Disclaimer: Me? Own Hannah Montana? Psh…

Miley's POV

"Dad!" I screamed. "Where is my Hannah wig?" I was searching so furiously, I knew my dad would ground me for the mess in the Hannah closet.

"Bud, you have no concert today! Why on earth would you need it?" I heard him answer. Whoops. I forgot to tell him about telling Josh and Michelle.

"I'm uh." I didn't know how to say it. "Fine daddy I'll tell you" I shouted from upstairs. Then I made my way downstairs so I could tell him. I sat on the couch, right next to him. "Daddy, I wanna tell Michelle and Josh." I paused, waiting for a reply.

"Well, you're Hannah," My dad said. "You make most of the decisions."

"Great," I exclaimed. "Now where's my wig?" Then I moved around a little and got up. "There it is!" I said pointing to it. I was sitting on it, Along with my dad's hand. I quickly grabbed it and ran up to the Hannah closet, where I fastened the wig onto my head so I could still take it off. I kept the clothes I was wearing on. I heard our doorbell right on time.

I went downstairs to see it was just Lola.

"Yola, its LOLA!" She yelled. Today it was the blue wig that she was wearing. The wig I got her for her birthday. Lilly, I mean Lola, was also wearing the same clothes as earlier. I watched her as she automatically made herself at home, raiding our fridge. Then I heard the doorbell, again, suspecting it would probably be Oliver.

"Bud, could you answer that?" My dad yelled from his room. I did just so. When I opened the door Michelle and Josh were standing right there, mouths open, and eyes open. Wide.

"You're… You're… You're…"

"Just spit it out already!" I said looking at my confused friends.

"Hannah Montana," Josh finished for Michelle.

"We have the wrong address," Michelle stated plainly as she walked outside to check the address. "No we don't" She came back in with a confused look on her face, followed by Josh who was practically drooling. I mean, come on. Who doesn't like Hannah Montana?

Michelle came up to me and examined my face more closely, just as my dad came down. "Miley, is this girl harassing you?" He asked.

"No Daddy." I answered. I watched as Michelle looked at me, and then my dad.

"Miley?" Michelle asked. I pulled off my wig.

"I'm Hannah Montana," I said. I knew this was a good idea. Then I remembered Lilly. "Lola, show your face!"

"But my burrito isn't done," She whined.

"No chocolate fountain at the next party if you don't…" I was cut off by Lilly saying, "I'm Lilly Luftnagle. I mean Lola Luftnagle. I mean Lola Truscott. I MEAN LILLY TRUSCOTT!" She pulled off her wig revealing her blonde hair.

"So basically," Michelle said, "This whole time I knew you, you were lying to me? Lying about where you were going, about who you were going with, but worse of all, your identity?"

I didn't know how to respond to that. I mean, Josh didn't look like he cared. I looked at my dad for advice but all he could do was shrug his shoulders and mouth, "She'll get over it."

Thanks dad.