All Part of the Act

Summary: A series of Hannah Montana episodes in which the casting directors and writers of Hannah Montana decide to hire Nick Lucas (from the show JONAS) as Miley's Stewart's permanent love interest on her show. xNILEYx some xLoliverX. LEGAL

A/N: I honestly don't know why I stopped writing this story. All I can say is that I'm super sorry. If there's anyone out there who still wants to read this, I'll be forever grateful. I finished up school and got a fulltime job and am not planning on studying again for the next couple of years. So I guess a lot has happened between then and now.

There is no real explanation for my absence; I guess I resented my computer for all the late nights it spent with me while I slaved away doing assignments and preparing for exams. But I'm back and while I can't promise that work won't get in the way - cos most likely it will – in the interim I would like to keep writing-- if you want to keep reading that is. And if you are all gone, I'll continue to write the story for me anyways ;) I deserve that lol Writing is an excellent break from the world.

I'll continue to stick to Hannah Montana & the JONAS script as much as possible and try to make it as comedic as the shows but I've never really found myself that funny so apologies.

Double Trouble

Previously on Hannah Montana:

"Cool - and you can meet the rest of my family," smiled Nick "They'll love that. Especially my little brother Frankie. He's gonna be so excited when he meets you. You should have seen him last time when he heard we recorded 'We Got The Party' with you."

"Wait," Lilly asked desperately, "We're coming too right? Oh my God, the actual inside, of an actual JONAS recording studio."

"Sure," Nick said, "I bet Hannah would love that."

"You know it's really nice being with someone who's in the same position as me." I told Nick and I was really excited.

I really think this is going to work out, I thought - and I can't wait.

~.~

Lilly was singing in a really low forbidding voice over the other end of the phone, "Dum de dumdee dum dum."

I hated it when she did that. It meant one thing and one thing alone…

"Oh no," I fretted, "That's the code for bad news, right? You only use that tone and horrible singing when it isn't good news!"

"Excuse me?!" Lilly gasped, "I resent that!"

I snorted, "Lilly! I've told you to stop using words that make you sound like you belonged in the 1920's! And c'mon, I'm not taking a dig at you either. There's a bright side to this… you may never be one of Hannah's backup singers but you'll never be worse than Macy Misa either."

I heard my best friend giggle and knew our banter was over; after walking in on one of Macy's practice sessions we were ready to take on King Kong in arm wrestling.

"Too true!" Lilly joked, "Anyways, you're right. I'm about to give you news you probably don't want to hear."

"As long as you tell me they're not changing Hannah's wig to a synthetic I can't breathe in, I can live with it."

There was a slight pause, "Oh trust me," Lilly replied, "even if I told you they were shaving you bald and permanently gluing a toxic toned hideously smelling used synthetic wig to your scalp, this would still be more horrible news."

"That bad, eh?" I asked, "All right, out with it, what don't I want to hear?"

Lilly sighed, "Okay… what's shiny and stupid and goes, 'Ooooooooh?'

Lilly had said that last part too perfectly that it was kinda scary how accurate it was, "Amber and Ashley!" I replied almost immediately, "What are they up to now?"

"Well it's not so much about what they're doing, it's about where they're going. You know how we've always told people that Hannah's been homeschooled? It's really big news that she's in school now, and you know how rich they are… remember that time they got their dad's to chip in for charity so they could win that shopping spree? Anyway, point being, they're coming to Horace Mantis."

"Say what?!" I asked; there was no way I could have heard correctly, there just wasn't.

"You heard me, Miley, they're coming to Horace. Word on the street is they're starting tomorrow."

"Oh sweet niblets!!" I said, suddenly remembering, "They're huge fans of Hannah's! I'm going to have to be, like, nice to them! How am I ever supposed to make real friends at my new school if they're only going to like me because I'm a rock star like those two?"

"Look," Lilly said quietly, "I know I won't ever really know the world the way you see it through your eyes, but I think it's time you take some amazing comfort from that wonderfully cute boyfriend of yours and the rest of the JB's. His only real friends at Horace Mantis are his brothers and Stella, who I'm pretty sure has been around the family since they were small and is a family friend anyway. Apart from Macy, who is a super-obsessed fan and probably only got to talk to them in the first place through her friendship with Stella, the boys don't really have anyone else who's that close to them. They've got other close friends - but they don't go to their school - and the guys make sure the friendships with those kids stay most important. So now I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told you when you worried about this last time: you've got me and Oliver, and now Nick and his wonderful bros, Stella and the ever-so-slightly-crazy Macy – do you really need anyone else?"

I sighed, "No, of course not. You're right. I don't need anyone else. And Nick's probably right too, everyone will get so used to me being around, I'll only have to worry about the people that matter!"

"Good!" Lilly smiled, "You're making excellent progress! I can see here now that my work as your best friend is done for the evening! Now, if you excuse me, I promised to call Oliver too and he's actually been on call-waiting so—"

"Oh yeah of course, I understand!" I interrupted quickly without wanting to be awkward, "I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone after Lilly had promptly said bye, and collapsed on my bed. I was thinking of going to sleep soon—I had to get up at least an hour or so earlier every day so I could my Hannah gear on before school. Not cool. I was 15. I needed my beauty sleep.

~.~

"MILEY!!" Daddy yelled from downstairs the next morning, "Your limo is here!! Miley?? MILEY!!"

I rushed downstairs in the Horace uniform that Stella had custom made especially for Hannah. It was clear bling-a-licking good and I loved it. It was so totally Hannah and Stella had perfected it nicely. I had to remember to schedule a reminder down to ask her if she'd be interested in making any of Hannah's outfits. Her uniforms for the Jo'Bros were also pure ingenious. Nick looked incredibly handsome in whatever Stella-approved outfit he wore, and, while I had no doubt that he had style, I knew his fashion flair had something to do with her input.

"MILEY!! Hurry up!!"

Before I sped out the door, I made it a point to quickly kiss Daddy on the cheek before I gave him a small reminder, "Dad, I love you, but you gotta start being more careful when you call me Miley, I have a feeling we'll be in a sticky situation if I walk out as Hannah and the neighbors report that they've heard you calling me Miley. We'll have to think of excuses to keep 'em quiet. And let's face it--do you really want to waste your time doing that?"

"No of course not, you're right, so no worries bud, I'll be more careful…" He trailed off and I knew he hadn't finished what he really wanted to say yet, "…or I could just use the same 'excuse' I tell people when they ask me why I'm calling you Miley when your real name is Chloe."

Chloe… it struck a vaguely familiar chord-- ah yes, it was written on my birth certificate, it was the name Mom had given me, and although it was my legal name, it had never quite stuck. I was so used to Miley, I had forgotten all about it, and I could feel I was getting closer to the point Daddy was trying to make.

"Chloe," Daddy whispered, and whispered sarcastically because he was making a point and wanted me to know it, "You know you've always been my smiley-miley. My pet name for you won't change no matter which pop star you decide to wake up as tomorrow morning. And sure the neighbors may hear me call you Miley instead of Hannah, and they can gossip all they want about it, to whoever they want to about it, but when they finally pluck up the courage to ask me why I'm calling you Miley, no one can say nothing about a father who's had a pet name for his baby girl since they signed 'Hannah' on his daughter's birth certificate."

I hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, Daddy. And yes, I know, I have to remember, Hannah or not, I gotta be true to myself, right?"

He sighed, smiling, "Well, if I die tomorrow, at least I die knowing I taught you kids' one thing." I nudged him lightly and headed off to join Lilly and Oliver in the JONAS limo.

~.~

In the limo, I very quickly kissed Nick; in front of his brothers and my best friends I had no doubt my blush would go deeper, and as I was already wearing some, I didn't want to look like I could be renamed 'Hannah 'Tomato' Montana'.

"Ooooh, Nick and Hannah, sitting in a tree," Joe began to sing.

"Seriously, Joseph," Frankie observed, "Even I'm not that immature—and I'm only eight."

Joe ruffled Frankie's hair messily in response and I mouthed a silent thank you to the Bonus Jonas.

"You okay?" Nick asked me quietly, "You look great by the way, wearing trademark Stella."

"Thanks," I gushed, "And yeah, I am feeling a bit weird. You're not going to believe this, but both the queen-bees from my old school who hated me and Lil, who incidentally are also huge fans of Hannah's, found out I'm going to school here, and have convinced their incredibly rich daddies to have them transferred here too because of it. They're starting at Horace, today."

"Ah, I see," Nick mused, "Well, don't worry too much—"

"I won't," I interrupted, "I've got you."

This put a smile to Nick's face – an adorably cute smile – and I reached over and kissed him on the cheek again, forgetting there was anyone else there.

When we got to school, Lilly, all decked in her very own Stella-approved Lola gear, was waiting out the front for me. She looked miserable. As I waved absently to her, it definitely looked like a case of double A&A blues to me.

"I'm taking it that they're here?" I asked, checking my hair was okay, in fear they might pull it out.

"Sure are," grumbled Lilly, "And they're just as snobby and pretentious as ever."

"Where are they?" I asked tentatively. I might as well get this over and done with.

"Trust me," Oliver chimed, "They're not hard to miss."

The next few seconds happened very fast… if Nick hadn't been standing behind me, I would have fallen flat on my face.

"Hey watch it!" Lilly defended for me angrily.

"C'mon Lil, it was probably an accident," I reasoned. Once they realized I was Hannah, I was a hundred percent sure they would apologize - and probably buy me lunch too depending how crazy they were.

But when I looked to see who the perpetrators were I was staring at the contempt-filled faces of the Double A Disasters themselves.

"Amber and Ashley?" I said aloud, surprised. I was betting on them holding our bags.

"Watch it one hit wonder!" Amber said nastily, "I'm not surprised you know our names and you'd do best not to forget them either!"

"Yeah!" said Amber slowly but just as rudely, "Don't forget our names! Wait… How does she know our names?"

"Shut up, Ashley!" Lilly spat back, just as angrily as Amber had to me, "Hannah remembers her fans and you two were supposed to be amongst her biggest! Why are you guys acting so mean to her? After all, you only came to this school because you found out she'd be here!"

"Oh c'mon, even I know that's not true!" answered Ashley.

From behind us, Joe put his arms in the hair and waved as if he were a huge big shot, "Ah ladies, don't fight! There's plenty of me to go around…"

Amber and Ashley just looked at him - then laughed in his face. Kevin was forced to bring Joe off his high horse for just a sec when Amber spoke again, "Don't get us wrong, we do absolutely love you guys, but we wouldn't have transferred here for you. Even we're not that stalkerish."

"Fine then!" raged Oliver, "If you're not here for Hannah, except to make her life miserable, and you're not here because you love JONAS enough to want to be transferred to the academy, then why have you bothered coming to this school?"

Suddenly the doors of Horace Mantis swung widely open, and the snobbiest, most pretentious person, obvious ideal leader to the Double A Disasters to ever exist, stood there. "That would be, of course, because of me."

I knew that voice. I dreaded that voice with distaste. Did I mention how vain that voice was?

We all turned to see who had made such a grand entrance. Everyone was surprised – but none so much as me, just plain old Chloe 'Miley' Stewart, and I could have sworn it was my jaw that dropped the lowest.

A/N: I know, it's a mean ending, but I had to write something that would get y'all hooked on again! Please review! I'm already halfway through chapter five and I'm really excited about it so the more feedback, the faster it gets published :)