Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

A/N: I want some feedback please, people! I've gotten reviews, but most of them are just to 'update soon'. I appreciate that you like it enough to want me to update. Thanks for reading! Happy St. Patrick's Day! (Okay, TECHNICALLY it was yesterday. Eh.)

"Jamie?" I asked as I saw the blonde figure appear through my door.

"Lilly!" she yelled. She dropped her suitcases and ran to hug me. I was still pouring cat food when she did. I quickly stopped pouring and shook my head from my clouded thoughts.

"Jamie, what are you doing here?" I asked. She danced around my sitting room.

"Well, my parents wanted me to go to a school in the States for a while, and your parents agreed to let me stay here, so here I am!" she said. She picked up Daisy and swung her around.

"Awesome! Wait, when did my parents agree?" I asked.

"A couple days ago. They said you wouldn't mind. If you do I can go, it's not a big deal-," Jamie began.

"No, no, it's fine. I just don't get why they didn't tell me," I said.

"They didn't?" Jamie gasped, "I'm so sorry! I though they did! I didn't mean to barge in like this! Oh my gosh, I thought you knew! I'm so sorry!" Jamie gushed. I laughed.

"It's fine, Jamie. I have no problem with you stay here. I would have liked some warning, but no biggie. You can sleep up in my room on the extra bed," I said.

"Well, I'm really jetlagged but REALLY hyper. I say we go down to that pretty little skate park and show them boys how it's done," Jamie said. I laughed.

"Cool! Do you have your board?" I asked her.

"Of course! Now let's get a move on!" she said. She ran to the door and put her board down.

"Race you!" she said, laughing. I smiled and went after her.

3:24 PM

"Ha!" Jamie said, watching a boy fall on his butt.

"Jamie, be nice!" I warned.

"It's so hard! They can't do half the stuff we can!" Jamie said, laughing. I laughed as well.

"You wanna to the LJ twist?" I asked. The 'LJ Twist' was a move Jamie and I came up with (hence the L and the J as our initials). We both dip into the bowl opposite; ride up and kick flip the board out from under us and land. The coolest part, though, is when we're in the air and we switch boards. It took us a whole summer to get down correctly without breaking anything. During the time it took us to learn it, I broke my wrist and fractured my ankle. Jamie just popped her shoulder.

"I don't know if these boys can handle being burned so badly," I said, high fiving her.

"Ha! You can't do anything that we can't do!" one said.

"Really?" I asked. They nodded.

"Jamie, there's some things I don't like doing. This is one of them, but it has to be done to show these poor mistaken boys," I said. We grinned and nodded to each other. I walked to one side of the bowl and her the other. We nodded three times to each other and then sped down the bowl. We popped up again and grabbed onto each other's board. I landed swiftly on her board.

"Your right top wheel is a tiny bit crooked," I said, picking up the board and examining it.

"Yeah, I know, I've been meaning to fix it forever," she said. We both turned to find all 5 of the other boys that were there with their jaws on the concrete.

"What, you've never seen girls kick ass before? I'd like to see you try that," Jamie said in her punky London accent. She uses it on people who think she's a dumb blonde. I need one of those accents…

"Let's go Jamie, before they start drooling," I said. We walked out swaying our hips, flipping our hair back and forth and gossiping and giggling.

"Who are you, Lilly? First you flirt with Jake and then you're all over these guys? God," I heard a voice say. I saw Oliver leaning up against the fence glaring at me.

"Geez Oliver! Can't you take a joke?" I asked him, hoping he'd understand. He didn't.

"You weren't joking! You were practically all over them!" he said. He began walking away from me. I sighed and didn't stop him. Jamie raised her eyebrow at me.

"We need to talk," she said, dragging me back home.

7:30 PM

"So what's the deal with you and that Oliver guy?" Jamie asked, biting into her pizza. We were having a girls' night with pizza, ice cream and lots of gossip. I finally got a hold of Miley and invited her.

"Well, Jake, Lilly and I were hanging out at Dana's this morning and Jake fake kissed Lilly. Well, it was a real kiss, but it didn't mean anything. It was a joke. Anyways, Oliver saw it and thought it was real and now he's acting all drama queen," Miley said. Jamie laughed.

"Well, I say it's his loss," she giggled.

"Yeah…" I said half heartedly. Miley and Jamie raised their eyebrows at me.

"I don't know! I don't wanna hate him!" I said, pouting.

"Well how do you really feel about him?" Jamie asked.

"I… I think I may love him. Whenever I'm around him I get this funny feeling, and it really hurts that he hates me right now. I don't know what to feel anymore," I said, burying my head in a pillow. Jamie and Miley looked at each other.

"Ooooooo! Lilly's in LOOOOOOVE!" they crooned. I blushed and gave them the evil eye.

"So what's the problem then?" Jamie asked.

"Well, Oliver's scared of… something. Commitment, I guess. Petty, petty boy," Miley said, shaking her head laughing.

"I say that we forget about boys for tonight! We forget about all the troubles we've had from them, all the crazy crushes--- everything! TONIGHT IS OURS!!!" Jamie roared, holding up her spoon and jumping up and down on the bed. Miley and I laughed.

"I agree. I'm gonna go find DVDs, Miley, you find nail polish and makeover supplies and Jamie, don't break anything," I joked. Jamie threw a pillow at me as I was walking out the door. I blew her a raspberry as I walked down the stairs.

I looked into the cabinet for DVDs and found what I was looking for. What a Girl Wants, Mean Girls, Sleepover, Legally Blonde (1 and 2), and both Cheaper by the Dozen's. I quickly loaded them up in my arms and found Jamie in the kitchen with a big bowl.

"James? What are you doing?" I asked, using her nickname.

"Making food," Jamie replied, fishing the popcorn out of the microwave. She had two bowls; in one was popcorn, pretzels, snack bites and Goldfish (A/N- the crackers, not floppy slimy animals…). In the other she had M&Ms, Skittles, sour Gummy worms, Gummy Bears and Milk Duds.

"So, this one is…?" I asked, pointing to the one with crackers.

"In case we run out of the candy bowl," Jamie replied. I laughed.

"I assume you are making this so we don't have to leave the room?" I asked.

"Hell yeah! Well, only if we have to go to the loo, in which case, be my guest," Jamie said, stirring all the candy ingredients together.

"I've done it! MWAHAHAHAHA!" she said, throwing her head back and laughing evilly. She grabbed both of the bowls like footballs and ran up the stairs.

"Hike! 42! 79! Hut!" she yelled. She ran into my room and I heard Miley yell.

"CANDY!" she yelled. I laughed and followed the hyperactive Jamie up the stairs.

"DVDs, candy, as Miley has so graciously chose to tell us, make up, hair junk and nail polish," I said, checking everything off. I closed the door and popped the first DVD in, Mean Girls. Once the movie finished, we turned it off.

"I'm bored," I said.

"Me too," Miley said.

"Let's listen to some 'Hannah'!" Jamie said, winking and nudging Miley we laughed. Jamie had known about Miley/Hannah since I knew. I guess we just kinda stayed in contact.

"Oh, and I'm going to need Hannah's autograph for my little sister to send to her," Jamie said.

"Awesome," Miley said, putting the Hannah CD in.

"Hey, get up, get loud, start pumpin' up the party now, hey…" we all began singing. We were all in pretty good tune but Miley was the only one who could get all the notes.

"Stop the CD a second," Miley said. I shrugged and paused it.

"Jamie, what note was that?" Miley asked.

"Er… pumpin'," she said, singing the note perfectly.

"Wow, you're good," Miley said.

"Hey, I've got those old CDs you liked for harmonizing and stuff, Miley. We could look at them…" I said. She nodded and I grabbed them from under my bed. She flipped through until she found an old but good. She grinned.

"Ahhh, Dreamstreet," she said. Jamie grinned.

"Frankie Galasso, Matt Ballinger, Chris Trousdale, Greg Raposo and Jesse McCartney," Jamie recited. I rolled my eyes.

"Just because you fell in love with each one does not mean we need to hear them over and over!" I said. Miley just laughed.

"I thought they were cute," she laughed. She put in their CD and skipped it to the middle.

It's just a matter of

It's just a matter of

It's just a matter time

Woah, woah

It's just a matter of

It's just a matter of

It's just a matter of time

"Let's do that," Miley said.

"I'll begin, then Jamie and then you, Miley?" I asked. She nodded. I sat on my bed, Miley sat on a bean bag and Jamie sat on the other bed.

"It's just a matter of," I began.

"It's just a matter of," Jamie harmonized with me.

"It's just a matter of time," Miley sang with us.

"Woah, woah," I chirped.

"It's just matter of, it's just a matter of, it's just a matter time," we all sang with the CD. Miley stopped and nodded her head.

"We're pretty good," Jamie said in a posh English accent. I laughed.

"You guys wanna try the whole song?" I asked. They nodded. We listened to it a couple times, figured out the parts and then sang it.

"And I know that you'll find, it's just a matter of time," I sang as we finished the song.

"This calls for drastic measures," Jamie said. She reached into the box and pulled out a DVD.

"Dreamstreet Live?" I laughed.

"Yup. We'll learn the dance," Jamie said. We helped her clear our floor; we pushed the beds out of the way and moved the rug and bean bags. I moved all the food and make up onto my desk.

"Okay, so it starts like this…" Jamie said, playing the video.

9:23 PM

"Yes!" Jamie said. We finally turned off the DVD and CD player and sang and danced to it.

"Don't you have the karaoke to this?" Miley asked. Jamie looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"What! I was a teenybopper too," I blushed. Jamie just laughed.

"Put it in," she said. Miley put the CD in and the music began playing. We sang and danced to it in perfect tempo. We finished it and all collapsed on the floor.

"That's fun," I said.

"We should learn other songs," Jamie said.

"You know, Hannah could do some with Lola and Jasmine," Miley said, raising her eyebrows. Jamie's eyes brightened.

"Why not? I think we're good enough," Jamie said.

"Let's sleep on it. Maybe we should learn a few more songs before we show Miley's dad or anything," I said. They nodded.

"Movie?" I asked them. They nodded and got everything down again. I popped in Cheaper by the Dozen and grabbed some candy from Jamie.

"Yum," I grinned, chewing on some M&Ms.

9:48 AM

I woke with a start when I felt something big and furry jump onto my bed. Daisy meowed and rubbed my arm. I glared at her.

"Shush, or you'll wake Jamie and Miley," I said. Hearing their names, Daisy jumped down and pounced on top of a sleeping Miley.

"Aaaaahhhrrggg…" Miley groaned, pushing the weight off her. She swatted at the cat a couple times before Daisy bit her.

"OOOOOWWWWIE!!!" Miley cried, pulling her hand away. She jumped up and clambered onto the bed Jamie was sleeping in. Jamie quickly awoke.

"Ooof, get off me you fat lump!" Jamie moaned, rolling over and trying to push Miley off.

"What did you call me?" Miley asked, the southern twang in her accent flaring.

"Ooooops! Sorry, Miley, I thought you were Daisy," Jamie blushed. Miley raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm… being mistaken for a small, fluffy cat? No, I'm not offended at all," Miley joked. Jamie laughed.

"Well, since we're all up, what do you wanna do?" I asked them.

"Let's head over to Miley's and get pancakes!!!" Jamie yelled.

"You think of nothing but food, don't you," I joked. Jamie nodded seriously. Miley laughed and we all got changed.

10:25 AM

Finally, we all got changed and out the door. We were walking over to Miley's house when we noticed a few older guys across the street looking at us funny.

"Just keep moving," I said quickly to them. The nodded and began 'chatting' and 'laughing' about some joke. I laughed along with them until I noticed the two guys walking towards us.

"So what are a bunch of fine looking girls like you doing alone on such a beautiful morning?" one asked.

"Avoiding you," Jamie said.

"Funny," the other growled.

"I don't like funny, do you Jared?" the first asked.

"No Ben, I don't like funny," the one called Jared said. Ben reached around Miley's shoulder and put his arm around her. She quickly shoved it off.

"Get off me you freak!" she yelled, trying to get away. He grabbed her wrist.

"No one tells me what to do," he growled. He pulled her towards him fiercely.

"Stop it!" she yelled, slapping him on the cheek. His eyes flashed in anger. By this time, Jared had already gotten a hold of Jamie and was holding her back as well. Ben slapped her back even harder.

"No one tells me what to do," he said. Miley winced and held her cheek with her free hand.

"You did not just do that," I growled.

"No, I didn't, I'm just a figure of your imagination," he said sarcastically, "What are you gonna do about it anyways, Barbie doll?"

"I don't know, I was thinking about letting you hurt my friends," I said back, equally sarcastic.

"Good, cuz that's what we had planned," Jared said, trying to kiss Jamie. She pulled back in disgust.

"That's it!" I yelled. I went up to Ben and grabbed his collar from behind. He quickly let go of Miley and turned on me.

"Oh, so little Barbie girl wants some action as well?" he asked.

"I don't want it, but you're gonna get it," I said. I punched him in the face and kicked him as hard as I could in the crotch. He yelped in pain and bent over.

"Run, Miley!" I said, pointing over towards Oliver's house. She nodded and ran quickly. I turned towards Jared, who was still holding Jamie. Jamie had a look of pure disgust on her face.

"Face it, Barbie, you can't beat me," he said, still holding onto Jamie's shirt roughly.

"Yea, cuz I didn't just beat up your friend there," I said, pointing to the figure on the ground. Jared laughed.

"Yea, but he's a wimp," he began. I rolled my eyes and punched him in the face. He went to punch me back but I ducked and he fell forward. Jamie pushed him down and kicked him too in the crotch.

"Let's go!" I said. Suddenly, we heard sirens.

"Freeze!" someone yelled. I turned around and saw two cop cars with a cop climbing out of each one. One, a lady, held her gun out towards the boys on the ground.

"Are you Jared and Ben Poliski?" she asked. Ben lifted his head.

"Yes," he said. Jared slapped him.

"No, sorry. He's just a bit woozy. These girls here, they just started hitting us!" he said, sticking out his lower lip.

"Do you have any ID with you?" the other cop asked.

"Yes," Ben said. Jared slapped him again.

"No, sorry, we must have left it at home," Jared said. The man cop picked up a wallet and opened it.

"Then why does this say Jared Poliski?" he asked. I smirked as I remembered his wallet falling out when I punched him.

"You two are under arrest for harmful nature to 6 other women in the county and lying to a police officer. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law," the woman cop said, pulling Ben up and putting him in handcuffs. The man cop got Jared in a pair of handcuffs with a fight. He shoved Jared into the car and drove the two to the police station.

"Do you girls mind coming down with me to the station? We need you to answer some questions," the lady cop, Officer Daniels, said. We nodded.

"Wait- the person who called said there were three of your girls out here," she said.

"Oh, Miley left. She ran off in that direction," I said. We searched and quickly found Miley hiding behind a bush.

"Sorry," Miley said, brushing off her shorts.

"It's alright. You girls did the right thing," Officer Daniel said. A sudden realization came over me.

"Who called?" I asked.

"Someone who could see you from above, so I'm guessing one of the houses up there. I think they said there name was Oliver, but I'm not sure," Officer Daniels said. I looked at Miley in pure disbelief.

"Let's just go before I start eating the foliage," Jamie said. We laughed, got in the car and rode down to the station.

11:32 AM

After about an hour of questions and phone calls to our parents, we were free to go.

"FINALLY!" Jamie yelled running down the street. She ran past my house, past Oliver's house and nearly past Miley's house. She stopped, sniffed the air and pointed to her Miley's door.

"THERE BE MY PANCAKES!!!!" she yelled. She ran inside with us following quickly. Jamie hopped up on the stool and began eating a plate of pancakes that were sitting there.

"Nice to see you, Jamie. I see you haven't changed a bit—and still as skinny as a flagpole!" Robbie Ray joked. Jamie grinned at him.

"Do I get pancakes?" I asked eagerly. Robbie Ray stacked up three on top of each other and gave them to me. I quickly poured syrup on them and grabbed some bacon.

"Yummm…" I said, stuffing my mouth. Miley just rolled her eyes and grabbed a plate full of pancakes, poured syrup on them and started eating. Soon enough, Jackson came downstairs.

"Hey, ugly, stinky and disgusting older brother. What brings you out of your cave?" Jamie asked sweetly. Jackson just groaned.

"Dad, how could you let her into this house?" Jackson said. Jamie stuck her tongue out at him.

"Just because I beat you up back then doesn't mean you have to hate me," Jamie laughed. Jackson pouted.

"Yes I do," he said. Jamie laughed again.

"Excuse me, Miley, can I use your bathroom?" Jamie asked.

"Sure. Down the hall, take a right and it's the first door on the left," Miley said. Jamie thanked her and hopped down from her stool. Jackson was silently watching her.

Dang, that girl's changed. She's really… hot? No, I can't think that about my little sister's friend! Oh, screw it, yes I can… Jackson thought as Jamie was leaving.

A/N- Okay, so this was a bit longer than others. I know. Now, I need to know your thoughts—should Jamie and Jackson get together or not? I'm running out of plotline… Thanks for all the reviews so far though! You know how much I love someone else's opinion.