"I'll Think of a Reason Later"

I do not own the Jonas Brothers or the song 'I'll Think of a Reason Later' by Lee Ann Womack. I do not own Hannah Montana.

Lilly's POV

...

Have any of you experienced that feeling of pure mortification and pain when your ex calls to tell you he's engaged?

If you have, I pity you, and if you haven't, I envy you.

Yesterday, my ex, Nick Jonas, called me because he wanted me to hear it from him, and not read it in a tabloid or watch in on Entertainment Tonight…he's such a gentleman still.

He wanted to know how I felt about it.

I'm happy for him….at least that's what I told him.

Don't give me that look. I didn't want to lie to him, but what was I supposed to do?

'No Nick, I'm still in love with you, dump what's her name, and come back to me.'…

Somehow, I don't think that would have done any good…

Oh, I haven't told you the best part…he wants me to be a bridesmaid…whatever possessed the boy, I'll never know. Maybe it's the fact that we are still friends and as far as he knows everything is fine. I said yes.

Stop with that look! I couldn't stop myself…

To make the whole situation that much worse, Miley just got here and she has today's paper in hand.

"You will not believe this article." She swears.

"What is it Miles?"

"Look at this!" She exclaims, and opens the paper to strait to the social page, where I see a huge picture of Nick, and some blond tramp, I'm sorry, blond woman…

If Miley and I weren't best friends before, we definitely were now. We had both fallen in love with and lost that Jonas boy and we both hated that poor girl we had never met.

We looked up at each other and scrunched up our faces.

"She's not very photogenic." We decided and started laughing.

"I already don't like her." I stick out my tongue like a three year old.

"Lilly, it's not very Christian, or at the very least, lady-like to judge the poor tramp before we even meet her."

Haha, we have the same feelings about her.

"You're right. For all we know she could be a Nobel Peace Prize winner."

"Knowing Nick, she's probably an angel." Miley quips.

"I'll fix that." I grin deviously and grab a marker off the counter.

...

I heard he was gonna marry some girl from Denver

Then my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her

There was the girl on the social page

Looking in love and all engaged

We decided she don't take a very good picture

It may be my family's redneck nature

Rubbing off, bringing out un-lady like behavior

It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger but I don't like her

She may be an angel who spends all winter

Bringing the homeless blankets and dinner

A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner but I really hate her

I'll think of a reason later

...

"What are you doing?" Miley asks as I remove the cap and slowly edge my way to the picture.

I drew little horns on her head and blacked out one of her teeth.

"She looks like Uncle Earl with his dentures in." Miley laughs.

I started to read the article out loud.

"23 year old Kirsten Jackson and 24 year old Nick Jonas met at a Red Cross charity event just over a year ago and have been inseparable ever since."

I can practically hear Miley rolling her eyes.

"Let me see it." She snatches the paper from my hands. "Nick and Kirsten have just announced their engagement and are planning a small summer wedding…well good for them…"

I stick my finger in my mouth in a gagging motion.

"Lilly, that was very childish." She shakes her head at my art.

"Well, she made such a perfect target." I shrug. "How could I pass that up? I can't help it. Look at her. She's all skinny and blond and perfect…"

"Somebody sounds a little jealous."

...

I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker

Childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target

I couldn't be happier on my own

But I got the slightest of a jealous bone

And seeing her with him tends to enlarge it.

It may be my family's redneck nature

Rubbing off, bringing out un-lady like behavior

It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger but I don't like her

She may be an angel who spends all winter

Bringing the homeless blankets and dinner

A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner but I really hate her

I'll think of a reason later

...

"I am not jealous."

Miley gives me a 'You got to be kidding me' look.

Ok, fine, I am…a little.

"Oh, like you're not." I scoff.

"I'm not jealous. I just don't like her…"

"But Miley" I took on the tone I knew Nick would have in this situation. "You can't decide you don't like her without meeting her. I am sure you will love her. She is amazing. She came up with the cure for baldness."

"Baldness?" Miley laughs.

"Uh, cancer…" I shrug.

"I'm Kirsten, and not only have I discovered the cure for baldness…" Miley rolls her eyes "I've also found the cure for cancer, and I can dance…"

"Ok, you thought me baldness quip was lame?!" I exclaim.

"Sorry, I was just so distracted by her brains that I couldn't think of anything else."

...

Inside her head my lay all the answers

For curing diseases from baldness to cancer

Salt of the earth and a real good dancer

But it really hate her

I'll think of a reason later

Spoken:

Well, it was just one tooth

Did I mention I don't particularly care for her?

She makes me sick…

"Let's not tell anyone about this." I all of a sudden feel guilty as I look at the picture.

"Yah, we were kind of mean." Miley agrees. "Especially you, making her into the Devil version of the Toothfairy."

"It was just one tooth..."