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Chapter 11: Dolly Llama
Lily flipped her dark blonde ponytail over her shoulder, tired of playing with the tips of her hair while she waited for him. It had been over ten minutes.
He was such a diva.
"Lily?"
An attractive guy in jeans and a fashionably paint splattered shirt approached her cautiously. The raven haired guy had been there longer then she had, waiting at the entrance of the food court. She had wandered straight past him, looking for the cloud of girls that heralded Jake's presence.
"Jake?!"
Her eyebrows rose in shock.
"Shhh!"
He glanced around them, and, despite herself, Lily did the exact same thing.
"I'm incognito."
"Ah."
She nodded knowingly, then the two made eye contact, and they were struck by the strange circumstances.
It took them a while to stop the giggles, but eventually Lily remembered that she was angry with him. She put all her weight on one hip and crossed her orange clad arms.
"What do you want? On your message you said it was important info about Miley."
"Wait for Oliver. I'll tell you both together."
"Start talking then, Jerk."
Jake turned to find the very cold Oliver waiting for him.
"That was very unlike you!"
Jake couldn't control what had slipped out. Oliver walked forward, sticking his face in Jake's.
"Let me make this very clear. You made Miley cry. That made Lily upset. You managed to wreck both of my best friends in record breaking time. I. Don't. Like. You."
Jake's eyes widened behind his dark glasses. He turned quickly back to Lily, surprising her by the force with which he grabbed her shoulders.
"Is that true?"
The girls looked bewilderedly at Oliver.
"Yes. He really doesn't like you."
Jake sighed loudly in exasperation.
"Not that. Both of you have every right to hate me. That doesn't matter compared to this: Did Miley really cry?"
Lily looked away from him, shifting under his gaze.
"Maybe. A little."
But Jake heard what she really meant as if she had shouted it in his ear. The world stopped.
Defiantly. A lot.
He had made her cry.
God, he was such a bastard!
Miley; sweet, hapless, funny, independent, headstrong Miley. He had made her cry. He wasn't worth her tears. No guy was, or ever would be.
"You need to help me."
Lily let out a short, harsh bark of laughter.
"Yeah right. Let's go Lily."
"No wait! Please! I just want the chance to apologize without you guys running away! Why won't you listen?!"
"Because you've had plenty of time to come up with thousands of excuses for being a prick."
"Oh, nice word."
"Thank you."
Jake had to jog to keep up with the two as they power-walked for the exit.
"Please! I've talked it all over with Hannah Montana, and I need your help!"
That stopped them.
"You talked it over with Hannah?"
Clear disbelief was written all over their faces. Jake felt suddenly nervous, like he had said something of incredible importance without realizing it.
"Yeah. We did some shows together and stuff, so you know…we talked and things."
"She spoke to you? Recently?"
Lily looked like she had just swallowed a fish. Jake felt annoyance begin to rise inside him, edged slightly by angry confusion.
"Yes. Yesterday in fact, and we spoke through an at least two hour meal. Why?"
Oliver and Lily swapped a glance.
"And she told you to talk to us?"
"Yes!"
"Alright," Lily replied decisively, sitting down on one of the benches nearby. "We're listening."
Hannah sat in her dressing room at the benefit concert. Pop groups and stars around the world had come to this mini LA Band-Aid.
The Jonas Brothers, Cheetah Girls, Hannah Montana, and a load of others were just waiting for their chance to walk on stage and change the world. Bono had set the whole thing up as a way to get teenagers active about the environment.
Carefully pulling a brush through her blonde hair, she looked back over the last few days.
Day 1: Contact and lunch with Jake
Day 2: Hysterical call from Lily about doing things without her concerning Jake, apologizing, and finding out that Jake, Oliver and Lily were planning something but wouldn't tell her what.
Day 3: Today. The concert for the benefit of California after the fires.
There was a hesitant knock on the door behind her.
"Yeah?"
"Hannah? It's Jake."
"Come on in!"
She watched in the mirror as he opened the door, poking his head in with a large grin. Hannah stood to greet him, only to be swept off her feet as he enveloped her in a hug.
"Thank you so much!"
"Jake…air…."
The blonde teens quickly parted, smiling at each other.
"So it worked?"
Jake sat down in one of the chairs by her makeup counter.
"Well, I haven't spoken to her yet, but as soon as I dropped your name her friends were happy to listen to listen to what I had to say. I think their major fans or something."
"Well, I'd be happy to meet them."
"Yeah, we should all grab lunch some time. You might have to wear a disguise though, Miley tends to hate celebrities."
Hannah had to look away quickly, trying not to laugh.
"You don't say."
"Yeah! That was my first reaction, but then-"
He never got to finish his sentence. The door burst open, and Vladimier raced in, his hair slightly mussed.
"Mil-"
His eyes widened as he took in her shocked face, and the other person in the room. This guy didn't know, that much he could tell, but how to cover up what he was about to say?
The flustered teen blurted out the first thing he thought of in the half a second he had.
"-llama!"
The other boy's brows knitted together as both Hannah and Vlad scrambled to come up with a way to get out of this one.
"Your llama?"
"Uh, yes. My llama has escaped. The one that Hannah liked so much. Uh, Dolly!"
"Dolly llama?"
"Yep."
"Oh no! When did she get out?"
Hannah widened her eyes slightly at the band member, encouraging him to come up with a way to exit the scene.
"Yesterday. Someone left the gate unlocked. Just wanted to let you know. Hey, while I'm here, do you have any bobby pins? Dyvick has run into a bad hair day."
Hannah turned, grabbing a bag of hairpins and tossing them to him.
"Let me know when you find Dolly!"
"No prob!"
Vlad yelled as the door shut behind him.
Hannah let out a sigh of relief.
"That was weird."
She smiled tightly, laughing nervously with him.
"Yeah. Those crazy boys and their llamas."
"Hmm. They don't seem like the llama type, you know? More like the Rottweiler or Pit bull kinda guys."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Are you OK? Your voice sounds a little high pitched."
Hannah sat down in her chair, heart still racing with her near brush at being discovered.
"Just staring to get nervous about the performance."
"Oh yeah. It must be harder doing it live then having a second chance on camera, huh?"
"A bit."
"Well, I'll go shove my way through the crown out there. See you later Hannah!"
"Bye!"
As soon s the door shut she slumped down in her chair.
Tonight was going to be one heck of a rollercoaster.
I'll update again soon!
Gone Crazy and Staying There,
Wolfy101
