"Wow," Oliver breathed. The three walked up to the guard, with Lilly and Oliver feeling out of place and awkward.
"Heya, I'm Hannah Montana and these are my friends, er...Lola and...Ollie," Miley flashed a smile at the guard. She took out the invitation card and showed it to the guard. He looked at her mockingly.
"Yeah, and I'm King Arthur!" he remarked. Miley looked confused for a while.
"Oh no, you forgot your wig!" Lilly moaned softly in her ear. Sure enough, Miley had forgotten to put on her wig. A look of alarm and comprehension crossed her face. She bit her lip, thinking.
"Well...as I see it, there's only one way out. You guys go there and convince Tracie about my whereabouts, and I'll just dash home in the limo. Okay?" she asked desperately. Lilly and Oliver agreed, and the guard let them both in.
Nervously, they walked into what seemed like a magnificent marble- floored hall. Lilly was reminded of the hall where Cinderella had danced at the ball. She felt foolish and out of place. She also felt a hint of fright. The people were all dressed posh and every single thing in the hall reflected great opulence and fantastic decorating tastes. It looked like a real English ball.
Lilly instinctively clutched Oliver's hand for comfort. "This is rather scary," she whispered tensely, cowering behind him. "I feel underdressed. Look at all that designer stuff they are flaunting!"
"Makes you glad you've got Hannah Montana as your best friend, doesn't it?" he said bitterly. Lilly looked at him pleadingly.
"Oliver, please don't start it again. I want to enjoy this, not fight with you," she implored.
Oliver grinned. "So you're saying you don't enjoy quarrelling with me?"
"Who enjoys quarrelling?"
"I do," replied Oliver unexpectedly. Lilly looked at him, surprised.
"You're telling me you enjoy having all those spats with me?" she asked in a low voice.
Oliver shrugged thoughtfully. "It's fun to see you get so ticked off, I guess."
Lilly lifted her nose in the air haughtily. "Then I'll never get ticked off again!" she claimed.
Oliver laughed. "You are, now," he pointed out, smirking.
Lilly smiled, still not letting go of his hand. "Then you won't see me getting angry with you again. I can't let you have all the fun!" she stated. Oliver grinned.
"That's my little Truscott!" he laughed. "Now, why don't we stop all this emotional stuff and look for Tracie?"
Their eyes roamed about the crowd in search of the very snobby girl. Finally, Lilly's landed on her.
"There she is!"
They made their way through the elegant crowd and to Tracie, and informed her that Hannah would be arriving late because of a 'traffic jam'.
"Welcome to the party," Tracie drawled monotonously, "Make yourselves comfortable. Ooh, are you two going out?"
Lilly and Oliver glanced at each other quickly, not knowing what to say.
Tracie laughed politely. "Of course you are, how silly of me to ask you! Well, enjoy!" And wit a wave of her hand, she dissolved in the crowd before either could protest.
There was a silence between them. Oliver raised his eyebrows waveringly. "Well...Tracie has obviously got it wrong," he proclaimed uncertainly.
Lilly nodded. "Yeah."
"So...what do you want to do till Miley comes?" he asked.
Lilly shrugged. "I don't know...let's sit down." Both sat on the most comfortable couch they had ever had the fortune to even lay their eyes on.
"Now what?" Lilly asked.
"Let's fight!" Oliver suggested, eyes gleaming with sarcasm.
Lilly rolled her eyes and punched him, annoyed. "Will you stop saying that?" she snapped.
"So what do you want to do, dance?" Oliver asked wildly. Lilly shrugged.
"That won't be a bad idea," she said. Oliver gaped at her.
"Do you remember the deal we made with Miley? What was it? Oh yeah. Oliver and I are gonna stay a mile from each other. Where's that gone?" he asked. Lilly lowered her eyes.
"Well, it is definitely better than sitting here looking like two idiots, isn't it?" she muttered.
"Two intelligent idiots." Oliver smiled and corrected her. It lightened the tension between the two. "Fine, let's dance. As friends," he agreed.
Lilly nodded, smiling. "As friends. Friends forever!" she added.
"Okay now, drop all that emotional stuff! Come on," Oliver pulled her from the couch and onto the floor where several people were swaying gracefully to the orchestra. He led her to a more secluded place where they could avoid awkward questions.
He scratched his head doubtfully. "Er...Lilly? Did I mention I can't dance?" he grinned sheepishly.
Lilly grinned back. "No you didn't. And neither can I."
"Great."
They stood there, occasionally swaying to the violins, which clashed harmoniously with the loud ones in Lilly's head. Her spirits were high and she felt carefree and gleeful as she quietly drank in the scene and the lilting music.
"I wonder where's Miley?" Oliver wondered, looking around. Just then, the doors opened and in walked Miley herself, topped with her Hannah wig.
"Hannah Montana's here!" she shouted and a hush fell everywhere as all eyes turned on her.
"Hope that's answered your question," Lilly whispered with a grin.
A/N: No reviews, no updates!! I'm enjoying this!