Chapter Six:

Miley couldn't recall making the conscious decision to hang out with Amber and Ashley at school and outside of school. She couldn't place when they had gone from annoying girls who thought they were better than everyone, to people she would actually hang around. She didn't think about it too deeply though, it wasn't as though it actually mattered. All that really matter was that Amber and Ashley always called her Miley not Hannah and they never directly asked for something. They always made the crowd un-crowd her if she didn't want it and they were there for her. After all Lilly wasn't there anymore was she? Miley needed any friend she could get, and Amber and Ashley were those friends.

At first it felt weird, Amber and Ashley were completely different to Lilly. They were the drastic, stark opposite. While Lilly like skateboarding and wearing hoodies and jeans, Amber and Ashley were completely girly, loving dresses and high heels. Miley liked it hanging out with someone who had the same sort of taste in her. Someone who didn't always moan if she wanted to spent hours trailing clothes shops trying on dresses. It was different, but it was growing on Miley daily.

The whole lifestyle of being friends with Amber and Ashley was a change. Both of them had rich Daddies and were proud of it, and while Robby Ray wasn't exactly rolling in it, she had made enough money herself through Hannah to fit in well. Amber and Ashley taught Miley that she didn't need to be so sparing with her money, if there was something she wanted, she might as well just get it. It wasn't as if the money was going to run out quickly. Hannah was still making money.

School was different being friends with Amber and Ashley as well. She became confident enough to deal with Hannah fans, she found nice ways to tell them to get lost and leave her alone. And she had status. Within a couple of weeks she became the school queen bee. Once they had taught her all she needed to know, Miley even became more 'popular' than Amber and Ashley, she was the most loved girl in the school. She became that girl that every other girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to be dating. She became that girl who was completely untouchable. Thanks to Hannah and Amber and Ashley. Maybe, just maybe having her secret revealed in Malibu wasn't a good thing. After all everyone loved Hannah, right?

HM

Lilly hated Hannah Montana. In a fit of anger one evening she grabbed the nearest picture of Hannah Montana, pinned it to the back of her bedroom room and threw darts at it. Yes, it was probably childish and pathetic and ridiculous, but she needed some way of getting her anger out. She had been all set to go and talk to Miley, all set to go and sort it out, get her best friend back. The way she always did, she noted bitterly, Miley rarely came to sort it out after their arguments, even when it was her fault. No, there Lilly was all set to talk to Miley again, and there Miley was with Amber and Ashley acting like she was a million times better than anyone else.

So yes, Lilly bottled. No, she probably wasn't right too. But this was Amber and Ashley, sure Lilly could give as good as she got against them snide comments wise, but now they had Miley and confronting Miley in front of them terrified her. She was sure that Miley would act just like Amber and Ashley. She was sure that Miley would just look down at her and not be at all willing to sort out their friendship. And that hurt.

But mostly at this point, it just made Lilly angry. She picked up the third and final dart and shot it with all her strength at the picture. It hit Hannah right in the mouth. On the teeth of her perfect smile. Along with the first dart which was on Hannah's left eye and the second which was on her right cheek it made a pretty good picture in Lilly's opinion.

She would've laughed, but she couldn't. She hated being angry at Miley. She hated not talking to Miley. She hated the way she could say that she didn't care about what Miley did or said in front of people and truly mean it, but then it would get to times when she was on her own and she'd normally be with Miley and she'd hate it. It was a complete and utter mess.

Lilly had like Hannah Montana's music since before she knew Miley was Hannah, she loved the way there was meaningful songs as well as completely pointless ones. She loved the passion Hannah seemed to have when singing. Now, she had removed every Hannah Montana song from her iPod. She had thrown out all the CDs, and removed any trace of Hannah Montana from her room. But just knowing she was doing that felt wrong. Knowing she was avoiding Miley was wrong.

They used to be the best of friends, they used to be as close as sister. They used to be always there for each other. It was so stupid that this had happened. How could a friendship go from being so amazingly great and loyal to being a complete and utter mess? Lilly couldn't explain it.

In fact, Lilly wished she could stop thinking about it. Every time she thought about their friendship it was the same thoughts. It was started to get like a stuck record playing in her head. As she thought she turned the radio on. It was time for a new song.

'Want to learn a new tune?' The voice on the radio said. Lilly was slightly freaked out by how close to her thoughts that was, but she kept listening, intrigued as so where this was going. 'Fed up of singing to someone else's song?' Wasn't she just. 'Then it's about time you got singing lessons of your own'

Singing lessons? Lilly thought it was completely crazy. She remembered that time she had recorded a song for her Mom and Miley had edited it so much because she sounded so ridiculous naturally. There's no way a few lesson could help.

'Think you've got a voice that no one can help?' The radio voice said. Lilly wondered if he was a mind reader just listening to her voice. 'Been told you can't sing and started listening to people. Do you want to sing anyway? Maybe you're fed up of celebrates like Hannah Montana getting all the attention. If you think you can be just as good come, book lessons now at: 555-3225-19382'

Lilly stared at the radio in shock. It made sense and yet it was crazy. She had heard her own voice, she had heard cats better. It was terrible, but then surely lessons couldn't hurt could they? What was the worst that could happen?

The teacher could say she was the worst singer she'd heard and that there was no way she could fix her voice and she should never return. Sure that would be humiliating, it would feel terrible, but there was always the change that the teacher wouldn't say that. Lilly wanted to be an optimist, but the type who wouldn't take a chance.

She grabbed her phone and dialled the number.

I don't know how American phone numbers work, so I'm working from an educated guess, if there's too many/not enough digits, please just ignore it. R&R? ly'all, Carly.