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Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. End of story. Although, I do own a rubber ducky :

The next morning I woke up on my bed. I wasn't even in my pajamas and I was hanging side ways off the bed. I sat up and rubbed my bleary eyes as I yawned. I stood up and walked over to my closet and threw out a pair of faded jeans, green converse, a white tank top and a fitted, green zipper hoodie. I grabbed my stuff and walked into my bathroom to take a quick shower. About fifteen minutes later, I was done and pulling on my clothes. I grabbed my brush and pulled it trough my blonde hair. I finished the rest of my business in the bathroom and walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed a green baseball cap from my nightstand and put it on. I walked downstairs and made myself some toast and orange juice. I was going to sit down and eat when I heard someone knock on the door.

I checked who it was through the peep hole in my door and opened the door when I saw it was Miley. I smiled innocently. "Hey Miles! What's up?" I asked, moving form my spot to let her in. She walked in, but backwards. I looked at her with a strange face and closed the door. I followed her over the couch and flopped down on it. "So, what's up?" I asked looking at her seriously. "This is what's up!" she said turning around, showing me her very stout ponytail. I wanted to laugh so badly, but, I didn't. She let her curly brown hair out of the ponytail and I gasped, half acting, half genuinely. I knew it was short, but, not that short. I was terrifying. But, I didn't feel bad. Not at all. "Lilly, I don't even know how it happened! I look like I have an afro or something!" She said, on the verge of tears. And, surprisingly, she wasn't exaggerating. Her hair was extremely short and curly. I wanted to cackle evilly but, I contained myself. She whined for awhile and then left.

I then decided to go check on Oliver. I wanted to see the damage I had caused him. I one again hopped over to his lawn and knocked on his door. He opened minutes later, looking at me with a painful look in his eyes as he scratched his thighs. My jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh Oliver! What happened to you? Do you have the chicken pox or something?" I asked as I stepped into his house. He shrugged, the painful look still in his eyes. I walked up to his room. Everything was scattered on the floor. I saw some lotions on the floor, possibly to stop the itching. Obviously, it hadn't helped. He cried to me for a couple of minutes and then rested his head on my lap. I smiled a small smile. I miss the times when we were actually together and happy. He had it coming to him, though. And so did Miley. That's what they get for messing with Lilly Truscott.

I left Oliver's house and walked back to mine. I walked inside the house and over to my fridge, where my calendar was clipped. Miley's birthday tomorrow. Hmmm, I could have some fun. I was up all night trying to think of something to do to Miley's gift. By two in the morning I had the perfect idea and I was already working on it. But, I'll tell you about it later. Right now I was thinking of ways to get Oliver. I couldn't think of anything good, except for dyeing his brown hair a hideous color. But, even I loved his hair to much to do that. I sighed in defeat, but quickly got back to thinking. Lilly Truscott never feels defeated. "What can I do?" I said out loud, hoping God would hear me and help me. I shook my head. I suddenly perked up. I felt like laughing hysterically, but, then people would think I was crazy, now wouldn't they?

I went to bed late that night, but, I woke up early the next morning. It was a Saturday morning and Oliver had a doctor's appointment. He wasn't taking the new car he had recently gotten, though. His Mom was taking him in her old, beat up SUV. I smiled to myself as I peeked out my window, watching Oliver and his Mom pull out of their driveway. I sat there waiting until they were completely out of sight. The doctor's office is about an hour away, so I'd have plenty of time to complete my plan. I took a quick shower and then slipped on a black ribbed tank top, a pair of dark wash fitted jeans, and black Converse. I combed my hair and put it into a neat, high ponytail. I ran downstairs, trying my best to not stumble over my own feet. I suddenly came to a halt when I got into my garage. I knocked down every single thing from the shelves until I found everything I was looking for. I smirked. I grabbed a random paper bag and walked over to Oliver's house.

I looked around. No one was coming. I walked into Oliver's house. You'd think the door would be locked, but due to the fact that we live in such a safe neighborhood, nobody ever locks their doors. I walked into the familiar house and found my way into his garage. I left the door open and turned on the light. I smiled. His shiny black convertible was there, looking absolutely tempting. I decided to release all of my anger… On the car. I reached into the large, brown paper bag and grabbed a hammer. Yes, a hammer. What was I going to do? I was going to mess with his car! Duh! I straitened up a little and swung the hammer into the headlights. Crash. Boom. Bam. And the headlights were screwed. So screwed that no amount of car maintenance would even come close to fixing. I smiled in satisfaction and continued to slam it with hammer. The car was finally beaten up and I threw the hammer at the last window that wasn't broken. I had done that pretty quickly had just enough time to do my other job. Spray paint the car. Oh, yes. I took out a random can of spray paint and walked all around the car until the car was covered in dark purple. And then pink. And then blue. And then, after all that paint, it turned a disgusting puke-green color. I was almost done.

I reached into the bag, once again, and pulled out a fully loaded can of rainbow streamers. You know the kind that is impossible to wash off? Yeah. I sprayed all over the car, even in side, which looked horrible, due to my other doings. But, that was certainly a good thing. I finally finished when I heard Oliver's Mom pull into his driveway. I dropped the bag on the floor and ran as quick as I could out of the garage and out his backdoor, where I climbed his fence to get into my own backyard. I ran into my house and ran upstairs. I finally got into my bedroom and flopped onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. Once I had, I fixed my hair, washed my hands and walked downstairs, so I looked natural. Soon enough, I had a knock at my door, and of course, it was Oliver. Perfect. I opened the door and smiled. "Hey, Oliver. What's up?" I asked, letting him in. "Someone trashed my brand new car! They even slashed my tires!" He said, sitting down on the couch. I gasped softly. "Really? That sucks…" I trailed off. He whined and then he stopped, suddenly as we sat down on my bed upstairs.

"Lilly?" He said innocently. "Hmm?" I replied, deeply entertained with my shoelace. "I want you back." He stated hopefully. I shook my head. "That doesn't mean anything, Oliver." I simply stated. He nodded his head and minutes later, he left. I closed the front door and smiled. Things were working out good. How good?

Real good…

Alright, writer's block again. And that's why it's short. Sorry! But, um, thanks for the reviews. It makes my day. Keep making my happy :)