DISCLAMIER : I don't own Hannah Montanna, to be honest I wish I did because then there would be a Loiver/Loliie/Liver (whatever you call it) And i would know Emily, Miley and Mitchel. and I'd give myself a leadingrole. Also I do not own any brands or anything mentioned. Althoug hI do own a HM note book and two pens ;) HAHA! I got inspired by this story /s/3562732/1/ Thats story is real goo I suggest you read it. Although my story is going to be differnt there will proberly be some simillarites but when I read the story it's only on chapter 9 so there may be some amazing coicidence that they'll turn out extakly the same but I doubt it. (AND OMJ THIS IS REAL LONG DISCLAMIER SORRY).
Chapter one ; Thanks miley o)
Here i am, with Miley, having my first experience with alchol. Yes I'm 15, some people will say I'm too young, others will say they had there's when they were nine, and laugh. I've never really wanted to try alchol though, I don't like what it does to people for example my dad, "the only man a girl can trust is her daddy" phft. well Frenchy thats bull. My dad is an alcholic, a very bad alcoholic, when he was drunk he broke china and windows and threatened to break mum. We all got scared (me, mum and Becki my little sister), it was the reason my mum and dad split up. It took so long for them to split up because he was luvly when sober, I hate the affect of alchol on my dad. WHat if I'm like hten when I'm drunk ?.
But as usual Miley conviced me to do it, she has a way with conving me to do stuff, like the time she made help her lock Mikayla out of her studio and now instance. I don't know how she does it though, maybe it's because she has a trusting face and trusting country accent. The girl that appears she can't do no wrong - Miley. She said she wanted to try it, experiment because apperntly it's what teenagers do. I'm not too sure about that, she watches TV far to much, it's proberly about the double life thing too, you know you see all thoose other celberties getting pissed and drugged up. But then agian Miley has always been more willing to try new stuff then I do. I need to stand up for myself when Mileys around but never mind. Agian she always conviceses me to do stuff I don't want to like drinking.
Three WKD's (blue, red and white) and two vodka shots thats it but I feel real lightheaded, like on a bubble. Mileys had more then me, and you could say she was a little more then lightheaded, more then tipsy even. She's had each and evey colour of WKD and one or two Barcdi Breezers (I had sips from each) and two vodka shots like me. I didn't know where Miley got the alcopops from because her dad Robby-Ray looked more of a beer drinker and alchol doesn't look that much of a drinker and if he did drink then he looked more like a cider person. I brought the vodka, I found it in a box of my dad's stuff he needs to collect I don't think he'll ever collect it though so he won't mind if the vodka suddenly goes missing. And mum or Becki won't look in the box anyway. Brr it's cold.
This leads me onto anouther point. Anouther brilliant plan of Miley's. You may be wondering where we are right ?. Well we are at the park sat on the kiddy swings (well Mileys trying to fit in it which she proberly will but I'm scared she'll get stuck), I told my mum that I was staying at Miley's and Miley told her dad she was staying at mine. Well actually Miley told my mum that I was staying at her because I still have a nervous laughing thing when I lie real bad (which I would of been doing) and my mum can tell when I'm lieing straight away, no doubt. And Miley's got over the laughing, hiccup, sweating thing now anyway. And she's a very believeable liar to be honest. She made something up about a Hannah Thing and that she had some Lola clothes and a new Lola wig, rainbow coloured and then we ran / walked very fastly out of the house.
Talking about the house, my house, my home. I want to go back home but I can't right because I'm staying at MIleys and it's like mindnight so I can't go home and say "me and Miley had a argument" because we should be in bed but no where sat on swings drinking. And just as I predicted Miley had got herself stuck, I must admit it's funny, hilarous. It's a sight to see a 15 year old girl in a tiny miniskirt on stuck in a kiddies swing. But never mind, she'll live hopefully if I could get her out of the swing.
As Miley was lieing on the floor with her legs trapped in the swing made for 5 year olds and younger, I decided to try a whole bottle of Barcardi Breezer watermelon. It was nice. I decided to ask Miley my question, "Miles right, where did you get the alchol ?" I asked with my phone like a tourch shining on her face. "Well it's a long story hiccup you see hiccup Traci Traci Traci got me it hiccup she's luviiiily" Miley sad very drunkenly. I didn't like Traci much in the first place, and clearly she didn't like me much either but she copes with me for Miles or should I say Hannahs sake. "Oh ok is that why wanted to try it ?" I asked because Miley had never asked about drinking before. "Yeah she saihiccupd that everyone did it, so I didn't want to be left behind hiccup" Miley never liked to be left behind especially on Hannah's sake for example the Z phone, which she got in the end. And yes I've got her O phone. Mileys just relaxing still stuck but her constant hiccuping was doing my head in so I walked over to the proper swings.
I'm feeling slightly more lightheaded now since I began to swing. I wonder how I was going to get Miley out. My head started to spin and i fell off backwards of the swing and I thought it was the funniest thing ever even though I'd cut my arm. Earlier that evening we went to Mileys house after mine, so Miley could get the stuff and she wanted to change. But as we walked into Mileys house and Jackson threw a creampie at me I know random right. I hadn't bought anymore clothes with me because then Mr S. would ask why I had clothes with me. So I had to borrow some of Mileys clothes. So I was wearing the skinniest jeans I've ever worn and a purple babydoll top. I didn't feel like me at earlier and even less like me now.
It was getting cold and as I wandered back to Miley to see if she had got free from her swing prison. She hadn't I tried to help get herself out but she wasn't much help and neither was I. Who could help us ? Not one of our parents or siblings, Becki would definetly tell mum and Jackson would hold it over Miley forever. There was only one person I could think of. I found the number on my phone and rang. Pick up Pick ip Pick up please was my montar I keep repeating it until I heard the phone being picked up.
"Hello who is this ? and do you realise it's like 12:10 ? mindnight time not daylight ?"
"Yes Oliver of course I do, I need your help"
"How?"
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