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Chapter 14
Miley's POV
Lilly and I sat on the warm sand looking at some sketches of the costumes. Jake had especially sent them over for us so we could approve them. We wouldn't want them to look too close to our secret identities.
"Hey," Lilly said, "Let's get some smoothies."
"Okay," I replied.
We got our smoothies. I could tell Lilly only wanted one so she could flirt with Jackson. It didn't get any grosser than that.
I went back to the sand, and changed a few things to the sketches. Then I took out the script, and started memorizing it. Lilly came and we decided to go to my house and rehearse. Jackson walked with us, I mean Lilly. Michelle and Josh met us along the way. Oliver was already there.
"People, we're rehearsing!" I screamed when we walked into the door.
"Don't we need the zombie slayer himself?" Lilly asked.
"No," I replied. "Everybody grab a script." I threw highlighters at everyone, to have them highlight their part.
We rehearsed for hours. When I was sure it was almost perfect, we stopped.
"Beach time!" I exclaimed as everyone got into their bathing suits and headed to the beach.
At the beach, we saw Jake. I went up to him and asked, "Did you memorize your lines yet?"
"Was I supposed to?"
"Jake, you're a big star; you should know that you need to memorize your lines!"
"Yeah, but since I am a big star, I know how to memorize at the last minute!"
"Jake…" I rolled my eyes, and we all went boogie boarding until we felt as though we were going to die. It was fun and all, but painful at the same time. I mean, those shells hurt!
"So, studio tomorrow?"
"Yep," Jake said.
We all went our separate ways and went home.
"Daddy," I said, "I'm home!"
"Hey, bud!"
I went upstairs to find my dad in the Hannah closet putting away newly arrived clothes from Hannah's costume designer.
"The shoot's tomorrow," I said, sighing.
"That's right. What time do you need to be there?"
"Well Hannah needs to be there at 2, and Miley needs to be there at 4."
On that note, my dad nodded, and I sat down, too excited to move.
I know, it sucks, but I need something new.