Author Note:

This is my first Hannah Montana fanfiction and is a spoof off of the movie While You Were Sleeping starring Sandra Bullock. I will change some of the things from the movie, obviously, to fit with the characters and their lives. However, I've also taken some other liberties that are unmentioned in the show and added them to fit the plotline I'm spoofing off of. Anyways, let the chick flick based story begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, any of the characters, or the title and plotline of the movie, While You Were Sleeping. If I did own HM, today's rumor incident would have been handled differently!

-RockDiva

Chapter 1

The early morning sun was starting to sparkle on the ocean as 21 year old Lilly Truscott stepped on to the beach for the first time since the previous summer. The sand felt good between her flip-flopped feet. She knew it was where she belonged, as if her heart was forever tied to the ocean. Five months away was too long. And now as she felt the salty breeze through her hair, she was glad that it never got too cold in Malibu. Not even in December was it too cold for the bravest of heart to go venturing out into that beckoning water.

But not yet. She knew it was too early to venture out. After all, the beach wasn't even open yet. Sure, she knew she had been known to go out before and after hours with her best friend, Oliver Oken, but now that she was older, she realized how dangerous it had been. Of course, it never had felt dangerous with Oliver there with her. He had always been there for her. Maybe that's why he was the first one she had called when she called her friends and family to let them know she was on her way home for the holiday season. He was her best friend and only Miley Stewert held any contention for second place or a tie for that privileged spot.

As Lilly sat at the shoreline, letting the tide wash back and forth over her now bare feet, she finally felt good to be home. She had almost decided against it this year as she finished up finals at California State. There was something so depressing about coming home. Everyone seemed so happy and fulfilled, but not her. Miley had her family, her fans-seeing as even after the world had learned she was Hannah Montana, she hadn't given up show business-and of course her Jake. Lilly smiled, remembering how that story had unfolded right before her eyes. And then there was Oliver. She had never heard him complain about his family. Or his job with Rodriguez Industries. Or that he now had powerful ties with Rico's family and was on his way to becoming well to do. But Lilly knew she would be lucky if she saw her mother more than a day over her vacation. Her mom never stayed in one place for too long. She was a strong working woman, somewhat in denial that she was getting older, or that her daughter was getting older for that matter. And who knows if she'd see her dad. Some holidays she did, and other holidays he was hobnobbing in New York with other accountants.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Truscott," she scolded herself but suddenly stopped when she thought she saw someone out in the ocean. "I guess some people aren't smart enough to…" she looked closer and realized that there was an undercurrent headed towards the unsuspecting surfer. She only knew because she was far enough away to see the waves shifting. "They'll never see it! Look out!" she began waving furiously as she yelled. It was too late; she watched as the surfer was knocked from the board and pulled under. Lilly, holding her hand above her eyes to block the glinting sun, squinted hard for any sign of the swimmer. After about twenty seconds, she realized that something wasn't right.

"Hold on!" she yelled, knowing they probably couldn't hear her, as she swam for the spot that she had last seen them. She spotted the board, still in one piece surprisingly, and felt with her hand to make sure the safety rope was still attached. When she realized it was, she took a deep breath and dived under. Her eyes grew wide as she realized who it was. There in the water, Jackson Stewert dangled, unconscious from banging his head hard on the board when going under. Lilly quickly worked to unhook his foot before pulling him up to the surface. "Jackson, can you hear me? Jackson!" Lilly was suddenly thankful she had chosen to train to be a lifeguard in her junior and senior year of high school. She carefully placed Jackson on the board, knowing she couldn't drag the 23 year old to shore on her own. She then pushed towards the beach as fast as she could.

Once there, Lilly checked to make sure he was still breathing. "Oh thank God," she whispered when she saw his chest moving up and down regularly. But he was still unconscious and now that he was steady, she realized just how bad the gash in his head was. "He must have hit the tip of the board," Lilly said aloud. She ran to her beach bag and pulled out her cell phone. "Yes, I have an emergency. A near drowning victim. He's unconscious. His name is Jackson Stewert. Yes, he's the brother to Miley Stewert! That's not important right now!" Lilly gave the rest of the information needed and waited until she heard the sirens in the distance. Of course, the sound brought other onlookers as the EMT's worked on moving Jackson to the ambulance.

In the rush of things, a familiar face pressed through the crowd hoping for a glimpse of who was on the other side of the massive throng. "Excuse me. Let me through, please. I'm looking for someone!" It was no use. No one would let 21 year old Oliver Oken get close enough to see what was happening. The EMT's headed away from the crowd, Lilly following close behind, until the crowd was left speculating amongst themselves what had happened. By the time Oliver managed to ask someone, the story had already changed at least a dozen times. "Does anyone know who was in the accident or what happened?"

"It was a near drowning incident from what I can gather. Probably some poor surfer was knocked unconscious," a lady answered. "The medics wouldn't answer any questions."

"A drowning? Unconcious?" The worst went through Oliver's mind as he knew the first place that Lilly would have gone to was the beach. He looked around anxiously and suddenly spotted something he hadn't seen before…Lilly's surfboard. "She's here. Or was here. Excuse me, ma'am. Is there anything else about the person? Name, sex, looks? Anything?"

"I'm sorry. It was hard to see anything with the medics hovering around. The hair was long enough to be a girl's I suppose, then again, you have long enough hair yourself and besides it was partially wet so who knows how long it really was. The face was bleeding all over so that wasn't much indication," the lady thought hard. "Well, I did get a glimpse at the hair color. Is that enough? It had sand and blood mixed in it, but I think it was a sandy blonde."

Oliver's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He could barely utter a thank you before taking off towards his house. He had to get to the hospital.

"I don't understand!" Lilly couldn't keep from screaming at the nurse as she stood in the waiting area outside of the emergency room.

"Honey, honey, relax. His father's on his way now. Until he gives us consent, we can't proceed with such a risky operation. I'm sorry, but it's standard protocol. Now if you'll please, settle down," the nurse tried her hardest to make Lilly calm down.

"What if it's too late? Can't you just do it?" Lilly wasn't sure she understood why such a silly rule existed in the first place. She dropped her head and was about to admit defeat when a thought came to her. She remembered seeing it in a movie once and could only hope that it would work for this situation as well. "What about a fiancé?" she bit her lip nervously.

"Exceptions have been made in the past. Are you telling me you're his fiancé or something?" the nurse looked at her in disbelief and Lilly held back a gulp as she nodded timidly. "Well, then why didn't you say something before now?" she talked into a receiver that she wore around her waist. "Can we move the patient with fiancé consent?"

"Uh, yeah, shouldn't be a problem," a voice from the receiver said the words that Lilly was hoping for.

"Alright, sweetie, looks like we can move him if you give the okay," the nurse looked at her and again Lilly only shook her head. The nurse didn't say another word. Instead, she turned and hurried to take the news to the doctor who was standing by to operate.

As Lilly looked around the waiting room, the reality of what she had done set in. She had lied to save Jackson's life. But not just any lie…she had to go and say she was engaged to him. Confusion from everything that had happened on top of her new dilemma sent her head spinning. "It was the right thing to do. The Stewerts will understand," she kept telling herself as she went in search of the hospital's cafeteria for something to drink.