Hey, this story hasn't been generating much interest, and after the second season finale it's hard to write this because there's a bunch of other stuff I'm working on. So this will probably end soon (a couple more chapters) but it might be a while before I can post more.

So please review because I'd love some feedback for anything you'd like to see incorporated into the story. Also I pretty much suck at typing and spell-check only gets so much so point out grammer too. Thanks in advance!

Veronica was going to be crying tears of jealousy all the way home, and Lilly Kane was headed to a completely awesome party jam-packed with beautiful people and tons of reporters dying for the scoop. All Lilly had to do was move her pinky and someone would be at her side salivating from the fact that they were breathing the same air as her.

She was planning to announce the scandal of the year, no scratch that, the millennium, there and she knew exactly how to scrunch her eyes up to give herself that tragic-eyed wronged-heroine look. Her limo service was a speed-dial away, but apparently Carlos had gotten into a fender bender and all the other drivers were on strike. Lilly would've called BS, but she needed to be there fashionably late not late late, of course whenever she got there wouldn't be fashionable but still.

She got into her car and pulled off her slightly sensible top, exchanging it for something with half as much material. If she flashed the Rent-a-cop, well then wasn't this his lucky day.

Seeing Veronica was strange, and it reminded her of times when the Fab Four still were the overlords of the hallways. Pedicures and Spice Girls, loathing and deception.

It was ironic how unhappy Veronica seemed, because she'd gotten everything. The boy, which Lilly didn't really need anymore because those were just paving the road to her mansion, the friends (she knew she had these because Veronica had pulled out her cell phone when they were saying their goodbyes and she sounded almost like her old self talking to Winston or someone and she mentioned Mac with a special tone to her voice), and she had respect.

All of these things Lilly knew she could deal without having. They required work, commitment, trust, and blah and blah. Lilly was a superstar and she didn't have to work for anything. But a long long time ago, before the first boyfriend, before the first time she became disillusioned with life, and even the first kiss, Lilly had wanted those things. She wanted princes and best friends for life (BFFL) and parents with unconditional love (in the form of a pony, of course).

Veronica was happy on the inside, Lilly could tell. And it was ironic because Lilly was the Uh-Oh Oreo version of that. The smile plastered on her face 24/7 was hard to keep up, and although the Botox helped, she was becoming afraid the ugly cracks in her mind would start showing up on her face.

Simple things made her happy sure, like random vacations to luxurious resorts that ended in some hottie's bed and involved mucho tequila. But other stuff that she had to deal with made her feel like sleeping for a very long time and not waking up until she was old and couldn't remember how evil people were.

Lilly Kane's life was not as amazingly fun as it seemed and that kind of sucked. But Lilly wasn't going to let a bit of pleasure get away from her and if that meant rubbing in to Veronica's face that it was ditzy her that solved the mystery, then so be it.

Lilly adjusted the rearview mirror and screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw the man sitting in her backseat.

OK, so please please review! I'm new so I'd love some constructive remarks. C'mon, do it for the children!