Disclaimer: I don't own the Hannah Montana-show or any of the characters from it. I only own the plot of this story and all the new characters that I've created.

Author's note: This story is a little different, but I hope you'll enjoy it. If you do, review and let me know.

Take me home!

Lilly feel the first warm sunshine in the morning hit her face from her bedroom window.

"Oh, no! Morning already? I wanna go back to sleep!"

"Lilly, get down here! You'll be late!" says a male voice she's never heard before from outside her door.

"I'm on my way! Down in ten!" Lilly responds.

"Okey, but don't be mad at me if you're late at the most important day of the entire year, baby!"

Lilly is even more confused now, who is that guy? Why does he call her baby? And what's so important?

Lilly opens her closet, but is surprised to see the clothes of a 40 year old woman instead of her usual teen-outfits.

"What? This is not my closet!" she says angry and confused.

"Lillian, what's taking so long?" says the unknown male voice.

"Sorry, just a little confused..." says Lilly.

She walks over to her mirror and she can't believe the reflection that appears. It's not 17 year old Lilly Truscott. It's a 40 year old woman named Lilly Truscott.

Lilly pick up a hairbrush and starts to do her hair. When she's done with that she puts on the one thing from the closet that's most like what she usually wore. A pink tank-top and new jeans.

As she get down to the kitchen she see a guy sitting at the table reading the newspaper and eating a sandwich.

"Morning, baby! What's wrong with you today?"

"I'm not your baby, mr...? Eh, mr...?"

"Very funny, baby! It's Richard Gray!"

Lilly doesn't understand. She's never heard of a Richard Gray before. What's going on?

"And who do you think I am?"

"You're Lillian Anne Truscott, my wife!"

"What?" Lilly screams in fear.

"Hey, I'm not dangerous! I love you!"

Lilly is even more angry and confused now when she was a few seconds ago. "What kind of a sick joke is this? I've never seen you before!"

"What? We've been married for almost three years! Last night we made out on the beach and you told me that I'm the love of your life."

"Are you some kind of dirty perv or something? I'd never make out on the beach with a guy I don't even know!"

"You do know me! We met at the Radiohead-concert in Florida, two weeks later we went on our first real date here in Malibu."

"How long ago is that?"

"It was 6 years ago! Don't you remember?"

"No!"

"Don't you remember anything about the past 6 years, Lilly?"

"No! I don't know who you are! I don't remember anything you've just told me! The last thing I remember is that I were a 17 year old girl who went to bed on the third of June 2010 after a party at Miley's house!"

"Who is Miley? And you're not 17, you're 40! Your birthday was two weeks ago!"

"Miley is my best friend. If you're really my husband you'd known that! Sorry, your little joke is over!"

"Your best friend is Cleo Frazier, your co-worker at Truscott Travels!"

"What the heckie is Truscott Travels?"

"The travel-company that you own. You are the no 1 travel-company on the west-coast and have an office in Tokyo and one in London too."

"What's so important about today?"

"Don't you know that? It's two years since the creation of Truscott Travels today. You, Cleo and the other department-heads are having a big party at the main-office here in Malibu."

"What?"

"Now get a little snack and head over to the office, you're late."

Lilly takes a glass of juice and small piece of bread.

"How do I get to the office?"

"Your car is outside, right next to the pool, just like every other day, baby!"

"My car? I don't even know how to drive!"

"Of course you do!"

"No, I can't drive a car!"

"Lillian, what's wrong with you today? You don't know who I am. You don't remember your best friend, you don't know how to drive and you don't know that you own a big travel-company!"

"The name's Lilly and I don't remember anything that you've told me this far!"

Suddenly Lilly's cell phone starts beeping.

"Hi, this is Lilly!"

"Hi Lillian, it's me!"

"Who?"

"Very funny, Lillian! It's me, Cleo! Why are you late?"

"I don't want you to call me Lillian and I'm on my way!"

"I always call you Lillian! What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little confused today! See ya soon!"

"Okey, see ya!"

Richard walk over to Lilly. "If you don't feel okey I can drive you to the office."

"Okey!"

"Do you remember everything now, Lillian?"

"No, nothing!"

"By the way, you should wear something a little less street-like today."

"This is what I always wear!"

"No, Lillian! You haven't worn something like that since before we got married."

"I wanna wear this today!"

"Okey, but they'll make fun of you at the office!"

"Whatever!"

Half an our later Lilly walk into the Truscott Travels-headquarters, a large skyscraper in the north of Malibu.

The security-guard look at her with smile as she walk past him. "Welcome, Lady T."

"Thanks!" Lilly says, trying to look and sound happy.

"Cleo and the others are waiting in the meeting-room."

"Where is that?"

"What? It's on the top-floor. Right-hand corridor. Second door on your left as it always've been, Lady T."

"Of course, have a nice day!"

Lilly walk towards the elevator and enters and hit the button for Level 8.

A few second later the elevator stop at Level 6 and a man step into the elevator. "Morning, Lillian!" says he.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you know? I'm Jack Edward Summers III, head of the British-section of Truscott Travels and a friend of your husband."

"How long have you known my husband, mr Summers?"

"You can call me Jack and I've known your husband for 8 years, we were in the Air Force together."

"My husband used to be in the Air Force?" Lilly ask surprised.

"Yeah, he was a colonel, but he retired from active service when he fell in love with you and so did I a year later. Why do I have to tell you this anyway? You already know all of it."

"No, I don't remember anything about this! That's why I'm late, that's why I don't know who you are!"

"Are you sick?"

"I don't know! All of this is so strange to me, Jack! I remember going to bed last night as a 17 year old girl and today I woke up as a 40 year old woman in a house with a guy I've never seen before who tell me that he's my husband and that we've been married for three years!"

"Two years and 7 months, to be exact."

"How do you know that?"

"I was Richard's best-man at your wedding in New York."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was a very nice wedding. You were wearing a custom-made pink gown and a silver tiara. There was almost 4000 guests and you and Richard were dancing all night long."

Right then the elevator stop at Level 8.

"Here we are, Lillian! Level 8!"

"What am I supposed to do? I don't remember anything!"

"So it's not a joke, Lillian?"

"No, I really don't know anything about this!"

"Don't worry! Cleo and I are here to back you up!"

"Thanks for the help, Jack!"

"My pleasure, Lillian!"

"Call me Lilly!"

"Okey, Lilly!"