Holy friggin…I logged into my e-mail, expecting a response from my aunt because I e-mailed her THREE FREAKIN MONTHES AGO and still haven't gotten a response. Instead I find a handful of reviews for "Hey Big Sister." I nearly went into cardiac arrest. I'd never gotten that many reviews for one story in that amount of time! So now I'm dropping everything else and continuing this story. No one reads my other stories except for my always-faithful friends Crystal, Li and the totally awesome blondymc360. Oh, and let's not forget the amazing Jonas Brothers fans AND the Sandlot fans. And anyone else who reads Rayne's War.
Anyway…here's chapter 3! I decided, "Dev, you got so many reviews…do something sweet for the people." So here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or its characters. By the way, when I mention a woman named Susan, for those of y'all who don't know, that's Miley, Jackson and Zoey's mom.
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"Hey, Mr. Stewart. Miley home?" Lilly walked into the Stewart house with her skateboard tucked under one arm, and her helmet lopsided on her blonde hair.
"Nah, sorry Lilly, she's out with Zoey." Mr. Stewart said.
"Zoey?" Lilly blinked in confusion. Who was Zoey?
Robby Ray turned and looked at Lilly. "Miley never told you about her older sister Zoey?"
Lilly stopped short. The poor girl was in shock. Miley has an older sister? Why wouldn't she tell me?
Lilly's thought were cut short when Miley came in, holding shopping bags and laughing. As for the person behind her, Lilly guessed, was Zoey. She was tall with long brown hair darker than Miley's. Lilly, having seen Miley's picture of her mother many times, guessed that Zoey took after Susan.
"Lilly!" Miley beamed. She set her bags on the piano bench and ran to her best friend. "I want you to meet someone. This-" she nodded to Zoey, who jokingly posed. "Is my big sister, Zoey."
"Nice to meet you, Lily. I've heard all about you." Zoey smiled as she gave Lilly a hug.
"Wait a second. I thought you told me you didn't remember her!" Miley said.
"Miles, you know shopping clears my head." Zoey gave her sister a "duh" look. "By the way, Lilly, I promise, I'm cooler that Jackson."
"Of course you are. He's a guy. Now come on, let's go try on these clothes!" Miley grabbed the bags.
"You went shopping without me?" Lilly asked.
"Lils, I'm sorry, it's just that…" Zoey left to go to Miley's room, giving the girls some time. "Zoey just came home today. She's been gone for a few months, and I miss her. I just wanted to spend some quality time with her."
"Okay…" Lilly said slowly, telling Miley to go on.
"But it was fun, ad I want you to meet her and hang out. The three of us. It'll be a regular G.A.O.!"
"Miley, it's G.N.O."
"I know! Today it's 'Girl's Afternoon Out.'"
"You'd better change it to G.A.I." Robby Ray interrupted form the kitchen. "Dinner's gonna be ready in an hour, so that gives you girls time to relax before I call you, but no going out. You can stay for dinner, Lilly."
"Thanks, Mr. Stewart." Lilly followed her best friend upstairs.
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"Alright, ladies, let's work it!" Miley and Lilly entered Miley's closet and began digging through the shopping bags.
"Lilly, Miley mentioned that you liked Samantha York…so here's a T-Shirt from her clothing line." Lilly shrieked with glee and grabbed the dark guitar shirt. Zoey handed it to her and let it go like it was something from a sewer.
"Thank you, Zoey!"
"Don't mention it." Zoey leaned back in her chair, but remembering what had happened earlier, she quickly set it back down. "Go try them on!"
For the rest of the night, the girls took turns turns stepping into the closet and trying on the new clothes. Zoey briefly left for the bathroom and Miley turned to Lilly.
"Isn't Zoey just the coolest?" she said. Lilly shrugged and nodded.
"I mean, not only does she have the greatest style, and can give you any advice on boys or friends or anything. But one thing," Miley grew serious. "If you ask her on boy advice, don't ask her if she's had experiences. She'll give you one."
"Why not?" Lilly said quietly.
Miley frowned. She remembered something that had happened when she was a toddler…
Three year old Miley and five-year-old Jackson were at their usual spot for spying on Zoey and her "boyfriend." Their six-year-old sister had come home yesterday and announced that she had a boyfriend- a boy she'd met in a candy store. Apparently he'd given her the last watermelon-flavored Jolly Rancher. Robby Ray nearly had a heart attack when she said "boyfriend."
"What are they doing?" Miley whispered. "I think they're kissing." Jackson answered. "But I don't think they're doing it right!"
Zoey and the boy didn't know that her siblings were squinting through Jackson's binoculars. They were holding hands and smiling shyly at each other.
"Zoey, I wanted to ask you something." The boy said. Neither Miley nor Jackson bothered to remember his name.
"If you're going to ask me to kiss again, I'll tell you again- kiss me if you want to! You're my boyfriend!" Zoey said.
"Mommy says that I need to ask before doing something drastic." The boy answered.
"Is this considered 'drastic'?"
"What does that mean, anyway?" The two kids laughed. The boy stood up from the ground. Zoey stood up as well.
"Zoey, can I-"
Zoey gave him a look, and he cut himself off. He gave her a small
peck on the lips again. Miley and Jackson looked at each other.
"Ewww!"
"I love you." The boy said. Zoey turned bright
red. "I love you too."
The boy got on his knee and pulled out a plastic ring. "Zoey, I got this from one of those machines where you stick a quarter in and get it in a ball. I spent five quarters to get you this ring. I hope you say yes."
"Zoey Stewart, will you marry me?"
"Heck yeah!" Zoey gave the boy a huge hug. The grabbed each other's hands."Zoey Stewart, will you be my wife?"
"As long as you be the husband!"
"Of course I will!"
"You can kiss me now!"
Miley closed her eyes. "They kiss way too much! Tell me when it's over."
"It was over before it started." Jackson muttered. "They kiss too fast, that's the problem."
"There's a problem," Zoey said. "You're not staying in Tennessee forever."
"I know. We'll work this out!"
"Don't you think we're a little young to be married?" Zoey said. "I mean, we should wait. Like, married people have babies! I'm not having a baby, I'm six!"
"Ew!" they both shouted. "Plus, we'd have to make real plans! Your sister could be the bridesmaid, and I'd have to figure out which one of my brothers should be the best man, and-"
"How about we make a promise." Zoey said. "We'll get married for real. We're six now, so we can wait…fifteen more years. Then you can ask me for real."
"Okay. Fifteen years. I can wait." The boy smiled at Zoey. They held hands again and stared out into the sunset. Miley couldn't resist anymore. She ran out and yelled, "Zoey kissed a bo-oy! Zoey has coo-ties!"
"I'm gonna get you, ya little monster!" Zoey tore after Miley, with Jackson and the boy following her…
"So what happened?" Lilly said. Her eyes were glassy.
"We never saw him again. I mean, we saw him a few years ago…but…" Miley sighed. "It's a touchy subject. They went out. He broke her heart. 'Nuff said."
"So, I guess there's no wedding?" Lilly said.
"Nope." The girls jumped. Zoey had been leaning against the doorway. "No wedding. Not now. Not ever. Daddy says it's dinnertime."
Zoey walked out of the room. Lilly turned to Miley. "I'm guessing romance is a really touchy subject for her?"
Miley nodded. "Yeah. She's had a bunch of boyfriends. Now she's in an on-and-off relationship with this guy called Greg, currently off. I think she has long-distance issues or something. But remember, she gives good advice!"
The girls walked out of the room. "Do you think I should ask her about Rob? I mean, he won't even look at me or anything. And now he's going out with…" Lilly paused and folded her arms. "That witch from third period. Remember her?"
"Yeah! Nina, or whatever. She's not even pretty, or the brightest thing."
"So, she could tell me what to do to get his attention? I've tried everything!" Lilly said.
"She'll help, don't worry."
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The Stewart Family and Lilly were sitting at the table, slurping Robby Ray's spaghetti with Zoey's homemade meat sauce. Halfway through the meal the overweight neighbor walked up to the door and began yelling at Robby Ray for no reason at all. While Robby Ray was handling the situation, Miley dove in for the kill.
"So, Lilly." Miley said. "What ever happened between you and-" Miley stopped and said dramatically, "Rob?"
Zoey looked up, obviously interested.
Lilly gave Miley a Huh? look before going "Ohhh…." They both glanced at Zoey before continuing. "Yeah. He totally blew me off before lunch. He was standing there with-" Lilly imitated Miley's dramatic cutoff "-her."
Zoey sat up, twirling the spaghetti around her fork. "He blew you off?" she said tensely.
"Yeah." Lilly couldn't hold it in. "Zoey, I have to ask your advice."
Zoey raised an eyebrow. "My advice? Why mine?"
"Well," Lilly fumbled for her words. "You know…Miley told me that you've had experience."
Zoey looked at Miley. "And that means…"
"Well, I can tell. You've clearly had your heart broken many times."
There was a long pause in the Stewart kitchen. Jackson, Robby Ray, and Miley were all looking at Zoey to see her reaction to Lilly's stupid comment.
To their astonishment, Zoey wiped her mouth with her napkin and stood up. "Nice try," she said. "But I have not. Once or twice, yes. But I, Zoey Stewart, am the breaker of hearts. Very rarely am I the victim."
Lilly blinked. "Ohh-kay….um, Mr. Stewart, thanks for dinner, but my mom wants me home, so… bye!" Lilly grabbed her skateboard and took off.
Once she left, Miley rounded on Zoey. "Zoey! You were supposed to give her advice about Rob!"
"Being a big sister isn't just about giving advice or being cool, Miley. It's about being a good example. If you tell her about the nasty things I've told to boys-"
"I didn't! She's just upset that we went shopping without her! I want you to be friends!"
"Guys," Jackson said. "Do you mind shutting up for a few minutes? Trying to watch wrestling here!"
"Well, she's obviously not going to be a very good friend of mine if you keep telling her about my past boyfriends-"
"Cuz it's a girl's night, it's all right, without you-"
"TURN THAT OFF!" Jackson, who'd turned it on to cut through the argument, cowered away when Zoey threw a shoe at the television set. Then she started crying.
"Zoey-"
"I HATE my life!" Zoey yelled. "I have no friends, my sister hates me, I hate my job, I hate my ex-boyfriends and I HATE SAMANTHA YORK!" Zoey turned and ran to her room, leaving her family in a stunned silence.
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So yeah. That's another chapter. I'm having some serious drama issues with the story. I suck at making arguments. So if this one is hard to decipher, Zoey's mad because she can't get away from stupid celebrities, her stupid ex-boyfriends and Miley's upset because Zoey and Lilly are very different. Miley was a little too big on the "My sister's the bestest big sister in the whole wide world," thing.
Anyway, remember how I said I wouldn't rewrite the episodes? Well, I was watching Me and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas and Mr. Jonas on Youtube today, and I decided that I'd do that one. Check this out:
(When Robby Ray's on the phone with the boys)
Robby Ray: Oh, you boys, L-O-L!"
(Zoey walks by and stops when she hears her father's exclamation. Her eyes went very wide.)
Zoey: Did he just say what I thought he said?
(when they're pranking the boys)
Miley: I'm Mil—Milo. Milo.
Lilly: Yeah. And I'm…Otis.
Kevin: And you?
Zoey: Me? I-I'm Miles. Miles Stewart.
(Miley glares at her.)
Miley: She's our drummer.
Zoey: (horrified; whispering to Miley) I'm can't drum! Toby tried to teach me and ended up with a black eye!
I thought that was funny. Sooo….
--V