Hey everyone :-) Here is one of my new stories. I tought I would post it to see what you all think. It should be pretty fun to write, so I hope you'll like it. It's a bit more on the serious side.
Rated M for language and sexual content. It's also a femslash, so if you don't like it, then you don't have to read it. It's not that hard to not read something, lol. But anyways, hope you enjoy it :-)

--Prologue--

(Miley's POV)

Lilly and I have been best friends for years; we can tell each other anything and everything. Well…at least she can tell me everything…I, on the other hand, am a huge coward. There's a good reason for that, I swear. Truth is, I have two secrets…two very big secrets actually. The first one? I'm the teen pop sensation Hannah Montana. Second one? I'm…well…I'm totally falling for my best friend, Lilly Truscott. But here's my dilemma…I never told Lilly any of this. I know I should since she told me her secrets. She told me about two years ago that she was bisexual and that she thought Hannah Montana was totally hot! How could I tell her that I was Hannah Montana after that?? It just made it too hard that she liked me, well… 'Hannah' technically…and I like her too. I would tell her that I'm crazy about her, but she's so convinced that 'Hannah' will be the one for her. Man, I'm so confused…

I'm sitting on my bed when I all of a sudden hear someone running up the stairs. "Miley, Miley, Miley!" Lilly calls out. Great…now I have to try to act normal. She barges into my room, grinning, "Guess what?!"

I can't help but smile, "What?" My eyes are glued to her as she makes her way over to my bed; sitting by me.

"I got second row seats to see Hannah Montana and backstage passes! Can you believe it?! I finally get to meet the hottest girl on the face of the earth."

Is it weird to say that I'm jealous of my alter-ego? I think it is… "That's cool, Lil," I try to sound like I'm excited for her as I try my hardest not to blush. I can feel that I'm failing that attempt.

"Want to come with me? I have two tickets," she beams.

"Lilly…you know I don't like Hannah Montana. Take Oliver or something," I lie.

She looks so disappointed, which makes me feel insanely guilty. "I just want to take you. You're my best friend, Miley, please…"

Is she trying to kill me? It's getting so hard to lie to her…"I'm sorry, Lilly. I just don't want to go…I'm not a Hannah fan at all."

"Okay fine…" she sighs in defeat and lies down on my bed.

Do you realize how badly I want to roll on top of her and have my way with her right here, right now? Instead, I just lay down next to her, "I'm sorry…" I softly say as I look up at my ceiling.

"It's okay…" she replies in the same tone of voice, then rolls over onto her side to look at me. "It just seems like we're kind of…drifting…" she says the last part softly.

I look over at her, a soft smile on my face, "We're not drifting, Lils. You're still my best friend. I just don't like Hannah Montana. That's really the only difference we have you know." I'm not completely lying…I'm really not fond of my alter-ego. Weird I know, but can you blame me?

She let's out a heavenly laugh that I love so much, "True…but seriously, how could you not like Hannah Montana?? She's the greatest singer on the planet, and I get to meet her," she smiles dreamily.

Was it so hard to ask for her to think that about me; Miley? "What are you going to do when you're face to face with her?" I'm worried about my encounter with her as Hannah. Really worried. What if she recognizes me?

She sits up and I follow her actions, "Well, hopefully I don't get too excited and jump her."

I somehow manage to laugh at this, "That would be quite interesting." No lie there; I'd love that to happen.

"More like embarrassing," she smiles. "She's most likely the straightest girl ever anyways…" a hint of sadness hits her voice.

I accidentally snort in amusement; she gives me a puzzled look. "I, um…well, you, uh, never know. She could surprise you," I smile nervously.

"Yea right," she smiles and stands up. "Well…I guess I could take Oliver." She looks back at me; I instantly get lost in her eyes… "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

I give her an apologetic smile; I hate disappointing her, "I'm sure…"

"Okay…Well, want to come to the mall with me at least? Maybe help me pick out clothes for me to wear that Hannah might like?"

Now that I could do. "Yea, sure," I smile and stand up.

"Thanks, Miles," she links arms with me and we head out the door.

I love having her this close to me, but at the same time, I hate it. I really want to be with her, and I need to find a way for that to happen. If only I could…Wow…I'm so stupid! I am Hannah Montana…I can make Hannah Montana like Lilly. Sure it'd be a lie, but…I really don't know what else to do. I want to be with her so much and all she ever talks about is Hannah. At least this way I could be with her…kind of. All I know is that if Hannah doesn't make a move, I have no chance. One shot, that's all I'm asking for. Even if it turns out to be a one night thing, it would still be a dream come true. She'd be happy and I'd be happy…Right?

Well, what'd you think :-) If it's not any good, I could just delete it and try again. I know this was short, but it's just an intro on what Miley's going through and what she's thinking. It'll get better and the chapters will get longer. This is going to be shorter than my current story "This Is The Life." And I will most likely work more on that story than this one, so you'd have to be a little patient on this story, lol. Anyways, enough with my yapping. Thanks for reading and reviews are always appriciated :-)