I totally agree that everyone is out of character, but for right now I'm going to try to build up to that, I've never written a Hannah Montana fic, so here's sumer1994's first chapter!!! I hope you guys like it:

Chapter 4 How To Get The Party Pumpin'

"So did you get an invite?" Jamie asked me at Gym the next day.

"An invite to what?" Jamie stared at me while we ran laps around the gym's rim.

"Candace's Sweet Sixteen," Jamie paused, her breath short. I slowed down my pace so she could keep up. "I mean she spends so much time with Oliver... I would think you guys would be tight,"

"I'm not to 'fond' of Candace," I replied.

"Makes sense," She smirked.

"What makes sense?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh trust me, you know," Jamie said suggestively, before being interupted by an incredibly annoying noise. Let's just call it, Candace.

"Jamie, girl, what's up?" She smiled, her lips glistening with lip gloss. "Lily," She sneered.

"Oh, we were just talking about how awesome your Sweet Sixteen is gonna be," Jamie giggled, what a suck-up.

"Well duh! You're both definitely coming. Did you know the show Super Sweet Sixteen asked me to be on it? I don't know if I'll do it-"

"You should totally do it! It would be way awesome, that show is so cool!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Really?" Candace slowed down to a walking pace, I kept jogging slowly, but stayed to the side of them. "I always thought it was stupid,"

"Oh totally, I mean, you're way to good for it!" In Miley's words this girl sure did flip-flop faster than a playboy model at a beach.

Gag me.

"Ms. Jamison, Ms. Carlen, and Ms. Truscott! Give me an extra lap!" Mr. Golds bellowed.

Candace ran over to him and whined: "But Lily was standing in front of me, I couldn't move!"

Mr. Golds nodded, letting Jamie and Candace off the hook, and ordered me to run an extra lap in front of the class.

Candace smirked, but adverting my glance I stared at the wall before me. Ohh boy, is she gonna get it.

Who knew the gym was this big?

Miley had agreed to help me, the plan was in session. Candace's party was tonight, and after finally deciding she would "let" Super Sweet Sixteen film her and her party, her daddy rented out a whole five star hotel- including the club and rooms.

I had told Miley everything, and planned that she would have an idea. Of course being everyone's favorite popstar undercover, she had a bunch of schemes up her sleeve.

I arrived at Miley's house, and said a quick and short "Hello" to Jackson before running up the stairs.

"The safest way to do this..." Miley pulled a chair out for me, "is to give you the makeover, and get Ollie Trolly jealous, just like you!" She teased.

"Okay two things: get it through your thick head that I am not jealous! And two, I don't know about this Miles," I countered, "I mean... it is me,"

"Shut up, you're gorgeous, not let me work," I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the chair.

"Just don't like kill me," I amswered, as Miley took out a curler I felt the familiar sensation in my stomach, like when you get on a roller coaster for the first time.

"Oliver's going with Candace in her limo,"

"Her limo?" I questioned, as we got into Jackson's crappy car.

"Yep, her dad rented it, apparently she's also getting a car at the party, but she can't drive it there..." Miley closed the door behind her.

"Whoa," Jackson said, as he turned around and looked at me.

"Jackson, don't say anything!" Miley ordered at the same time I expressed:

"Does it look that bad?"

"You look hot," Jackson chuckled, as he pulled on his sunglasses, even thought the sun was already setting. "Oliver is one lucky dude,""Why is it always about Oliver?" I asked, even though I knew just like everyone else, this wasn't about Candace anymore. We drove the rest of the way in silence and finally upon arriving at the twenty story Hilton he smirked:

"See ya sis', babe, I'll be back to pick you up at 11:30, but only so I don't get grounded. I might be a little late, Cooper and I got some hot dates," He lifted his glasses and winked at me.

I cringed jokingly: "Yeah... hot, of course Jackson,"

Miley led the "new me" into the club, and showed the bouncer our invites.

"And the music that will forever mark the night is:" I smiled at Miley.

"Pumpin' Up the Party?" We asked at the same time, and giggled.

"How appropriate," Miley grinned.