Okay, first off, I love you guys who review, second I know Troy is out of character but I have no idea how to write conflict without someone being totally out of character. I could use Sharpay, but that's boring. Later in the story Troy will go back to his usual Troy. Also, tell me if you think he's going back to himself by the end of this chapter. Anyways, this story is a drama because if you think about it, the other topics are basically drama too. Tragedy, angst, romance, ect. I guess I could make it a spirtitual story. I don't know if you want it to be a spiritual story then tell me in a review. I'll have to tweek the story a little bit, but owell I guess if that's what you guys want.
I do not own Hannah Montana or High School Musical.
Mileys P O V
"-Troy." said the voice.
"What do you want?" I asked rather harshly.
"Please don't hang up on me," he started.
"You have ten seconds to tell me why not to," I said.
"Because, I really like you and I know you just kissed Ryan to make me jealous."
"So, get off my back," I said.
"Why?"
"Because I can press a little button and you'll go away," I explained.
"Wait, I want to apologize for telling everyone your secret. I also have another confession. I didn't tell because I wanted you to talk to me. I told because of an accident. I was talking to Gabs about it when Chad walked up behind me and heard. I really didn't mean too Miley."
"So why did you tell me it was because you wanted me to talk to you?"
"I was embarrassed and I thought you'd be flattered. I thought maybe you'd want to go out on Friday."
"I don't know if I believe you," I said.
"Ask Chad. Ask Gabs, if when I was talking about it on Tuesday that Chad came up and heard."
"Well anyways you ruined my life. I don't think that would make me too flattered."
"Yeah I bet you had a real rough day being Miley/Hannah. Kissing guys, getting dates, becoming popular, making friends, and being every guys eye candy."
"Actually Johnny doesn't want to go out with someone famous," I explained.
"Sorry, but I do," he said.
"I don't even know if your lying to me or telling the truth."
"If I'm telling the truth to you will you go out with me?"
"I don't know," I said.
"Promise you'll think about?" he asked.
"Don't get your hopes up," I said. Then added,"I have to go to bed."
I hung up and shut my phone off. It was only eight oclock but talking to him made me sick. I watched t.v. until bed. I decided I would ask Gabs and Chad if he's telling the truth and then, if he is, I'll forgive and become friends, but not the way he wants to be friends. If he's lying, I'll make sure there is a way to make his life a living hell, like he's made mine. I have a concert and a meeting tomorrow about what to do. I think if I didn't tell the press, it would've gotten out since my school knows. It's better they heard it from me.
I woke up the next morning at and got my tan skirt with a red henley and put my hair in a sort of high pony tail. I actually even put on eye liner with mascara. Normally for school I just put on mascara. Anyways I got my silver one inch heels, cause I hate really big heels. But I trouble finding my silver bag. It was a purse and a cute school bag. I grabbed two peices of toast and got Jackson to drive me to school instead of walk.
"Thanks Jackson," I said when we got there.
"Just get out ahead of me so people don't think we're together," he replied.
"You boob," I said.
When I got out people with cameras took pictures and wanted to interview me for the school paper.
"Miley, can we interview you?" said someone. There was one guy with a pen and paper, and three with a camera.
"Okay, first stop blinding me," I directed.
"Second, I'll do an interview as long as you don't take anymore pictures until I say you can, and third, not here," I said walking towards the school.
We went into the press room and me and editor, Jack sat down.
"How long have you been Hannah Montana?" he asked.
"Well I started performing in Tennesee, when I was eight and then got discovered. My record label said to move out close to Los Angelas with them so I could be by the studio. Noone at my old school knew about me. When I moved I didn't want to be treated different so I used a stage name and a wig at performances."
"Okay," he said. He had a recorder instead of a pen now.
"Who's helped you through this?"
"Lily and Oliver have always been the only ones outside my family that know and have been so suportive. They've only known for a couple months."
"So, anything going on between you and Oliver?"
"Romantically?" I asked almost choking on the word.
"NO! We've always been great friends and I hope we always will be friends. Just friends."
"Where's the farthest you've ever performed?"
"Probably Ukraine," I said.
"So you're pretty world wide?"
"Oh yeah, I've been to fifteen countries. You wouldn't believe how many vaccination shots I've had to get," I said laughing. Probably forty in my life.
"Okay that'll do it," he said letting me go.
I was relieved when I got to leave. I found Gabs right away.
"Hey Gabs," I said getting her to turn around.
"I need to know about when Troy told Chad about me being Hannah," I said.
"He didn't tell him," she said.
"How'd it happen then?"
"He walked up behind us while we were talking about it. Then Chad wouldn't shut up," she said.
"Thanks," I said walking away. I had to find Chad to make sure he didn't put her up to that.
"Chad!" I said when I found him.
He told me the same thing. I had to find Troy know.
"Troy!" I shouted when I found him.
"I just talked to Gabs, and Chad," I said.
"Do you forgive me then?" he asked with a look of guilt on his face.
"Sort of," I said.
"Sort of how?"
"I want us to be friends like how we were on the first day, but nothing else but friends," I said.
"It beats enemies," he said.
Then Ryan walked up.
"Hey Miley, can I talk to you?" he said.
I winced.
"Okay, shoot," I said.
"I'm not going to call you," he said.
"Okay..." I said.
"I don't like you that way. I think you're really nice, and sweet but I like someone else," he explained.
"Who?" I asked praying it wasn't a guy.
"Her," he said pointing to Lily.
My insides exploded in laughter.