The next day emerged with Lilly waking up from a delightful dream of her watching the sunset again with Miley and Oliver. Sighing contentedly to herself, she rolled out of bed and changed for school.

Suddenly, she remembered the previous night. The reality of the dance dawned on her and her face fell. She actually had to dance with Oliver! She shuddered at the very thought.

What's wrong with that, anyway? She asked herself thoughtfully.

Wrong? Nothing's right with that! She argued with herself.

Anyway, I'm gonna stay a mile away from him, remember? She reminded herself. A war of the two minds ensued, with a part of it consoling Lilly that everything would be fine and there was nothing wrong with dancing with Oliver, while the other part seethed at the mere idea of looking at him.

Lilly scowled to herself, confused, and set off for Miley's.

"Hi, Miley!"

"Oh, hey Lilly! Ready for the dance?" Miley asked.

Lilly looked confused. "I thought it was in the evening!"

"Yeah, but you have to get ready for it, right?"

"Ready?" Lilly repeated. "You mean, like, dressing up? No way!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, she paused, thinking. She remembered Oliver's remark about how she never dressed up. "Yeah, I'll come over early here, right after school. You can make me up, right?" she asked nervously.

"Chill, Lilly! Since when are you so eager to make up and all that?" Miley asked.

Lilly hesitated. "I don't know...since, well...Oliver thought I never dress up like you do," she mumbled almost incomprehensively. Miley looked at her thoughtfully and grinned to herself in secret.

"Oh, Oliver thought. Right. Yeah, sure, come over after school," she replied nonchalantly.

Lilly frowned. "Wait- I hope you're not suggesting..."

Miley raised her eyebrows.

"Nothing," Lilly muttered. Just then, Oliver walked in, as usual, late. "Ollie Trolley's here!" he announced. Lilly started to roll her eyes, but stopped, for some reason.

"So...Oliver? Ready for tonight's dance?" Miley queried eagerly.

Oliver shrugged. "I guess."

Miley looked disappointed. "You guess? That's it, you just guess?!" she cried dejectedly.

Oliver raised his eyebrows. "What else do you want me to do, scream out loud?"

"Well, yeah," Miley admitted.

"Huh? Lilly, has Miley gone mad?" Oliver asked.

Lilly did not quite hear what he said. She had been subconsciously listening, not really registering what he was saying. The violins playing in her mind weren't allowing her to listen.

"Lilly?" Oliver asked again. This time, Lilly jerked back to reality, as the violins ceased to play.

"Huh?" she asked absentmindedly. Oliver gave her a weird look.

"Forget it."

Lilly shrugged. "Okay, any idea of going to school?" she chirped and went out of the door, with her two best friends following.

School seemed to drag a lot. Finally, it got over and the trio rushed out.

"School was boring today!" Miley remarked casually.

"Tell me about it!" Oliver muttered.

Lilly said nothing. For some reason, she found herself inexplicably smiling. Embarrassed, she faltered. Miley noticed it.

"So, Lilly? Coming to my house?" she asked expectantly.

Lilly veered her eyes at Oliver, and then at Miley. "Alright."

"For what?" Oliver asked.

Miley pursed her lips. "Well, everyone wants to look good for the dance, don't they?" she said unusually brightly.

Oliver chortled. "Yeah, Lilly really needs it!" he commented.

Lilly shot up and glared at Oliver. "What do you mean, I really need it? I need what?" she shot ferociously.

Oliver cowered under her fierceness. "I don't know...like, make up and all that girly stuff?" he mumbled uncertainly.

Lilly looked at him vehemently. "You know I can do all those if I want to, I told you so yesterday!" she cried. Miley grinned slightly. She was enjoying this.

Oliver shrugged. "So what do I do about it?" he questioned again coolly.

Lilly lowered her glare and said nothing. There was a cold silence between them.

"Well, why don't you head to my house, Lilly? Buh- bye, Oliver, go home now!" Miley said brightly, signaling him to go. He scooted off with a perplexed look.

Miley turned to Lilly and steered her to the Stewarts'.

"Ready?" she asked eagerly. Lilly was seated in front of a full- length mirror in Hannah Montana's wardrobe nervously. Reluctant, she nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.

After what seemed about two whole hours of endless fixing and washing, she opened her eyes. What greeted her in the mirror came as a pleasant shock.

"Wow," she breathed, fingering her perfectly curled hair. "It's...curly!"

"What do ya expect, wriggly?" Miley remarked sarcastically, loosening Lilly up a bit. She giggled nervously and examined herself. Her hair was beautifully curly and her eyes sparkled under the smoky black eyeliner. Her cheeks and lips were slightly coloured in the lightest hue of pink. Overall, it created a subtly gorgeous effect.

"It's...not bad," she blushed at her reflection.

Miley fumed. "Not bad?! I spend two hours sweating it out and this is the thanks I get?"

Rolling her eyes happily, Lilly gave Miley a hug; irresistibly reminding herself of the hug she shared with Oliver a couple of days back.

"Well, time to change your dress!" Miley exclaimed. She went over to her wardrobe and picked out a long, flowing green shirt and a black skirt. "Hmm...this should do," she murmured, biting her lips. Lilly tried it on and Miley squealed with pride.

"Wow! Lilly, you actually look better than me!" she exclaimed thoughtlessly, then stopped.

"What's wrong with that?" Lilly asked, hurt.

"Nothing," Miley mumbled uncomfortably.

Lilly smiled. "It's okay. Come on, let's go. Oliver should be here any minute."

"So?"

"So what?" Lilly said, confused.

"I mean, so what if Oliver is here any minute?" Miley asked suspiciously.

"So...nothing. I'm just telling you," muttered Lilly. Miley shrugged happily and, arm in arm, led her downstairs just as Oliver came in. He was dressed a bit too casually in jeans and T shirt.

"You ready?" he asked chirpily to both of them. He suddenly stopped when he saw Lilly. She looked strange and more like a girl. He frowned with displeasure. "Are you really Lilly Truscott?" was the only thing he could think of asking.

Lilly did not know how to react. She did not say anything for a while; she merely blinked stupidly at him. "Of course I am, who else would I be?" she answered bluntly.

"Good job, Miley," Oliver said in a low voice. Miley flashed her pearlies triumphantly.

"What do you mean?" Lilly asked furiously.

"Nothing...you look...unusual," he replied coolly, a hint of disgust journeying his features.

"So what if I do?" Lilly demanded haughtily, with her hands on her hips.

Oliver looked confused. He was unsure of what to say. He looked back at her feeling like an idiot. Miley, meanwhile, was looking from one to the other.

"Ready to go?" she asked in a syrupy tone.

"Sure," agreed Lilly, still not taking her livid eyes off Oliver. She did not move.

Miley tugged at her hand, but she resisted. "Lilly, come on! The limo's here!" Oliver scratched his head, feeling extremely foolish for some absurd reason. He was awkwardly standing there, having a staring match with Lilly, who happened to be looking her weirdest. What a strange night!

The violins in Lilly's head got louder and more soothing. She could not fathom what was happening, but whatever it was, it sure was queer. The annoyed shouts of Miley did not penetrate into her ears due to the loud music of the violins.

"What's happening?" Oliver broke the silence between the two. Lilly awoke from her so- called 'trance'.

"I don't know. It was weird," Lilly commented, puzzled.

"Yeah. Weird," he agreed.

"Come on, Lilly! We're getting late!" Miley cried. She gave Oliver a slap on his back.

"Ow, what was that for?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing. Just felt like it," Miley grinned and pulled the reluctant two into the limo. "Take it off!" she yelled happily to the driver.


A/N: Come on, no reviews, no updates! Should I really continue this story? Is it worthwhile?