How I think the Hannah Montana movie will happen…I don't own Hannah Montana! & I decided to have Candace in this but she isn't mean.

There was an awkward silence that filled the Stewart family living room. It was the obvious reaction considering the circumstance. Fifteen year old Miley did expect a big reaction from her best friend in the entire world when she told her that she, Jackson, and her father were leaving Malibu forever and moving back home to Tennessee; but not one like this. The words, "I'm going back to Tennessee" hung in the air and Lilly had said nothing in about ten minutes. She just sat their with a dull blank look on her face.

"Lilly?" Miley finally said.

Lilly still didn't answer.

"It wont be so bad I mean we'll write, call…I mean this isn't the end, Lill-"

"It's not me I'm worried about!" Lilly blurted out crassly.

"Then wh-"

Once she'd realized what she'd done Lilly quickly covered her mouth and gasped.

"Who are you talking abo-"

"I have to go!" Lilly shouted, "You don't leave until Wednesday right, well I'll be by before then." She said giving her friend a quick hug, grabbing her green hoodie off the chair and dashing out the door.

Miley looked down at the floor, she was sad before but now she was sad and confused. She planned on telling her friends today, Lilly first Jake, and then Oliver. She didn't want to tell either of them especially considering she wanted to rekindle her relationship with Jake, but at the same time she didn't. She hated breaking news to boys. The most girls do is cry, boys are another story. They either yell, burst out or knock things over. She wished she could just leave and hope they wouldn't find out, it seemed a lot easier than telling them.

There was a loud crash upstairs followed by a very fumed Candace storming down the steps, "ROBBY!"

Candace, Miley's dad's current girlfriend was the Queen of Mean; she loved tearing through the Stewart house causing havoc so she could obtain something out of it. Last week it was new earrings. Miley suspected this week the 5'9'' platinum blonde ex-supermodel was having a Canda-spasm over the huge argument about the rainbow leg table her father, Robby Ray insisted on taking with them back home to Nashville.

Hurricane Candace stormed through the living room; her black stillettos click clacking as she walked.

"Oh, hey Miley." She said flatly as she scooted around her to get to the leg table.

"Uh Candy…?" Miley said tossing a few stray curls back off her face

"Yeah?" Candy answered sizing up the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, well like your dad is like totally bugging over this table. And I hate it. Do you like Mi?"

Miley laughed Candace refused to call her "Miles" and preferred something more "fashion-forward" so Mi was selected., "Not really but my m…Mah-maw got that for him."

Candace's eyes widened, "That woman is straight up scary." She drummed her fake French nails on the counter top while she thought, "Aha!" She jumped her hair flipping as she did, "Maybe if I hide it he'll forget about it. I mean we do leave in two days." She headed over to the leg table and went to do away with it.

Miley laughed, she had to admit she liked Candace. She didn't really think she was a mom type person but a ditzy sister was more like it. A ditzy half sister.

"Yeah that's right Ms. Kunkle I think you're man hands are man-gusting. Mhm, and I'm so happy I never have to hear your prison warden voice ever ever EVER again." Click. Was all Miley heard before Jackson came practically skipping down the stairs.

"Jackson…what was that?"

"It was a little something I like to call, CEE-LOUS-ERR."

"Closure? But like what if something happens and we don't go?" Miley said, only half hopeful.

"Whaaa? Well then I'll have to go myself!"

Miley thought as she looked down at her uggs, "That might not be so bad."

The next day Robby Ray Stewart was putting the finishing touches on packing. There was a giant box on the coffee table labeled, "Living room junk." and it was already overflowing. Even though they were letting Lilly and her mother house sit for a while before they sent Uncle Earl's poker friends to live there, they needed most of their personal things out of the house.

Miley came into the room, it was Jake's day today. She tried to dress as unattractively as she possibly could hoping that Jake would diffusive any desire to get back together with her. She chose a pair of ripped jeans, old Nike shox, and a Tennessee Titans t-shirt. Her long hair was piled on top of her head and she looked ferociously like a before picture from 'What not to wear.'

"Hey Mile." Her father said from the couch, he tossed a remaining stack of magazines owned by Candace carelessly into the box so he could give Miley his full attention, "What's up?"
Miley absentmindedly added spices to the "Kitchen Items" box written prettily in Candace's script as she talked, "Well…I'm kind of wondering if going is the best idea."

"What are you talking about? You know Hannah Montana is a bigger sensation there than anywhere because if some country girl can make it this big anyone can. AND it'll give Candy and I a chance to launch our group."

"Yeah I know it'll be good for the whole role model thing but I think like…I might like someone…"
"Not that Jake kid again."
"No, no, someone el-"

"MILEYY!" Came the suave voice of none other than the zombie slayer himself.

"Oh sweet niblits." Miley said with an eye roll, "Hey Jake."

"Hey," He smiled his Hollywood million dollar smile, "Oh, these are for you." He said handing her a large bouquet of three dozen roses.

"Wow, thank you. These are amazing…" she said setting them down, "There's something I have to tell you…"
"Well, talk away." Jake said admiring himself in a large mirror propped up against a box.

"Um I'm leaving."

"Yeah…Lilly told me." He said I mean you'll be back right?"

"Well yeah but…"

"What, we're friends. And it's not like you're dying."

"Yeah but it's Tennessee-" She stopped herself, she realized she was completely relieved he didn't get mad, but she didn't think it would be him who got mad anyway.

Let me know what you think! But please no flames