"Just Like the Movies"

Disclaimer: Hannah Montana, its characters and all things associated are property of It's a Laugh Productions, Michael Poryes Productions, and the Disney Channel. There is no profit being gained, and therefore no copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated M for eventual sexual content between consenting young women. If any of that offends you, turn back now.

In addition, the songs "Not Like the Movies" and "The One That Got Away" were written by Katy Perry © Capitol Records.

Nineteen-year-old Lilly Truscott was no stranger to watching performances idly from the wings at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. Many a time had she stood in that very spot donned in a vast array of colors and elaborate prints that were Hannah Montana's best friend, Lola Luftnagle's signature attire. She looked down at her simple white v-neck tee, dark skinny jeans, and scuffed ballet shoes. Tonight she was definitely not dressed as Lola, nor was she appearing as Hannah Montana's best friend. Tonight she was plain Lilly Truscott, fiancée of Oliver Oken and as far as she knew Hannah, or Miley for that matter, was nowhere near the vicinity. Fiancée. She fingered the band of the 6-carat diamond ring that loosely adorned her long slender finger absentmindedly, mulling the word over in her head as she had since he placed the ring on her finger two weeks ago. She was snapped out of her reverie by the obnoxious giggling of one of the teenage bimbos that were currently ogling said fiancé. From the looks of it, Oliver was enjoying every bit of the attention he was receiving from the obviously underage girls.

"For Christ-sake, he was a semi-finalist on America's Got Talent. It's not like he's Bono," Lilly muttered at the lanky brunette who was currently brushing her chest not so subtly against Oliver at any given chance.

"Who?" the girl asked, as she dipped her head and began chewing on the stir stick of her cotton candy colored drink.

"Bono, the lead singer of U2." The girl continued to stare at Lilly with a blank look on her overly made up face, the name meaning nothing to her. "You know what never mind," she muttered irritably as she pushed past the lot of them.

Walking over to the small bar that was set up in one of the corridors just off the stage, she pretended not to hear the shorter redhead mutter, "What's up with her?"

"Who, Lilly? Oh, she's probably just on her rag or something. You know how you girls are when it's that time of the month." He smiled cheekily as the girls joined him in fake laughter.

Taking a gulp of the ice cold bottle of water she had just ordered, she attempted to quell the anger that was arising within her. She steeled herself as she turned slowly, only to see the brunette running her hands up and down Oliver's bicep. Oliver managed to break his gaze from the brunette's large chest that was clearly on display and made eye contact with his fiancée. The ice in Lilly's eyes made him shiver. Without breaking the gaze, almost in fear, he cleared his throat and excused himself from the girls for a moment. He walked over to her quickly, grabbing her arm and tugging her off to the side, away from the daggers that the two young girls were clearly aiming at the blonde.

"Lilly-pop-"

She held up a hand in protest.

"Don't Oliver. I don't want to hear it."

The ice in her eyes began to melt slowly as she turned and walked back to her previous position at the edge of the wings. She refused to let him see the sadness cross her beautiful features. It's not as if it would have mattered much if he did see the sadness in her eyes. She doubted he'd recognize it.

Where was the old Oliver? The boy she'd held hands with in pre-school, her best friend and confidant throughout the years. The tour after America's Got Talent had changed him, for the worse she had decided. The rushed proposal and gaudy ring on her finger were merely symbols of the new Oliver. In Lilly's mind, an engagement ring was meant to be a symbol of their love. Clearly to Oliver, the ring was meant to mark her as his possession.

She returned her attention to the stage as Katy began to sing softly.

"He put it on me, I put it on, Like there was nothing wrong. It didn't fit, It wasn't right. Wasn't just the size."

Absentmindedly, she twirled the loose ring around her finger. Her thumb found the large diamond as it fell to the underside of her hand.

"They say you know when you know. I don't know..."

Her gaze returned to the shaggy haired boy who was seated with one of the teenage bimbos on each side of him. He brought the cocktail in his hand to his mouth, nearly spitting it across the room as the redhead's hand started to slide up his leg. He swallowed, ice and all, smiling nervously. His eyes shot to Lilly before grasping her hand and moving it closer to his knee.

Lilly was sure if the situation was reversed that Oliver would be seeing red right now, completely overcome with jealousy. After all, that was why he had forbid her from skating at the skate park without his company. Not that she would give any of those skater boys the time of day anyway. At one point, she never would have let him dictate her doings. So what was different now?

"They say it's hard to meet your match, Find my better half. So we make perfect shapes."

Perfect shapes. Lilly took a deep breath as a memory of her and Miley flooded her mind. She vividly remembered feeling Miley's body pressed up against hers after a particularly nasty fight with Oliver. She held her all night until the tears had long stopped. Lilly marveled at how perfectly Miley's body seemed to mold with hers.

Miley. It had been three months since Lilly had allowed herself to really think about her former best friend. Not a day went by that something didn't remind her of the southern girl, but she didn't let herself dwell on it. She'd always find something to distract herself with.

Her head snapped around at the faint sound of glass shattering. Glass and ice lay in a pile by Oliver's feet, not that he seemed to notice. The girls were leaning over his lap engaging in a lip lock. One of the brunette's hands groped the redhead's chest blindly, while the other, as Lilly noticed, was currently fondling Oliver's hard on through his jeans. His eyes, even from a distance, appeared glazed over from a combination of lust and the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream.

"It's not like the movies, But that's how it should be. When he's the one, you'll come undone, and your world will stop spinning. And it's just the beginning."

Lilly stood there motionless, unable to process what was going on. In the distance she failed to hear Katy announce the name of the guest that would be singing with her.

"Summer after high school, when we first met, We make-out in your Mustang to Radiohead."

"And on my eighteenth birthday we got matching tattoos."

The crowd went wild as Hannah Montana made her way onto the stage.

"Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof."

"Talk about our future like we had a clue. Never thought that one day, I'd be losing you."

Their voices blended together as the chorus approached. Miley, dressed as Hannah, scanned the wings, locking eyes with Lilly as she belted out the lyrics.

"In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away. The one that got away."

The tears that she had been trying desperately all night to hold back began to fall. Her eyes went from Miley, to Oliver, back to Miley who had yet to break eye contact.

"I was June and you were my Johnny Cash. Never one without the other we made it a pact."

Lilly listened as Miley's voice began to uncharacteristically falter. Katy reached out, touching Hannah's elbow lightly, before picking up on the song.

"Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on, whoa."

"Someone said you had your tattoo removed..."

Breaking Miley's gaze, she brought her thumb to her mouth. After wetting it she brought it to her wrist, removing the makeup she used to conceal the smiley face tattoo with the initials M.S. surrounding it. She traced it softly, having not looked it other than to hurriedly cover it in those three painful months.

"All this money can't buy me a time machine."

Her breath caught in her chest as Hannah made her way across the stage. Breaking eye contact for the first time, her eyes met Oliver's whose attention she had captured.

"Can't replace you with a million rings. No."

The venom in her voice was unmistakable. It was as if every word she annunciated was meant to tear through his chest like a dagger. Effectively, he winced, whether it was from Miley's icy stare or the tightening grip on his member from the teenage bimbos who were beyond ecstatic at the proximity of the pop star.

Her gaze returned to Lilly, and softened considerably.

"I should'a told you what you meant to me, whoa." Lowering her voice and looking at Lilly with all the sadness in the world conveyed clearly in her blue-gray eyes, she sang, "But now I paid the price…In another life-"

The sobs began to wrack her shoulders as she watched Miley return to her previous spot towards the center of the stage and sing her heart out. In the distance, Oliver stood up, buttoning up his jeans and walking towards the stage.

"What is she doing here?"

Lilly scoffed before turning towards him. "That's all you have to say? Why is Hannah here?"

"I thought we made it clear to her that-"

"You made it clear, Oliver. You and your jealousy."

"Do you think I didn't notice the way that she looked at you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, please Lilly. Don't act like you didn't already know that she was practically in love with you."

Lilly stood there, bewildered. Her mouth hung slack as she tried to formulate a response.

"For a while I thought that it might be hot. You know, watching you go down on her while I-"

"Stop. Just stop."

"Don't be such a prude, Lilly. Christ. What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" She wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve before taking a step closer to him. She stared at him menacingly before continuing, jabbing him in the chest with her finger as she tried to make her point. "What's wrong with you Oliver? You've had those two sluts all over you all night and you only pay attention to me when Hannah appears on stage."

"I don't want that hillbilly dyke anywhere near you," he growled, grabbing her wrist and stepping closer to her.

She shrugged out of his grasp, pushing him away.

"Hillbilly dyke? Oliver, she was your best friend."

"Past tense, Lilly. I want nothing to do with her. And if you want to be my wife you will do the same."

"Be your wife? Why, so I can sit at home in Malibu while you're off on tour fucking your little groupies?"

Oliver looked back at the girls, who were watching the couple intently. He smiled smugly before saying, "Well maybe I wouldn't have to turn to them if you would give it up now and again."

Lilly tensed her jaw, shaking her head up and down as she made her decision. She slipped the ring off her finger and Katy and Hannah ended the song.

"Thank ya'll and goodnight!"

Cheers erupted as Katy and Hannah embraced before exiting the stage.

Lilly threw the ring back at him. It hit his chest before bouncing onto the floor.

"Fuck you, Oliver. We're done."

He stood there unmoved as Lilly exited the wings. Finally after a minute he shook his head free of thought. His eyes scanned the floor for the ring, and upon finding it he bent over, picking it up and placing it in his pocket. He walked back over to the girls. Grabbing the brunette's hand, he brought it to his crotch, tracing his bulge.

"Let's go."

"But your girl-"

"We're history. Now come on." He pulled her up to feet before swiftly spinning her around. He pulled her tight against his body before pawing at her chest. He nipped at her ear as he spoke. "Come back to my place and take a ride on the Ollie Trollie. It's sure to be a good time."

He extended his other hand to the redhead, pulling her up from her seat as well as the girls giggled.

With the girls on either arm, he exited the stage. Passing Lilly in the corridor by the dressing rooms he felt a small pang of regret in his chest. But that was soon forgotten as arousal took over. Without looking back, he left the arena.

As Lilly watched him go she couldn't help but feel sad. She mourned the loss of her oldest friend, and it was taking everything in her to keep herself composed. While she realized that the old Ollie had left her long ago, she knew the old Oliver was in there somewhere, hidden under the glitz and glitter of fame.

She was so lost in thought she didn't see the door to the dressing room open…..