Disclaimer: Hannah Montana is still not mine. :(

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter's short...and a little late. Although technically, it's still Sunday.

The total is still: 4 for Loliver, 2 for Lackson, and 3 for Moliver. (Tell me if I miscounted.)

Chapter Fourteen:

Into The Fire Again

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Oliver's POV

"I am not coming out in this."

"Come on, Lilly. I'm sure it looks great!"

"It's too short. And it's too pink. Even Lola Lufnagle wouldn't wear this. And I should know. I follow her regularly in the magazines. She's my favorite celebrity!"

"Lilly," Miley hissed, walking straight up to the door, "would you stop your shameless self-promoting and just get your butt out here?"

Blah, blah, blah. I swear Miley and Lilly can be really boring sometimes. They're too dramatic. It's all 'ooh, wear this' and 'ohmygoddddddd I am NOT wearing that!' and 'guess what so-and-so said' and 'ohmygodddd, NO they didn't!' Get the pattern?

And right then, they'd been on each other's cases for the last ten minutes. Miley would chase Lilly around the store, throwing tops at her and grabbing up skirts like she was on that old show Supermarket Sweep. Then, Lilly would run around the store trying to put everything Miley picked up back in its place while she grabbed whatever she liked.

Why am I even here? I watched Miley try to force her way into Lilly's dressing room. Let's see…who could I blame this on? I tried to think of someone before realizing that no one forced me to go. I was just bored and insisted on coming, because I thought nothing could be more boring than sitting at home watching TV reruns. Obviously, I was wrong.

"Lilly, just come out!"

"If I come out in this, can this be the last one you force me to wear?"

"For today? Fine!"

Lilly stepped out of the dressing room wearing some kind of frilly, pink skirt that was huge. It looked like a giant tutu, but Miley insisted it was "fashion-forward" and cute.

"What do you think, Oliver?" Lilly asked.

"Honestly, it's creeping me out. Why do you need new clothes anyway? What's wrong with your regular ones? They look like something you'd actually wear since, I don't know, you already do."

Miley stepped forward and grabbed Lilly's arm. She pulled her over to a rack of clothes by the dressing room door, moving her out of hearing range, before walking back over to me. "Well, I think it's cute. And you can't just have a wardrobe of just one style. That's boring. Lilly's got her normal clothes, and now she needs her cute ones that will make Jackson fall in love with her."

"I thought you said Jackson already likes her."

"He does. But Lilly needs some girly clothes, too."

Honestly, I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I mean, I like Miley, but sometimes she can just be so…caught up in fashion or something. "Whatever, just remember what happened the last time you glammed* her up. Lilly's our friend, Miley, and I'd rather not see her get hurt again. I don't know what happened the other day, but you'd better figure it out."

"Nothing happened."

I know I acted as if it wasn't a big deal the other day. That's just the way I am—at first, things don't really bother me. I'll go along with it. But after awhile, I start thinking, and that's when I start worrying. Yeah, Miley didn't blow up at Lilly, and that's cool…but…something kept nagging at me. Something about why Miley got so mad so fast.

I just shook my head at Miley, got up, and left. "Tell Lilly I said bye, okay? And maybe now's not the best time to bring up whatever happened."

Miley just nodded, but I don't think she got it. I think she was still trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong.

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Lilly's POV

Finally, I found a cute shirt. It was black with this really cool shimmery design in gold and pink and even fit into my budget! Halfway through my mental happy dance, I turned around to see Miley walking around the store alone, and the little corner where Oliver was sitting before was deserted.

"Miley?"

"Yeah?" Miley didn't even turn around. She was absorbed in her task of finding some designer pair of jeans in her size.

"Where's Oliver?"

"Oliver had to, uh, go home. He said goodbye though."

"Oh, okay." It didn't really make sense to me. Why would Oliver just run off? He didn't have anywhere else to be—we were supposed to hang out today anyway, and he was the one that insisted that he come with us shopping. "You think he's okay?"

Miley turned around and smiled at me, saying, "I think he's fine. We'd better get a move on, though. Otherwise, we'll be in the store all day."

"Right," I said, letting her lead me to the counters. I still had a bad feeling about this plan—like I was out of the fire and into the fire again.

*A/N: Maybe I did make up a word.

Anyway, please review and I'll try to update again next Sunday…even if I have to stay up late to do it (like today)!