I really despise Luanne. The second I heard her stupid cackle, I whipped around, yanked open the door, and glared at her. "I need a little bit of privacy, Luanne!" I spat. "Besides, why would I be plotting against you? You might expose my secret if I did," I lied obviously. Luanne rolled her eyes. "Puhlease, Miley, how dumbuh do y'all thinks I is?" she said in her uncouth accent (at least she was speaking regularly for her). "I heard you," she continued, converting to a regular voice and not waiting for my answer, "talking to Lily about a plan. I don't exactly know why, since there's really nothing to plan against. I'm not doing anything bad. Just living in the limelight a bit. I want a taste of the good life, and I thought you could reward me with that. I thought we were cousins." She mouthed the word "close" and pounded her heart with a sympathetic and thoughtful look in her eyes (it was completely fake). Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, but then I realized that Luanne couldn't know I knew she was going to completely steal my identity. So I stopped mid-roll and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Luanne. I'll text Lily right now and apologize I got her involved with my cruel and selfish plotting. So, do you have any interviews or concerts or events to attend?" I asked as subtly as I could. Luanne didn't put two and two together. "Oh, yes," she said bubbly. "I have a fantastic interview with Diana Walters from E! News. Don't worry, I've done all the research necessary—I know exactly what to say. I won't make you look bad. I'm so excited." I plastered a smile on my face. "That's fantastic," I managed through gritted teeth. Luanne was too busy basking in her vainness and twirling a strand of her (my) blonde wig to notice my strain. I preferred it that way. "Well, you'd better go, I'm sure Daddy and Jackson will be home in a sec." Luanne nodded importantly. "Of course. I just checked into a hotel across the way. I hope it's alright that I used my celebrity advantage. I'm broke," she confessed. I smiled and told the biggest lie I'd probably ever told: "Of course. When you're famous like us, you can get and do whatever you want. Rules and restrictions? Only guidelines." Luanne seemed satisfied with this and she left contentedly. I sighed and collapsed onto my bed. I fell asleep after a few minutes of lying there, worrying.
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The next morning I woke up (I had slept a lot!) and I crept downstairs, not prepared for what I'd see. I (surprisingly) saw Lily talking with a very irritable and drowsy Jackson. Lily turned around, saw me coming, and smiled largely. "Remember that problem you were having trouble solving in math the other day?" she asked me. I nodded, thinking she meant the equivalent ratio. "Well, I have the solution for it." I stared at her blankly. We'd already figured the problem out, hadn't we? Lily frowned, sensing my confusing. "You know, Miles, that one problem with line segment L always interfering with line M, H?" she asked, emphasizing on the L, M, and H. It took me a second, but her coded message suddenly occurred to me. Line segment L was the problem, Luanne, and she was always interfering with M and H, which meant Miley and Hannah! I nodded eagerly. "Oh, of course! I really need to figure that out." I shot a quick glance at Jackson. He showed no interest.
Lily and I hopped up the stairs to my room and I securely locked the door. "What's the plan?" Lily smiled and spread out a poster board on my bed. "This."
A/N: CLIFFHANGER!