Miley's POV:

"Miley," my dad sat on the couch, looking through a completely stuffed planner – all to do with Hannah Montana. But, meanwhile, I was worrying about Lily, who I hadn't seen since my last Hannah Montana concert, two weeks ago. "We have an interview in three hours – you should get ready." My dad waved his hand in front of my face.

"Sorry dad," I smiled, and nodded at the plans he was pointing at. "I was just thinking."

"Lily again?" He guessed, sitting down on the couch next to me, and hugging me with one arm around my shoulder. "She hasn't been around for a while has she?"

I nodded, and looked up at him. "I was hoping she was on vacation or something," I sighed. "But even Oliver doesn't know where she is." After that I let silence take over the room, and sat with my dad on the couch until Jackson came in from the beach.

"Wash you feet before you walk around," dad yelled to him, not even giving the chance for Jackson to make the house a mess. "Your brother," he sighed to me.

"There is definitely something wrong with him,' I agreed, dropping the morbid subject we'd been on before. Dad laughed, and I got up from the couch and went to the large closet I'd led Lily to two weeks ago. I sighed, not wanting to do another interview or concert without my best friend Lily by my side – it was difficult without her, even getting dressed for the event was depressing me.

"I need Lily," I sighed as I threw down my jeans and glittery shirt onto the floor and jumped onto my bed to use the phone on my bedside table.

"Hi, you've reached Lily, Lilster, or Lillian as my parents call me when they're mad," Lily's voice came through the phone and I refused to let myself hang up. "You know what to do."

I cleared my voice as the beep began, "hey Lily," I croaked, holding back tears as I thought about my best friend not being with me, so maybe I was being dramatic, but we did everything together before she disappeared off the end of the earth. "It's Miley, um, how have you been doing? I haven't heard from you in a while – and I was just wondering what happened, even Oliver's worried. So anyway, call back when you can, you know that number." And then I hung up, when I heard my dad calling me from the living room again.

"Coming dad!" I yelled and picked up the clothes from the floor again, getting dressed in them and running downstairs as I wiped away tears.