Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. I never will *sad face*
A/N: So, this is the sequal to Decode, sorry it has taken so long to write it. I literally just finished it. I really hope you guys like this! Happy Reading!
I still couldn't remember anything after two days. So they sent me home and my dad took me to a house I didn't remember it and I felt horrible. I was going to be a burden to my family and I hated it.
"Is this where we live?" I asked him.
"Yes darlin' your room is up stairs. Do you mind showing her Lilly?" Lilly had came with us when I left the hospital.
"No problem Mr. Stewart." She turned towards me. "Come on Miley. You are going to love your room." She then lead the way up the stairs.
My room was the last door on the right. It was so beautiful. The walls were orange and yellow. My bed matched, it had bright orange covers, it was so breathtaking that I couldn't even believe it was my room.
"This is my room?" I was sure that my room could be this awesome.
"Yeah, do you like it?" She looked a little unsure.
"Like it? I love it!" I noticed a window seat, I ran and sat down on it.
"Your dad let you remodel it a few years ago, we spent three full days on it."
"So we done this together?"
"Yeah, me, you, and Oliver."
"Do we hang out with Oliver a lot?" I hadn't seen him since the day I woke up from the coma. It made me sad, I must have said something that really hurt him.
"Yeah, he is like out own little punching bag." This actually made me laugh.
"He must really like us to stick around. With us hitting him and all."
"Yeah, he has liked you for years. And I know you like him to. You were just afraid to admit it." I wondered why she knew this.
"Did I tell you that?"
"No, it was just obvious. The way you looked at him defanatly gave it away." This gave me something to think about. I must have been afraid to admit that I had feelings for this boy. I felt horrible and I wished I could remember what I had done.
"I guess I must have screwed things up pretty bad huh?"
"Well, you sure didn't make things better." Lilly was looking a little down. "Hay! Do you remember this?" She opened the double doors at the far end of the room to reveal a balcony.
"No, but it's beautiful." You could see the entire beach.
"You usually come out here when you're upset, or if were just working on homework." Lilly said while she sat on a chair on the balcony.
"So, what is our friendship like?" I wanted to know everything about my life and get back to the old me. So Lilly and I stayed in my room for hours talking about everything. It was starting to get dark when my dad yelled at us to come eat dinner.
"Now, Miley we want to tell you something that is very important." My dad said after we had said grace.
"What is it?"
"Do you know who Hannah Montana is?" I was now curious about why he had brought this up. Did I have a weird obsession with her.
"Yeah, famous pop star, sold millions of albums. Why?"
"Well. You're Hannah Montana." Now this was just crazy. There was no way I, Miley Stewart average teenage girl, was Hannah Montana.
"That's impossible. I'm Miley Stewart, not Hannah Montana."
"You disguise yourself so you can be a pop star and follow your dreams and still live an average life." This made no since. I couldn't sing, let alone get in front of thousands of people and sing.
"But I can't sing."
"Yes you can, go ahead and try something." My dad prompted.
"You get the limo right out front, hottest styles every shoe every color." I sounded horrible. They must have been trying to play a prank on me. But when I looked at everyone's faces they were all in shock. "What? I told you I couldn't sing."
"But, you had an amazing voice." Lilly said still in shock.
"You guys, seriously, this isn't funny."
"No, come on." Lilly grabbed my hand and dragged me up to my room.
"Lilly, I've already seen my room." I protested.
"Yes, but you haven't seen your closet." She said going into the small space.
"Yes I have." I had looked at my clothing options earlier.
"No, this is your closet." she shoved aside some clothes to reveal a huge closet full of expensive, shiny clothes.
"Wow!" There were awards hanging on the walls, awards for Hannah Montana. "You were telling the truth."
"Yes, that is why we have an even bigger problem."
"Because I can't sing. So, I can't be Hannah Montana." This really sucked.
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~Domi~