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A.N. I'm not really sure how many chapters this will be. Let me know what you think.
The Back Up Plan
"Men suck." Lilly sobbed into Miley's shoulder, a tissue clutched firmly in her hand. She and Oliver had just broken up not two hours ago after a very lengthy screaming match. Ever since winning America's Top Talent, Oliver changed; over confident and cocky replaced the fun loving, flirtatious and friendly guy they knew him to be. "Will it ever get any easier?"
"I don't know." Miley said honestly. It took every ounce of strength she had to not forcefully remove her now ex-best guy friend from her property and solidly connect her fist to his face. As pissed as she was at him for his stupidity, Lilly was hurting and heartbroken and for that, she wanted to kill him.
"So, he wins a stupid reality competition and acts like the biggest dick in the world? He's going on tour for six months so he severs all ties he has with the little people? Who encouraged him to try out in the first place? Me! That's who!"
Lilly was livid, and Miley couldn't blame her. Lilly's bitter tone and sobs soon gave way to quiet whimpers and soft spoken words. "What happened Miley? It's like… it's like he changed overnight and suddenly I wasn't good enough."
Miley squeezed Lilly's shoulder and turned her to hug her better. "Don't say, that, don't ever even think that. You, Lilly Truscott are way better than 'good', you're amazing Lilly, and don't ever let anyone else make you think otherwise. Oliver's a dick – he let it all get to his head. He's a stupid boy who is gonna regret letting the best thing that's ever happen to him slip through his hands because of his own stupidity."
"How do you do it?" Lilly asked, sitting up slightly to look in her best friends eyes.
"How do I do what?" Miley asked, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Lilly's ear.
"You've had a career, multi-platinum albums, sold out stadium tours and movies, you go back to school and it's like none of that exists. You've never let fame get to your head, and that's something I've always admired but never told you. How do you do it? How do you stay so level headed, or better yet, why do you want to?"
Miley swallowed hard while she considered Lilly's question. "For as long as I can remember, it's always been my dream to be a singer. Growing up, I watched as thousands of people screamed and ran after my father. He was huge when I was born, like, really huge. They followed us home, stalked the tour bus, took pictures of me and momma and Jackson. It was scary. Dad realized he didn't want us to grow up under the glare of the media so he made sure his career was second, after all, 'family comes first', as he says till this day."
Lilly chuckled.
"We moved out to the farm in Tennessee, and it was as if nothing crazy ever happened. We got to be a normal family. I was always singing, and on the rare occasion where dad would play a small club, I'd break out onstage and steal the mic from him." Miley smiled fondly at the memory.
"I knew from then, that performing was what I was born to do, but I saw what it was like; the lack of privacy. I wanted to sing, but I wanted to be normal, just a regular kid like everyone else. Hannah Montana was perfect for that. It was momma's idea, the whole secret second identity thing. Fame is intoxicating, I'm sure you know that from being with me all these years. What Miley can't do, Hannah can. It's crazy, it doesn't make sense, but it's just the way it is. I love being able to walk down the street with my best friend, go to school and do homework, go to parties and not have it splashed all over the pages of some stupid tabloid. I love being able to date who I want and if I do something stupid, it's not documented. It's so hard to juggle, and it gets harder and harder as I get older, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I like being Hannah, but I love being Miley. I don't let it get to me because I don't want it to."
Lilly was quiet as she took in Miley's words. She knew from years of being Lola Luftnagle how celebrities lived in a fishbowl existence. She didn't envy Hannah and Lola one bit.
"Lil, believe me when I say that I'm furious with Oliver and I'm not making excuses for him, but fame is intoxicating – he's just getting his first taste of it and it's not unusual for it to go to your head."
"So what are you saying? That if he apologizes I should take him back?"
"No that's not what I'm saying at all. I know it hurts, but if and when he apologizes… don't throw away a lifelong friendship because he was an ass in a relationship."
Lilly said nothing as Miley got up and went to the fridge. Lilly's tears were dried up, and she cocked her head to the side at the very distinct sound of small metal caps hitting the counter. Miley came back, holding two beers.
"Here, you look like you could use a drink – hell, I think we both do." Miley said as she handed one to Lilly before taking her seat again.
"Won't your dad get pissed? We're only seventeen." Lilly said.
"Eh, we're seventeen, sneaking a beer or two is normal. See, this is another thing I love about being Miley; it's not front page news if I'm chillen' out at home with my best friend drinkin' beer. Now –"Miley sat Indian- style and faced Lilly, who mimicked her position. She held up her still untouched beer and waited for Lilly to do the same. "Here's to us; best friends – no matter what happens or how many losers we date and dump, the one thing that won't change is us. I love you Lil, you're my best friend in the whole world. Cheers."
Lilly clinked her bottle with Miley and both girls took a big swig.
"Mmm, I like beer." Lilly said. She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. "Thank you for being here for me Miles."
Miley smiled. "Where else would I be but by your side?"
Lilly laughed. "Yeah, the same goes for you too you know." She took another long sip of the beer. "It just sucks, you know? We were together for almost 8 months and we break up right before summer. Stupid tour. He probably just wants to fuck some random groupies."
Miley made a disgusting face before taking a swig of her drink. "Ew, I don't want to think of Oliver with groupies. Lil, you and Oliver, you didn't, um…"
"NO! No, we didn't. We were going to, but then he got called back to the second audition for the show so we never did. We fooled around a little, but I'm glad that I didn't sleep with him. You know I would have told you if I had."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ugh, will this dating thing ever get easier? Before Oliver it was Matt and that didn't last, and before Matt it was Lucas, and he was a lying cheating scumbag…." Lilly dropped off lost in thought and she took another sip.
"Hey, I'm not doing any better. Trey, nice guy who had crazy snobby parents. Connor, sweet but had the attention span of a six year old. Travis, cocky. And how could we forget Jake? I love you, I'm leaving. I need you; I'm going to Europe for six months. Then he comes back, we date, and then you remember the whole Jake / Jesse thing. Did that work out? No. It has to get better, it just has to."
Lilly grabbed a fresh tissue and blew her nose. Miley soothingly stroked her back through her tank top to try and comfort her.
"So, you said you and Oliver fooled around… What did you do?"
Lilly didn't even have to think twice about answering. Miley was her best friend after all.
"He, um, he went down on me."
Miley's eyes widened at the image that was suddenly thrust into her brain. Shaking her head, she took a sip before she responded. "Really? How was it?"
"It was good. It felt really good, but I didn't come. He stopped before I finished."
"Seriously? Why?"
Lilly shrugged. "I don't know. He said he was tired so when I went to the bathroom to clean myself, I, um, finished myself off."
"What an ass." Miley said.
"Yeah, but whatever. It's in the past, right?" Miley nodded. "So, you and Jake, what have you guys done?"
Miley grabbed the back of her neck and stretched. "We kind of dry humped and he fingered me a few times. I blew him once also. He gave me one pretty good orgasm, the others I faked." Miley said, blushing furiously and laughing.
"Oliver has a small penis! There, I said it!" Lilly exclaimed, and both girls clutched their sides in laughter.
"Oh, Miley, it's so easy for us to talk to each other about anything."
"I know, and we have everything in common."
"If you were a guy, you'd be the perfect catch." Lilly said, causing Miley to think.
On one than more occasion, Miley found herself thinking of what it would be like if she and Lilly were together – how easy it would be since they get along perfectly. Hearing Lilly say it put an unusual idea in her head.
"Hey Lil, could you ever date a girl?"
"I don't know, I never really thought about it, why?"
"It's just… if we're both not married by the time we're 23, why don't we get married?"
Lilly's eyes bulged. "We? As in you and me? Miley and Lilly?"
Miley laughed. "Yeah, why the hell not? If you think about it, we're perfect for each other. If both of us don't find that certain someone in six years time, we should get married. Call it the back up plan."
Lilly was silent for a few minutes, making Miley think she'd gone too far.
"Yes, ok. If we're both not married in six years, I'll marry you."
Miley and Lilly stared at each other before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
"We're totally serious, right?" Miley questioned.
"I am if you are."
"Ok, drink on it?"
Lilly leaned forward and chastely kissed Miley on the lips before clinking their bottles one last time and downing the contents. Lilly Truscott was Miley's back up plan. The thought was not at all unappealing to her.
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