioned in 'A Story Of The Two Of Us', but I'm really excited for this now. The lyrics are from the song 'Mr. Fancy Pants' by Jonathon Coulton, simply because I find it hilarious. It should be about three chapters. I'm making it my goal now to write the second longest Likayla this site has seen! Starts off kinda slow, but it'll get there in a roundabout fashion. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nothing here, do I own. (To be read as Yoda)

(Hey Mr. Fancy Pants)
Chances are your pants are not as fancy as the pair,
Of very fancy pants that Mr. Fancy Pants will wear,
When everybody's marching in the fancy pants parade,
He's gonna pass the test,
He's gonna be the best,
The best in terms of pants.

As the concert continued on the other side of the wall, this side was rapidly being torn apart by the human female version of Godzilla, Mikayla Marshall, angry and on a mission. Not a good combination for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with her, so naturally the staff all stayed a safe distance away, either leaving the area or pretending to busy themselves with some menial task.

All of them, that is, except for the new guy, Jimmy. Being the new guy, Mr. Jimmy was blissfully unaware of the pop star's violent temperament until she grabbed onto his shoulder, spinning him around, and almost landing him in the pile of ham and pickle rolls he was preparing.

"Where is she?" the girl growled.

He shivered a little in surprise, suddenly quite glad he wasn't a she, and thus not the target of this anger. "She who?"

"Montana. Blondie and her stupid hick manager think they can just take part of my set. I'll show them." Her eyes narrowed evilly, and he shook a little more, wanting her gone as quickly as possible.

"I-I believe she's in her dressing room. Just down the hall on the left there. It's the third do-"

"I know where her dressing room is! Just, just get outta my way!" She pushed him aside and stormed off, leaving him to wipe the sweat from his brow and return to his food.

A ways down the hall already, Mikayla kicked in the door of Hannah's dressing room, not even realizing it had been locked.

"Hey Blondie!" she yelled, before stopping in mid-stomp across the floor. For over in front of the mirror was not Hannah, but another girl she knew, not a blond, but holding a blond wig in her hand. "Miley?" Mikayla's eyes widened, racing back and forth between wig and girl.

"Mikayla!" Miley shrieked, quickly trying to pull the wig over her hair. Unintentionally though, she simply made it easier to see what the others mind was already trying to piece together.

"You-You're her? Or she's you? Or- who the hell are you really?"

"It's actually me, Miley. I just, I wanted to be able to live a normal life, but I still love singing and entertaining people, you know? Sometimes I just needed all the attention to go away. It was just about trying to keep some privacy. But now I'm sure that's all ruined, you're just gonna run off and go tell all the news channels about how much of a fake Hannah Montana is, how she's not even a real girl." Miley pulled off the wig, tossing it to the side and turning away, her head down in sadness.

"I'm not gonna do that, Miley." Mikayla stated calmly, and Miley's head shot up with a loud crack she knew she'd be feeling the next morning.

"Evil rival crazy woman who just found out my biggest secret say what?"

"I know what it's like to want to keep things to yourself, to want to have some things out of the spotlight. There are things it's better if the whole world doesn't know. Things you just need to deal with or be able to have on your own. I get it, I really do."

Miley started getting suspicious at this, her eyes narrowing at the other girl. "Oh, I'll bet you understand." She mocked. "I bet you'll just walk right on outta here and just go on about your business like none of this ever happened. That's exactly what I'd expect from the girl who's been trying to destroy my career for years."

"Look, Miley, I may not like you all that much, but I know how important people's secrets can be to them. I've got one myself I'd rather the public didn't know, and I know how much it'd hurt me if somebody let it out. How about a deal. You don't believe me? Fine. Then I'll tell you my secret, and we'll be even. We'll both have something over the other. Deal?"

"Alright, deal. So what's this big secret of yours?"

"I'm gay." Miley's head tilted.

"That's your big secret? Nobody's gonna care that you're gay, a lot of people are these days."

"And all those people have had the courage to fight to be accepted in society. I don't have that yet. Hell, I've never even had a girlfriend!"

Miley's head tilted the other way. "So if you've never had a girlfriend, and you even dated Jake Ryan in the past, how can you be so sure you're gay?"

"Really it all started because I was dating Jake. I was trying to make you mad, and to convince myself that I did like guys, because, I mean, he was Jake Ryan. Any girl would be lucky to have him, right? And then you came along and-"

"Oh no, please don't tell me you're in love with me, because that'd just be extremely awkward, and I don't really want to hurt your feelings or anything, but-"

"Miley!" she stopped. "I promise you, I'm not in love with you. I was gonna say, you came along, with your crazy plan, and your friend Lilly dragged me out the door, and gosh, it was just, she was so strong, and so loyal, she didn't have any reason to help except for being friends with you, and she held that door shut for hours."

Miley watched as the other girl's eyes seemed to light up with her memories of Lilly. Mikayla's head slowly turned away, a lazy smile stretching her mouth. "But wait, when our plan got stopped, you said you didn't even want to be friends with her."

"I didn't. From that moment on I've always wanted to be so much more. But I didn't know anything about her, she'd just think I was crazy if I told her out of the blue. I had to push her away so I wouldn't let anything slip out."

"Well, I guess that makes sense."

"Hey! Your her best friend! Miley, I know this will probably sound really strange, but will you please please please help me at least see if I have a shot with her? I'd just wanna hang out with you guys for a while, get to know her better."

"You know, if you'd really wanna do this, you'd have to be fully committed. Even being nicer to me."

Mikayla nodded, clasping her hands and kneeling in front of Miley. "I know, and I will. Please, I just have to know."

Miley sighed, helping the other girl to her feet. "Alright, but if you wanna do this right, you're gonna need some practice. We're gonna have to start hanging out together for a while before we even let Lilly know."

Mikayla's entire face seemed to stretch into a smile at this, and she moved forward, engulfing Miley in a giant hug, muttering 'thank you' repeatedly under her breath. As Miley squirmed in the hug's heat, only one thought was running through her head.

'I really hope I don't end up regretting ever doing this.'

Review, keep watch for the next chapter, you know the drill. You also know the hammer and screwdriver, but that's to be expected as they live in the same cabinet. ~SGM