Preparation

That time of the year has come around. Tomorrow was the Annual Primetime Emmy Awards of 2008. Lily and Oliver began to walk over to the Tiki Hut to get some smoothies.

"Excited, Lily?" Oliver asked with a grin as they walked over to the Tiki Hut.

"About what?" She concentrated on her thirst. The small amount of salt water tickled sourly on the sides of her mouth.

"The Emmys, duh!" He threw his hands in the air.

"Oh, right. Of course I am, Oliver!"

"So…" Oliver tried to sound casual, but sort of, well, failed. "Is anyone coming with you?"

"Miley, of course."

"Well, is there any chance---"

"Oliver."

"What?!"

"I know what you are going to say." Lily rolled her eyes.

"What then?"

"If you can come."

"Wrong. Not me."

"Oh, does 'Saint' Sarah want to come, too?"

"Shut up? That project was a one-time thing! We have nothing in common besides---"

"WHO, THEN?"

"Mike."

"Who's Mike?" Lilly asked, confused.

"Lilly! You know!"

"Refresh my memory."

Oliver sighed over dramatically, "Mike Stand. My personal identity."

"Oh. Now I remember. Especially that one time with the horrible costumes, right? With the fangs and the bling-bling?" Lilly started cracking up.

"Shut up! It's not even supposed to be a joke! I was in a rush, okay!"

Lilly tried her best to make her face go deadpan, but half way failed.

"Okay, okay." She pulled out her phone and dialed Miley's number. "Miley and I will… try to pull something together for you." Lilly quickly turned around to stifle a laugh when she imagined Oliver in a 'new' costume.

"Lilly." Oliver said, clearly annoyed.

"Shh!" She pointed to her cell phone, "I'm making a phone call, Oliver! Manners!" Lilly somewhat joked. Oliver held his anger in and waited for the phone call to end.

"Hello?" Miley answered.

"Hey, it's me."

"Oh, hey Lilly."

"Ready for tomorrow?"

"Not yet."

"Oh, what's up?"

"Just making sure of some stuff. The guys are coming too, right?" Lilly asked.

"Ya think?" Miley replied. Her, Lilly, and the Jonas Brothers were hanging out so much they just referred to them as the guys when speaking in general, and still know whom they are talking about.

"Umm…" Lilly was right about to say 'Oliver', but right next to her he whispered excitedly, "Say my fake name, she'll know!"

"Ahem, Mike wants to come."

"Lily say what? Who's Mike?" Oliver could practically hear Miley through the phone.

"Mike Stand. You know, Oliver."

"Oh, you mean that one time with the horrible costumes, right? With the fangs and the bling-bling?" Lilly, as well as Oliver, could hear Miley cracking up through the receiver. Oliver's nose began to flare with anger.

"Miley, stop it or else you'll make me laugh!" Lilly said, obviously holding in a laugh, or at least a giggle and then whispered, "Oliver's right next to me."

"Oh!" Miley nearly choked, "Tell Oliver one of my fashion assistants who does guys also will stop by his house later today." Lilly told Oliver and he looked really happy.

"Okay. Oliver, go get some smoothies already. Gotta talk to Miley alone. Nothing personal."

"Okay. I'll be over at the Tiki Hut when you're done."

"Whatever, now go." Lilly waved him off and continued to talk to Miley.

"And you are going as Hannah, of course, and I'm going as Lola, right?"

"Exactly."

"This won't, like, defeat the whole idea, of Kevin being my boyfriend right?"

"Well, I don't think so if you two haven't been spotted in any magazines."

"Have you seen any?"

"Not lately."

"Oh."

"Lilly, try googling you."

"Me?"

"You and Kevin."

"Oh, okay. I'll do that."

"Is it cool if I come over later to pick outfits for tomorrow?"

"Of course. You're my best friend!"

"Awesome! See ya!"

"Bye!" Lilly replied excitedly.

Lilly stuffed her cell phone in the back of her khaki shorts and walked over to Oliver. She really hoped that paparazzi wouldn't attack her or that Kevin and me were already spotted so it would make him look like he's cheating on me. Gosh, that would be horrible. I couldn't let that happen.

"Hey." She said, taking her seat next to Oliver.

"Hey, Lilly." He answered as he handed her a smoothie before continuing to drink his. From lack of customers today, Jackson took his seat behind the counter in front of Lilly and Oliver, "Hey guys."

"Hi Oliver." They both said.

"So, how was surfing?"

"Great." Lilly said proudly.

"Seconded, only I fell in one or twice..." Oliver admitted sheepishly.

"Or nine times." Lilly said. Oliver rolled his eyes.

"I guess your surfing went downhill." Jackson tried to make his face deadpan, but failed, miserably. "Get it? Downhill?!" He started to crack up.

"Ahaha…ha." Lilly and Oliver faked laughed in unison.

"Yes, Lilly. Don't you think Jackson's jokes are so punny?" Unlike Jackson, Oliver went deadpan face-wise and Lilly started to genuinely crack up.

"Punny." She repeated, giggling. "That was good." She slapped a high-five with Oliver, still grinning.

"Oh come on, Lilly! That wasn't even funny! Wasn't mine, like, way funnier? Admit it!" Jackson complained.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson—" Oliver began, "My jokes are funnier because I giver people a chance to think about it, unlike you and then you kill it."

Jackson's jaw slightly dropped, "Nu-uh."

"Uh-huh." Lilly said.

"Nu-uh."

"Uh-huh and see you later. Come on, Oliver. You gotta wait for that fashion person and me and Miley gotta pick a dress. Bye!" Both Lilly and Oliver

slid off their stools, got their surfboards, and left.

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Lily/Lola: POV

Miley took both of the handles proudly. I wish they were at least a little sweaty, like me, but she was as sure of this as ever.

"You are absolutely positively seriously letting me do this, Miley?" I asked, trying to keep it cool, trying to contain my happiness. Fail. My happiness formed in an explosion of a smile. The doors opened.

Dresses. Shoes. Make up. Jewelry. Accessories.

A waterfall of fashion. And I felt like I was drowning in it.

"Miley you are SO awesome!!!" I yelled, pulling Miley into a hug.

"I know." She said with pride.

"So? Where should I start?"

"The dress of course."

"Did you already choose?"

"Yeah. Want to see it?"

"Heck yeah!" Miley turned around, watched over to a rack, and pulled out a gorgeous blue dress on a hanger, which also had a black clutch with gold hinges, and black pumps.

"C-ute!" Lilly squealed.

"Thanks, picked it out myself!"

"Give me a color."

"Hm, how bout green?"

"My favorite!" I motioned Miley to come to a rack, which was color coordinated. I couldn't believe how much her Hannah closet had grew in just a year or two. It's amazing.

Oliver/Mike: POV

It's 7:30, this 'fashion' pro should be here by now. I paced and paced in my loft. Finally the doorbell rang, in an almost annoying tone, because of the abruptness.

"Hello. I'm Stuart Michaels. You must be Mike…" He flipped open his PDA, "Stand?"

"Uh, yes." His hand was shaken firmly by this man. As he released his grip, he began to speak.

"So, you are friends with Miss Montana, hm?"

"Best friends. You are a fashion… expert?"

"Why, yes, I am." He seemed to automatically straighten out his collar. Whoa, I didn't even notice that before. Is that a…purse?

"Well, come right in and just take a seat on the couch." Stuart took a seat like I asked and I took a seat on the couch across from him.

"So," He began, "Mike, I understand you are going to the Emmy's tomorrow evening."

"Yes. I need an out—"

"Lucky you, am I right?" He interrupted excitedly.

"Uh, yes. Anyways, I need an outfit to wear."

"Ah, I see. What would you like to wear?" I imagined all sorts.

"Hm, a t-shirt, jeans, vans, converse, you know the usual. Maybe even a cape!" I answered enthusiastically.

"I assume you'd want fangs, too?" Stuart joked, but Oliver didn't catch that.

"I could wear those? Wow. If I could then of cour--."

"No."

"What?" Oliver asked, confused.

"Mike, you can't wear fangs to this type of even or any for that matter, maybe a small exception for a costume party, but the Emmy's? You gotta suit up!" Stuart said, almost preachy. I felt like my jaw dropped a mile or two, or ten---thousand. This guy was blunt!

"Do you have a tux?" I shook my head.

"Hm.. well, what's your size?" I told him my sizes and he dialed a number on cell phone. Was that on speed dial?

"Ah huh. Yes. Oh you have that size? Great, great. Can you get that style? Good. How fast?" It went on like that for 5 minutes. I just sat there impatiently.

It ended finally. The suit got here in 10 minutes. I gave Stuart a glass of water to pass the time. My throat was dying. It turns out there's this, like Stuart says, 'fabulous tux shop' a few miles away from my house and recommends that I go there if I need to again.

"Wow, this is nice. Thanks."

"No problem, but this isn't the end. Don't you need a wig, too?"

"A wig?"

"Yes."

"I've never worn one before. Will I have to wear one of those itchy hair nets?"

"No, no."

"Oh, goo—" I said in relief, but got cut off. Dang.

"Well, technically yes."

"Stuart!"

"Sorry, sorry. You will wear a wig, just not an itchy one. It's short, not too short. Will bring out those cheek bones." He assured. My cheekbones? I didn't notice myself touching them.

"I know what you're thinking." I flinched but he continued, "Weirdo, right? But I am an expert. I know these things." He turned around and looked in his bag. Stuart turned to me and held out a wig. I put the net on, which felt okay, not itchy, and I put the wig on.

"So this is it?" I asked, turning around slowly in the mirror.

"You don't like it?" Stuart asked, looking disappointed.

"No." I paused for 'dramatic effect' (what I call it), "Oliver likey!"

"…Oliver? Who's he? Isn't your name Mike?" Stuart asked, terribly confused.

I coughed. "Pshh. What are you talking about, Stuart? I said Mike." I tried my best to make him not so suspicious, "Are you on something? Get it together, man." I asked casually, sweating.

"No, no, no. Of course not!" He looks nervous. Omigosh. He's totally on something! Haha! I started to abruptly crack up.

"What, Ol-Mike?"

"Nothing." I mumbled, stifling a laugh.

Author's Note: Okay, so the last phrase was totally Lily/Lola, but I thought it would be a really funny thing for Oliver to say, period. Hope you liked this chapter.

Oh, and for all you Joe and Nick lovers, I will make them have bigger roles in the next few chapters. There'll be jealousy, arguments, blah blah blah. Hope you guys will enjoy it! By the way, the next chapter is REALLY featuring Mikayla, just so you know. KEEP READING, GUYS! 33

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