Disclaimer: If you guys think I'm going to keep admitting that I don't own Hannah Montana, you're right. I kind of have to. (

By the way, I can't get I Got Nerve or I Learned from you out of my head. I'm also eating Chex mix right now. Just thought you should know.

I don't own those either.

Sorry I haven't updated, but I've been really busy.

Chapter 10

Miley's POV

After that concert, it seemed like Michelle was never at her own house anymore. Soon we'd be recording a couple of songs for my upcoming CD. Mr. Milano wasn't quite happy with that. He would always call and ask Michelle to come home, but my dad would always insist that she stayed. A couple of times we had to invite Mr. Milano to dinner because he missed Michelle too much.

I haven't seen Lilly or Oliver as much as I used to either. They still come over all the time, but it doesn't feel like enough. When Lilly does come over, she usually hangs out with Jackson. They're practically a couple now! It kind of sickens me knowing that he's my brother, and she's my best friend.

I haven't been feeling that great the past 12 hours. I might've got what Jackson had, but I think I just feel sick because they're together. Well, they are kind of cute together… What am I saying? I am delusional.

Whatever, I'm not sick. Besides, I have a concert tonight, so I can't be sick.

That's what I was thinking the other night. Turns out, I was sick. And the concert just added to it.

Michelle and I ran out on stage, ready to sing. We sang a couple of songs before I sang alone. I was feeling so fatigue while I sang and I could tell that it was not my best concert. Finally it was over, and I was so tired, that I basically passed out. Right there, on the floor. The worst part of it all is that I didn't even make it off stage. Right away my dad noticed that there was something wrong. I woke up to the smell of pancakes and something cold on my head.

I turned on the television in hopes of something good being on. My TV was automatically on the entertainment channel. That's when I saw the picture of me, Hannah Montana, lying on the stage. I was furious. Then I paused the TV. You could see a little bit of brown hair. I wasn't so delusional that I wouldn't be able to find a way out this, though. Hannah's getting highlights!

I decided to tell my dad this, so I trudged down the steps, slowly. I was still really tired, but I was feeling a little bit better.

"Mornin' Bud," Dad said as he put a plate in front of me as I sat down at the counter. I took a look at the pancakes and made a face. I could tell that soon my stomach wouldn't be too happy if I ate those pancakes.

"Don't tell me my new recipe for double chocolaty chip pancakes look that bad!" he exclaimed. I made another face, and decided to just tell him.

"Dad."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. How would you feel if Hannah got brown highlights?" I asked.

"Let me guess, you could see some brown hair on that picture of you lying on the stage?"

"Correct."

"I saw the news, Bud. I'm fine with it. I'll call to get a new wig, of to highlight the old one today."

"Thanks dad." I replied and then went to the bathroom. That was after taking a bite of the pancakes.

There you go; I hoped you liked it because that was the last chapter!

Just kidding. More to come!