AN: I do not think Camp Rock is a crappy movie. I love it and I'm a Smitchie/Jemi fan. And it is not the movie that Lilly is referring to, for the purposes of this story they have an ABC Family movie where they all meet the same girl at different times and fall in love with her, and then Shane (Joe) gets her, predictably enough. The girl is played by Vanessa Hudgens. Jason (Kevin) ends up with Mandy Moore's character (a random, semi-nerdy girl who wants to backpack across Europe). Nate (Nick) drowns in a river saving Shane's life. Not in this GG story, in the TV movie. I don't know why he does in the movie either. Basically does because it just struck me.

omg, it's connect three

"I love you, Nathan Samuel Grey!" She heard a voice shout as she walked into the school with Miley, tottering on her impossibly high strappy sandals. She was grateful that she'd been taken under her wing. But did she really have to throw her head first into the world of high class Manhattan fashion?

Yes, because really, having designer clothes totaling thousands of dollars thrown at you is such drag.

Miley wrinkled her nose and linked her arm in her new friend's. "God, some of these trashy L'Ecole girls really have no taste. I swear to god, they just throw themselves at the first thing that moves!" Whereas she just throws herself at the first guy she sees, literally.

"I don't really see what's so great about them." Lilly shrugged, and the strapless ice blue dress Miley had chosen for her slipped down a little bit yet again. She tried to tug it up subtly, Miley's deep purple dress was spaghetti strapped and therefore, she didn't have the same problem. "I mean, yeah they're hot." Oliver is hotter, she thought glancing around the courtyard for him. She'd been hoping to see him ever since her first night in New York, as Miley had gotten rid of him once and for all they'd locked eyes. And something inside her had clicked, taking her breath away. "But plenty of guys are hot, and they have more to offer than songs that are overplayed on the radio and crappy TV movies." Like Oliver has a wing in his very own townhouse and a whole bunch of pretty boats?

"I know, before they were big I totally had a thing for Nate, but then they totally sold out and I got so sick of Amber and Ashley talking about them. I mean, like they'd ever notice those two." Miley nodded eagerly, she loved her new friend. She was so pretty, and sweet, and totally new and fresh. Translation: She was amazed by everything Miley did, and complimented her mercilessly.

Lilly snorted, watching as Ashley Farkas and Amber Coates stood in front of the stage waiting for the three brothers to come on and omitting squeals every few minutes. "Especially with those matching outfits, do they seriously think that's cool after fourth grade?" She and Miley snickered as they studied their ugly matching orange and royal blue dresses. It was like they had raided some bad vintage costume place down in Brooklyn. Maybe they thought it counted as vintage?

"I'm gonna go grab some drinks," Miley told her, grinning. "Want anything?"

"Um," Lilly mumbled, biting her pointer nail nervously. She wasn't used to drinking much other than the wine that her grandparent's neighbors, the Butterworths, made themselves which was really was glorified grape juice. She'd learned over the last few days that while she was basically an alcohol virgin, Miley was not. She drank champagne with brunch, and wine with dinner. And then she'd mix cocktails afterwards that they would sip while watching movies like Sleepless in Seattle and Titanic. Luckily before now, Miley had just given her whatever she was having so she hadn't needed to lie about the fact that she never drank. "I kind of feel like an appletini, do you guys drink those?" It was one of the few drinks she knew the name of besides scotch on the rocks with a twist and screwdriver. Scotch on the rocks sounded like something an old man with ear fungus or something would drink, and screwdriver sounded like a slut drink, not to mention it was half made of juice. So she'd used the drink she'd learned of from J.D. on Scrubs.

"Ohmigod, that sounds so great right now," Miley smiled, slinging her arm over her new BFF's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Be back in a sec," She felt light and effortlessly happy as she breezed through the hoards of C3 fans towards the bar. When she kicked Oliver out of her bedroom for not saying those three little words, in her mind she'd thought she'd be miserable until he apologized. She thought that she'd cry herself to sleep every night and become one of those pathetic girls who waits and waits for another chance at a relationship that had clearly expired. Seeing Lilly at the door had changed everything.

She had obviously needed a place to stay, and hearing the name Humphrey, a short-lived fling from her mother's senior year of high school had immediately sparked a love for the girl in her heart. So she'd offered to the weird, bald woman she could hardly believe was Lilly's mother that she could stay in the guest room until they figured out a more permanent situation for her. And to her own beautiful mother's obvious dismay, she'd accepted and left Lilly there.

That first night they hadn't slept a wink. They'd stayed up all night exchanging stories from their very different lives, and watching movies she loved. And the weird thing was, despite being raised by such freakish people (Lilly's words, not hers), they got along so well. She totally understood the romantic movies Miley worshipped, and despite being an obvious newbie to the fashion scene, she had impeccable taste. She hadn't even thought about the break-up.

What she was thinking about was the bar line being way too long. It was full of slutty girls from the aforementioned French school who had bad platinum blond dye-jobs and even worse fake nails that were trying to get drunk off cheap vodka and would hook up with whatever guy claimed to know the band when the real deal had gotten their pick. Suddenly they disgusted her so much she cracked open a door to the school just to get away from them. In the back of her mind, she knew one of them would end up with Oliver, her Oliver, before the night was over. She slid down on the bottom of a nearby staircase to the second floor. Out of the blue, she felt weirdly dizzy she didn't think she could stand up.

Maybe somebody hasn't moved on as far in three days as she thought she had.

"Oh god," She heard a voice behind her. And she fought to hold back the sniffles threatening to erupt from her.

"Can't you see I'm-" She turned around to snap at whoever the offender was so she could cry in peace when she saw a familiar face. Well, it wasn't like she'd actually ever seen him before actually, not really. She'd seen that bushy head of his on TV, on the covers of magazines, and plastered on just about every wall of her friends' bedrooms though. Her eyes widened and she looked down, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," He muttered, sitting down next to her. "I thought you were a stalker or something." He pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to her. She took it, smiling through her watery eyes. How gentlemanly, no-one carried around handkerchiefs anymore. Wouldn't it be nice to have a boyfriend who would always dry your tears for you?

Looks like someone's found her knight in shining armor…but don't get too ahead of yourself there, M. Aren't you forgetting someone? Someone you were just going to cry over?

She dabbed her eyes quickly, dropping the navy blue silk square in her lap, "It's alright. I just go so emotional, thinking about the kids who this concert would help. I volunteered at St. Judes last summer," St. Judes was in the city, right? "And I know the kids would just love to know that something like this was all going on for them." An excuse for underage kids to get drunk and sleep around just for them, I'm sure they're hearts would be filled with joy.

"Wow, you'll have to write to them." He smiled at her admiringly. Poor naïve little boy, clearly no-one warned him.

"I will," She beamed back at him. She held out her hand, "I'm Miley."

"Nate," He took her hand, not shaking in but holding it delicately. "If you have some time, we're hanging out for a while upstairs. You could meet my brother and his girlfriend, and my other brother if he ever gets out of wardrobe."

She laughed carefully, making sure her voice would tinkle sweetly so he'd be even more amazed by her. "I'd love to, but I'm supposed to be getting some ginger ale for my friend. She felt kind of sick."

"Why don't you bring her then?" He offered generously. "I'm sure we have some saltines somewhere and they'd be a lot better for her than this caviar and brie crap that's all around here."

She smiled tightly at him. Did he really think they served caviar and brie at events like these? How utterly repulsive, they served oysters and pâté and Crème Brule. "I'll go get her." Still he was so cute, and a pop star.

And therefore by extension, he was filthy rich.

"I'll be waiting," He waved as she pushed open the heavy wooden door. She walked towards the crowd but couldn't spot Lilly anywhere. Why had she let her friend wear the baby heels? She scanned the crowd again, and then turned back around agitatedly…maybe Lilly had gone to look for her at the bar. Instead of seeing the blond beauty, she came face-to-face with Oliver.

She scowled, "What do you want, Archibald?" She hissed at him, he looked so sad and forlorn in his carefully pressed Armani tux. It was navy blue and it made his dark eyes seem even darker and more inviting. She tried to ignore this though.

"I just wanted to apologize again for the other night, I was so stupid…I should have never-" He sounded sincerely, genuinely sorry. She had to stop it.

"Sure, whatever, no problem, we were never great together anyways," She interrupted, peering impatiently around him to look for Lilly.

"Seriously, I want to make this up to you Miley," He tried to take her hand in his but she snatched it away like he had burned it. He felt his frown deepen. He thought she'd be desperate to forgive him by now, what had changed?

Maybe she found someone hotter. Yeah, right.

"There's nothing to make up, Oliver," She sighed, patting him coldly on the shoulder. "I forgive you…I just don't think we should get back together."

"There must be something I can do-" He persisted, his forehead crinkling in thought.

"You want to do something for me?" She barked at him, causing him to jump ever so slightly. "Go find the blond girl who was in the doorway of my apartment the night of my birthday when you left. Bring her an appletini, and entertain her until the concerts over, than bring her to my house afterwards, okay?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

He attempted to look into her eyes but she looked down. Slowly he nodded, "Okay Miles, if that's what you really want," He whispered sadly.

"It is," She insisted, turning her back on him and clomping towards the door. She stopped midway and looked back to see him standing there, "Her name is Lilly."

"Lilly," He repeated as Miley stomped off, and suddenly a stunning blond girl leaning against the wall in the corner turned to stare at him. He felt his eyes widen. What was Miley trying to do to him?

AN: I know I'm horrible leaving you with a cliffhanger like this and I'm sorry but this chapter was too long for GG standards. I'm also sorry that I didn't get the two people besides the Grey brothers that I promised but they will be included in the next chapter. They were supposed to be in this one but I didn't expect Miley to take so long with her part. So give me suggestions for sudden mysterious visitors to bring into the fabulous lives of Manhattan's elite. If you could give me an excuse for David Henrie to be there, I'd love you forever. I just love to think about him because he's so drool worthy. Although he can't be Justin, I have too many Js already.

I'd also like to shamelessly advertise for my two Christmas fics, All She Wants For Christmas and Really, Really. One is kind of angsty and different. And maybe a little confusing. The other, a fluffy little two-shot. You'll see if you go read them...lol, I'm such a post whore. Love you guys.