So. I felt like writing this sooner than I planned… I feel like such a liar. A side note – it is called Seduction for a reason. I'm staying at the rating K+ for the moment, since I don't think it's going to get bad, but that's subject to change. This has been a public service announcement.

I must apologize for some parts of this chapter. I just got finished watching Interview With a Vampire and Queen of the Damned. I'm feeling dark.

The time line with this story is a little shaky, I know. But if you don't think too hard about it, you'll be fine. Please don't take this story too seriously. This one is kind of just me having fun. I know Luanne isn't exactly in character, but I didn't think the show really gave her a firm character.

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Luanne unpacked her small suitcase and reveled at the size of Miley's room. She could never quite get over the fact that Miley's lifestyle was so vastly different from her own. Where Miley had a large spacious room, Luanne shared a cramped space with a little sister. Miley had a mansion, Luanne had a barn house. Miley had the beach, Luanne had the corn fields.

It just wasn't fair, Luanne had decided that years and years ago. This years old rivalry of sorts had wilted in their time apart but it bloomed again as soon as Robby Ray had phoned asking for Luanne to come halfway across the country to stand in for Miley while Miley took care of business in Hawaii.

At first, Luanne had bristled at the request. Had she been a dog, her hackles would have risen and her lip would have drawn back, revealing pointy teeth ready to sink into the nearest bit of unguarded flesh. But that had passed; it left her with a sense of opportunity. This would be her chance to get even with Miley.

Ruining Miley's career was out of the question – there were people in Hawaii who would be able to vouch that Hannah Montana and her manager were there during the time that Luanne would be impersonating Miley. That left Luanne a few options, however unsavory they might be.

The first of which was impossible – Ruin Miley's reputation at school. She'd been foiled preemptively on that one because Robby had thought far enough ahead to call Miley in sick. Luanne was upset that they didn't trust her enough for such a menial task, but then again, they knew who they were dealing with.

The second option she had thought about was the one she was going to use, though she wasn't happy with the arrangement. It would quite possibly ransack the friendship Miley had with both Lilly and Oliver, and that was payment enough for Luanne. The second option was that of seducing Lilly; when things got serious, Luanne would be gone and Miley would be left with a thoroughly love-struck Lilly.

Luanne could picture it – Lilly leaning in for a passionate kiss only to have Miley jerk away in disgust. Lilly would be crushed, Miley would be confused, and Oliver would hopefully be disgusted. Or, from Luanne's limited knowledge of males, he would try to capture it on film. Either way Miley wouldn't be happy.

"Luanne, want some dinner?" Jackson hollered up.

"Jackson, you have to call me Miley! What if someone heard?" She yelled back.

"Oh! Good thinking… Er, Miley! Want some dinner?"

"Yes." With her suitcase emptied, she set it beneath Miley's bed and headed downstairs again. The only thing she needed before enacting her plan was to get Jackson good and distracted.

"Well, I'm ordering pizza. What kind do you want?" Jackson held the phone in his hand.

"This shouldn't be too hard," she whispered to herself. In response to his question, she spoke louder, "Sausage."

"Is pepperoni okay?"

She shrugged her shoulders and went to the couch. Flipping on the television she tried to get her mind in order. If this was to work, she had to think like Miley. She'd have to fool Miley's best friend.

"Jackson, before you call, wouldn't you rather go out with a girlfriend? I'll be fine on my own." She offered, baiting him.

He took it. "Really?"

"Really. I'll make myself a sandwich later when I'm hungry. I'll be okay just watching the tube." She waved the remote at him with a big grin. "So go, get a date."

Hesitating only a moment he returned the smile, "So, just stay out of trouble. And if Daddy calls, I'm asleep."

She nodded, "Alright."

He ran out the front door only to return moments later. Hurrying to the coffee table he retrieved his wallet and keys.

"Kinda need these." He blushed lightly before leaving once again.

Once she knew that he was gone she picked up the phone and scrolled through the caller-ID, searching for the Truscott number. Someone picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Lilly Truscott speaking."

"Lilly! It's me." Luanne tried to play at being Miley as best she could.

"Oh hi, Miles. What's up?"

Luanne wanted sigh with relief – Lilly was buying it – but refrained. "Want to come over and watch a movie with me?"

"School night, remember?"

"I know, but you'll be home before ten." Luanne glanced at the clock on the VCR; It was six o'clock.

"I'll ask my mom, but I'm sure it's fine. So I'll be over in like five minutes, okay?" Lilly responded. Hanging out with Miley was always on the top of her To-Do list.

"Okay. Bye." Just before hanging up, Luanne added in a quick, "Love ya."

Lilly didn't have time to respond; it was out of the ordinary, sure, but Miley herself was out of the ordinary. With permission granted she quickly ran the distance between their houses and barged through the front door without knocking.

Luanne was nestled on the couch, remote resting on her knee, "Come on! I already popped the popcorn and everything."

"So what are we watching?"

Choosing a movie had been difficult for Luanne – if she chose a romance, she'd have plenty of opportunities with which to send signals to Lilly; if she chose a comedy, she'd be able to jokingly touch, brush against, and play; if she chose a thriller, Lilly might choose to hide behind her.

"Fifty First Dates." Luanne responded. It was a safe choice, a romantic comedy.

"I love this movie!" Lilly flung her body down onto the couch, head nearly in Luanne's lap.

Luanne hit the play button on the remote before setting the remote on the coffee table. As the movie proceeded, Luanne moved her hand to Lilly's hair, running her fingers through the luscious locks. Lilly either didn't notice or didn't feel like complaining.

Emboldened by Lilly's lack of response, Luanne began rubbing little circles on Lilly's back, edging lower and lower slowly. She was near the rim of Lilly's jeans when Lilly sat bolt up right.

"Miley, what are you doing?" Lilly demanded softly.

Luanne feigned blushing. She wouldn't push too hard this evening – she had three days to work her magic. "I'm sorry. I just got really into the movie and didn't notice what I was doing."

Lilly accepted it and fell back into the cushions; Luanne removed her hands, setting them in her lap. That was enough for one day. When the credits rolled, Luanne got up, stretching; Lilly was right behind her.

"I better head home before my mom has a spasm attack on me." Lilly chuckled, "See you tomorrow."

Luanne walked her to the door, "Yeah."

With Lilly gone, Luanne set about cleaning the house, clearing away the mess and returning the DVD to its case. There could be no signs that Lilly was there. It wasn't that Jackson was particularly perceptive, but Luanne wanted no trail left behind. Nobody would know what happened until it was too late.

Barring one nightmare, Luanne slept exceptionally well curled up in Miley's bed, head on Miley's pillows. Morning came quickly and Luanne was depressed to find that she had nothing to do until school was released. It would be fishy for Luanne to show up at school even after Robby had pulled Miley out so Luanne was under house arrest for the time being.

Jackson was gone by the time she got moving. That was fine with her, though. It gave her more time in the shower – the shower was one of those niceties that Miley received daily and Luanne did not.

Warm water was a prize back on the farm. Since there were many family members and only one bathroom, the early risers got the warmest. Luanne was not an early riser to say the least.

She enjoyed her almost burning hot shower immensely and loved the clean fluffy towels even more. What she wouldn't give to be Miley… she sighed softly and buried her face in the maroon towel. It smelled of fabric softener but the softener was supposed to be scented like daisies.

Working past the towel, Luanne found Miley's supply of make-up and spent an hour or so dolling herself up, wiping her face clean, and restarting. Miley had so much of the cosmetic supplies that Luanne thought she'd never run out of strange and interesting combinations to try out.

When her hair had air dried sufficiently, Luanne pulled it away from her face and had some fun styling it with Miley's extra hairbrush and beauty supplies. After a few failed attempts, Luanne decided it was safest to let the hair lay flat – she rewet it slightly and smoothed it down.

Cosmetics completed she pulled on her clothing, careful to dress in a manner that fitted Miley. It drove her bonkers to have to wear tight jeans and slim tank tops, but she sucked it up. It would all be worth it if Lilly gave in.

Staring in the mirror Luanne had to smile; anybody who didn't know Miley had an identical cousin would be confounded as to how anybody could look so much like Miley and not be her.

She still had a few hours to burn so she marched downstairs and dug through the refrigerator and pulled out a few hotdogs. Popping them in the microwave she nuked them for thirty seconds, enjoying the popping noise as the ends burst. When she removed them she had to be cautious, unwilling to scald her fingers on the silly little meat logs.

Not bothering with a bun, she took her meal into the living room and turned the television on again. There was nothing on but soap operas and cartoons, so she settled with a soap opera. It was actually quite comical. It seemed that one of the main characters had an identical cousin who was using her identity to win the heart of a woman in order to get even with the cousin.

"Like anybody would believe that." Luanne snorted and bit into her hot dog. "I mean, come on, that's like the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

When her hotdogs were gone, Luanne wiped her hands on her jeans, wondering what else she could do while she waited. Leaving the television playing to an empty room she wandered upstairs and into Jackson's room. Exploring in there would probably be the funniest thing she did all week.

Under his bed was her first stop – that was where she found a few adult magazines, mostly new but seemingly untouched. She found a few pairs of boxers and a white muscle shirt. The shirt seemed a little too big for Jackson, which would explain why it was discarded.

Holding a pair of boxers between her fingers delicately she edged her way to Jackson's laundry basket, or what she assumed was his basket. It was actually his desk chair but it had so much clothing on it, it might as well have been a trashcan. Instead of a chair at his desk she found a pile of schoolbooks stacked to just the right height.

Messing with his computer was bound to get her in trouble, though, so she avoided his desk for the most part. She did move some papers around in the hopes that something interesting would catch her eye. There were a few used tissues scattered, but she ignored them. It was just like a boy to be so dirty.

Her heart nearly stopped when she heard the front door slam shut. She scattered from the room, pulling the door shut behind her as quietly as she could manage. Slipping into the bathroom, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands. By the time Jackson got upstairs she was drying her hands.

"Hey Jackson. How was school?"

He shrugged, "Mandy dumped me."

"Mandy… I could have sworn you were datin' that girl Jennifer."

"How would you know that?" He asked, extremely suspicious.

"I heard you talkin' on the phone," she lied. In all honesty, though, she'd seen her name on one of the papers on his desk, "Would you like a book on writing poetry for Christmas?"

"What?" He turned to her, "Have you been in my room?"

"You caught me. I'm sorry. I'll go take a time out." She hurried away before he could punish her further.

"Oh, and Miley, Lilly's downstairs. She wouldn't leave until she saw you." Jackson called softly, "Get rid of her."

Luanne gave him a mock salute, "I'm on my best behavior, remember?"

"Keep it that way or it's my hide Daddy's going to tan." He warned before turning to go into his room, "And please, stay out of my room."

She waved off his comments and headed for where she knew Lilly to be waiting.

"Hi, Lilly."

Lilly stared at her, rubbing her fingers on the hem of her shirt, "Look, Miley, we need to talk."

Luanne tilted her head curiously, "About what?"

"Yesterday." Lilly elaborated slightly.

"Okay." Luanne walked primly to the couch and sat down. Lilly joined her almost reluctantly.

"I got the feeling yesterday that… well… you were hitting on me or something."

Luanne let her jaw drop, "Really? I'm so sorry!"

"You weren't?" Lilly asked suspiciously.

"I wasn't." Luanne assured her. "If I wanted to hit on you, I'd do something like this."

Luanne pressed forward and kissed the side of Lilly's mouth once before moving more center to plant a firmer kiss on Lilly's lips. At first Lilly struggled, putting her hands on Luanne's shoulders and pushing away. Luanne was determined, though, and stayed right where she was. Years of mucking stalls and feeding pigs had packed a lot of muscle on her small frame. One little skateboarder wasn't enough to counter her intent.

Eventually, though, Lilly relaxed. It was still shocking to her, but it was obvious that Luanne wasn't going anywhere. When it ended, Lilly jumped to her feet and ran.

"Bye, Lilly!" Luanne called after her. A devilish smirk lit across her features – that was perfect. She wanted to crow with delight. It couldn't have gone better. Now there was just two more days to convince Lilly that this was love.