A/N: Time jump. It's been, like, two months since Miley moved.
"How can she be so selfish and stupid?" Amy shrieked. She, Grace, Adrian, Madison, and Lauren had all gotten together for the first time ever, considering the awkward ties that held them all together. But the "Miley issue" was so strong, they put everything else aside.
"She is a complete bitch," Adrian replied casually. "I hate her. And she's at Ricky's house right now, and we all know what they're doing." Silence. All of the girls had been connected to Ricky somehow, with perhaps the exception of Madison, who was only connected to him through her friends, and none of them wanted to admit how much it stung to know that Ricky was with another girl, one he allegedly loved, as they spoke. "I thought you said he'd be over her," Grace whispered. Adrian rolled her eyes. "I'm not psychic or anything. I just assumed, considering how little it took for him to get over all of us."
"We should pay Miley a visit," Amy suggested, while Madison and Lauren looked terrified. "Guys, if you go to jail…," Lauren warned. "Oh, relax. We're not going to like, murder her, or anything," Amy scoffed. "Just to talk to her. Get to the bottom of it all. Besides, I think she's hiding something. Haven't you noticed how on some days she won't show up to school at all, or if she does, she looks like she's slept a total of two hours? There's something up, unless she just doesn't feel like going to school for a significant amount of the week."
"I noticed that too," Grace said thoughtfully, "but I never really thought much about it. I just thought maybe she had a weak immune system or something." Adrian shook her head. "I don't think it's health related," she deduced, "but I do agree with Amy. Miley is definitely hiding something, and for Ricky's sake, we need to get to the bottom of it."
"So me, Amy, and Grace will go over to her house tomorrow morning, since it's a Saturday?"
"Sounds good."
Ding-dong. Miley lazily slid her chair away from the "island," which was what she called the countertop that floated in the middle of her kitchen where she ate. Miley and Ricky had had a date night the previous night, doing the typical boyfriend-girlfriend activities. They saw a movie, went out to eat, and spent the night together. Miley had just arrived home about a half hour ago, and was running on only about six hours of sleep. Not to mention she had a Hannah Montana concert that night. Ugh, speaking of which; they had been hell. They were always on weekdays, and they were usually a few hours away. She would have to leave school early and miss it the next day, or, if she could make it back in time, she would be a zombie with no sleep.
She ran her hands through her hair and tried to shake the sleep from her eyes as she opened the door. To her surprise (and dismay) she saw Adrian, Grace, and Amy standing with their hands on their hips on her doorstep. "Um, can I help you?" Miley said, attempting to sound sweet instead of pissed, but she mostly just sounded a little strained and awkward.
"Yeah, kind of," Amy said, stepping inside and sliding off her shoes. "We wanted to talk to you about something." Adrian and Grace followed suit. "Yeah, in your room?" Adrian said, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "If that's okay."
SHIT, Miley thought, my Hannah closet still hasn't been installed. All of my Hannah stuff is just lying around. Shit, shit, shit! "Um, my room's, um, kind of, uh, a mess?" she tried, willing her voice to regain a normal tone and for her panic to stop. "But my living room is fine."
"No, we really think we should talk in your room," Amy insisted, brushing past Miley and hurrying up the stairs. Miley stood dumbfounded, wincing as she imagined Amy bursting into her room and taking in her secret. "Stop!" she shrieked, climbing up the stairs two by two in a desperate attempt to stop Amy. However, Amy had gotten a start that was significant enough that she had already reached the door to Miley's room. For a pregnant woman, Miley thought, she runs pretty fricken fast!
Unable to stop her, Miley watched as Amy threw open the door to her bedroom and gasped. She crossed the room and picked up two incriminating pieces of evidence—Miley's wig and her plaque that congratulated her for her album going triple-platinum. With these two things in hand, Amy looked around the rest of the room, mouth gaping, as Adrian and Grace pushed past Miley and took in the sight.
"Miley…," Amy began slowly, "you're Hannah Montana?"
