Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.
Warning: Contains depictions of consensual f/f sex.
A/N: I wrote the first draft of this story close to two years ago now, back when Hannah Montana had just started its third season, the media was still speculating about Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson, and Hayden Panettiere and Kristen Bell were clowning around on the set of Heroes, putting on a show for the paparazzi whilst Hayden gave interviews saying how she liked the idea of being a lesbian. (These references will make sense once you read the story.) 'Lola Likes Girls' then sat forgotten on my computer through two moves and a hard drive crash and system rebuild. I just recently pulled it off my back-up drive, dusted it off, and had another look at it. By now, of course, it seems hopelessly outdated - LiLo and SRon are old news; HayPen finally got to make out with a girl on Heroes, though it was Madeline Zima and not KBell (then the show got cancelled); and now the media are talking about Lindsay for all the wrong reasons, whilst Hayden tours the world, attached to the arm of her ultra-macho boxer boyfriend, and Kristen's ambiguous character Electric Elle lies a burnt and forgotten corpse on a nameless beach somewhere. At least we still have Hannah and Lola... I briefly contemplated rewriting 'Lola Likes Girls' to update it and make it more contemporary, but I think doing so would have fundamentally changed the story, and caused it to lose the feel of Hannah and Lola moving through the current (at the time) social circles of trendy Young Hollywood (which is something the show has always portrayed). Consider it, then, a snapshot of its times. Set in the first half of season 3, before all the Loliver badwrongness. Apologies for the long author's note. Without further ado, onto the Liley yummygoodness.
1. Lola.
Lola Luftnagle had a plan. A very special plan. A plan to misbehave. The plan involved her misbehaving with a certain, very special blonde pop-star, at a very special and exclusive private Hollywood party that very night. And Lola had realized something. Lilly Truscott was way too prudish to ever misbehave in the way Lola wanted to. But Lola could get away with it. Lola could do things that Lilly never could. 'Cos Lola had a reputation for being a little naughty sometimes (or at least, that's what Lilly thought). So Lilly would be safely tucked away in a metaphorical box somewhere in the back of Lola's mind, and this would be Lola's night. She would do things Lola's way. Because, although Lilly Truscott might worry about consequences, Lola Luftnagle had decided not to. Life was too short, and her blonde pop-star friend too special to her, to let this opportunity pass by.
Lola checked her make-up one more time in the mirror. She had gone with the flame-red wig (since she was in a devilish mood), and was punked out in one of her most daring outfits yet - an ultra-short red plaid skirt that didn't quite cover the elastic tops of her thigh-high fishnets, a ripped and cut-off white tee, hanging low off one shoulder, over a short, tight, black cami top with underwire that did great things for her cleavage and left a tantalizing strip of toned stomach bare. The effect was complemented by the usual colorful jewelry, a single black glove on her left hand, and a pair of cherry-red Converse. She hunted out and unwrapped a lollypop from the stash in her fluffy, faux-furred handbag, and popped it in her mouth. Lilly avoided eating too much sugar, since sugar-rushes had a tendency to make her hyperactive and impulsive; Lola, on the other hand, was already impulsive, desired to be hyperactive, and welcomed the sugar-rush. Sucking on her lollypop, she grabbed her bag and studded leather rock star jacket, and turned to watch her very own blonde-wigged celebrity friend Hannah Montana putting the finishing touches to her jewelry selection. Hannah wore a short, slinky, shiny gold dress over a pair of leggings, a chunky sequined belt, and her requisite high-heeled boots. The ensemble was completed with a short, 80's style jacket and a glittery clutch bag.
God, it's like those tights are painted on! Lola thought to herself, as she openly stared in admiration at the way the spandex clung to her friend's long and shapely legs as she moved. Miley - now totally transformed into Hannah - swaggered over to the full-length mirror, striking various poses for the final wardrobe-check. Lilly would have blushed at some of the thoughts running through Lola's mind, but Lola was not the blushing type. And since Lola was in charge at the moment, she was quite happy to enjoy the view.
Satisfied, Hannah finally turned to Lola and smiled.
"Ready to go?"
"Definitely!" replied Lola.
Hannah grabbed her clutch from the dresser, and linked her arm through the other girl's. Together they headed downstairs to the waiting limo.
