Disclaimer: I Don't own Hannah Montana

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Miley's Pov

I rolled my eyes and ignored her insults as I strutted past the brunette and off the stage. I could hear the click of her heels behind me and I surprised her as I whipped around and she practically ran into me. "What do you want?!" I screamed in her face and she glared. "I just wanted to tell you that tonight isn't the last night we'll be working together, apparently your hilbilly dad signed a contract with my manager and we are going to be flying and doing shows and stuck together when we both go on tour at the same time. " Mikayla said in a rather angry tone.

I just shook my head, knowing that I was going to be yelling at daddy for not telling me. "Thanks." I mumbled and walked towards my room. "You're lucky... you should be thanking me for saving your stadium from being empty." She called and I just ignored it. I slammed my dressing room door and ripped off my wig, threw it on the couch and grabbed a bottle of water angrily. I chugged it and it felt good on my throat after singing on that stage, and being practically burned under Mikayla's glare as she watched from behind the curtain.

There's somthing about her stare whenever I sing or perform. It's dark and mysterious, like she's studying my every move. I don't know if I think it's creepy or if I like it. I have to admit that she is a good singer and It's only natural that her and I are paired up to go on tour since we are probably the two most famous at this point in holly wood. I just hate the fighting, I am so fed up that I just ignore her whenever she walks up to me and trashtalks. I looked at the mirror agrily as I heard the door shoot open.

"And you better not look as terrible as you did tonight when we are on that sta-" She started, but then realized that Hannah wasn't in here. She wrinkled her face up in confusion... "I- uh- Hannah came in here..." Mikayla started and scanned me up and down... "Wearing those cloths too." She scanned the room as I stood there speechless and scared of what would happen. "And I bet she wore that wig too." She said slowly as she eyed the wig that I threw. She crossed her arms and glared at me. "You better explain pretty damn good, because if I'm going on tour with you and you're pulling a scam I don't expect you to drag me into it." She spat angrily.

"Mikayla.." I started as I put a hand on her arm, then led her to the couch. I explained about how I don't want to be famouse all the time, and how I like being normal and she nodded the whole time, looking almost dumbstruck. I begged her not to tell when I was finished explaining and she pursed her lips in concentration. "Okay... I won't, but if you screw me over and mess up my career, you will regret it, got it?" She asked and pointed to me. I nodded and she stood up as I copied and she turned and shook my hand.

"Now.. the reason I came in here... I can't remember, but I probably wanted to tell you that outfit is hideous... yeah it is now that I think of it." She nodded and gave me one last cocky grin before leaving my room. I was about to get dressed but then realized somthing and threw my wig on really quick before running out the door. "Mikayla!" I yelled and she turned around. "Tomorrow... when we get seen at the airport together, I'll be watching your hands when you you act like we're best friends in front of those guys. I know you tell me I'm ugly all the time but you get really gropey in front of the cameras." I said and she narrowed her eyes and then walked away angry.

I smiled, proud of myself for being able to say somthing mean back to her... it's kind of like showing effection for someone,I think she was proud of me for doing it because she almost smiled before glaring. Whatever, I'm gonna have to learn to be tough if I'll be on tour with her for such a long time.

My thoughts were broken as my dad walked through the door. "Daddy, why didn't you tell me the stupid Jonas brothers backed out and it's gonna be Mikayla on that plane with me for nine hours instead of a hot guy that I barely know?!" I practically yelled and he chuckled. "Dad... It's not funny, plus she knows my secret, she came in and saw me without my wig. " I complained and her shook his head. "You gotta be more carefull bud, now go wait in the limo, we gotta get home and pack, plus you gotta get alot of sleep since we'll be up early." He said and kissed my forehead. "You did good tonight as well, I'm proud of ya." He whispered and I ran out to the limo.

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Mikaylas Pov

I'm all packed and sitting here waiting impatiently for the stupid plane to get here so that I can get on on it and sit next to miss perfect. Well last night I found out she isn't exactly perfect since she has to juggle the whole double life thing, but at least she doesn't have to cover the bruises. Yeah... I know shocker right? Who would have thought that me, Mikayla Martial of all people would have bad parents... well a bad mom, my manager. If she hits me she tries to make sure it's where nobody can see it because she doesn't want her litte star to look bad, and she doesn't want to get in trouble for it either.

My best friend says that's why I'm gay... oops there I go again. Yeah... I am, and I have a thing for Hannah. When I pick on her I mean it in the most sincere way, I can't exactly just say I love you to the most famouse person I know... she's competition, and a girl. I just can't. Oh it will be torture sitting next to her, I don't exactly like to insult her because I don't mean any of it... but I don't want her to know that when I glare it's because she caught me staring, so I quickly make it look like I was glaring all along.

She sitting next to me with her ipod in her ears and her eyes are starting to close... She looks beautiful. When I saw her without her wig I was almost breathless, I can't believe she needs a wig, she looks absolutely beautiful as a brunette. Plus those blue eyes look good with either of her alter egos. She sighed and sat up stragiht rubbing her temples. I looked away fast as she opened her eyes again. I hope she didn't catch me staring.

I felt her hand on my arm and I turned to look at her after I shivered from the contact. "I think the plane will be here soon, do you wanna walk to the gate now?" She asked and I nodded. "So... we gotta act like best friends right?" I asked and she laughed, then smiled sweetly. "Aww wanna be best friends?" She asked jokingly and held her hand out and I took it, trying to ignore the numbness in that half of my body.

We kept walking straight forward as we tried to ignore all of the paparazzi and screaming fans that seemed to grow, the closer we got to our destination. I saw her manager give her a weird look as he looked at our hands and she mouthed somthing to him that I didn't catch. "Okay... ready for the most aganizing plane ride ever?" She asked and I raised an eyebrow asking her to explain. "I have to sit next to you while you insult me duh." She said and I just rolled my eyes.

We both sat next to eachother some time later, very later, it took forever to take off. She never said anything about being frightened by planes but boy when it took off she was scared. Her hand shot up and grabbed my arm as she stared straight ahead. I flinched because her hand was on one of my many bruises but I didn't make her move because ... well she was touching me and in a way needed to be protected. I laughed and she just looked at me and gulped, then turned red.

"Sorry, I just got scared." She explained and then loosened her grip. About two hours into the flight She got up to go to the bathroom and when she was gone the flight attendant gave me a drink. I stood up as she tried to get past me to get into her seat, but as fate would have it the person in front of us decided that it was the perfect time to decline his seat. Sending Hannah forward, my drink flying and getting al over the two of us and both od us screeching and saying "You clutz, you idiot, oh my god this stain." We both glared at eachother, and everyone in the plane looked at us as well.

There was a long silence and finally Hannah rolled her eyes and groaned and took my hand as I followed her into the bathroom. Eww airplane bathroom, I know what happens in here, and never thought I'd be in here with Hannah Montana. She ringered her hair, making sure none of it got in the wig, before glancing at me and saying, "Don't worry I don't plan on joining the mile high club with you, you're safe." She must have noticed the look on my face, it's creepy that we were thinking the same thing.

I scoffed. "Like I'd touch you anyways." I said and she turned around and glared. "What makes you think I'd touch you?" She asked and I looked her in the eyes. "Well, you're the one that said I was gropey... well when you got pushed forward your hands didnit exactly go to my shoulders." I snapped and she was about to say somthing but the plane suddenly shook and I was pushed up against the wall by her, due to her loss of balance and we hit heads before sliding to the floor.The last thing I remember is her falling ontop of me.

Author's note: It took me forever to start this story because I wanted to finishe my other two first, I'm having trouble finishing comfortable though so oh well, I just couldn't wait and had to do this one, or start it at least, and I need to do some liley too because I've starved a lot of people of liley and I think they are getting mad, anyways, If you saw the trailer for this fic then you know miley and Mikayla are going to swich places... I was thinking about them being able to read eachothers minds after the switch, but maybe it's a bit too much, but whatever you guys think would be cool, please review with your thoughts :D