AN: Quick update :) I've wrote pretty much all of this fanfic so I thought I'd upload as much as possible. Just got the final scenes to write but writer's block is a pain. Enjoy x

I was in the seats of the arena yet again. The music Miley and Russian-guy were rehearsing to was way too loud and I could barely concentrate on the words in front of me. I'd taken to bringing a book with me when Miley rehearsed. I didn't mind coming with her and waiting for her to finish but seeing the same routine over and over really did numb the mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see each move as clear as if my eyes were open. It was so embedded in my mind that I actually dreamed of the routine. That's how many times I'd seen it.

The track came to an end and the two skaters had glided gracefully into their ending position; with foreheads touching, looking into each other's eyes whilst Miley's arms were around his shoulders and his around her waist. Tosser. Despite my absolute loathing towards him, I was so insanely jealous of him right now.

"Can we just run through that again?"

"Hannah, we've gone through this a million times and you've done it perfectly each time," protested the Russian.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous with it being the final tonight, and this being the last chance for us to rehearse,"

"Okay fine, but can we at least get something to eat first,"

"Sure. But we'll have to hurry so we don't loose rehearsal time," she told him as she skated to the side of the arena, pulling off her skates as she stepped onto non-frozen ground for the first time in what seemed like hours and hours. "Li- uh Lola, we're going to get something to eat. You coming?"

"Uh, no thanks I'm alright," I told her, I was not going to spend any more time in the same room as that Russian paedophile than was necessary.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go on. I'll be fine here,"

"Okay then, see you in a bit,"

"See you." As she disappeared with the Russian, I sighed. Finally, some peace. I set my book down and slouched in my seat, savouring these moments of relaxation before more rehearsing ensued. Don't get me wrong, it is the most amazing performance I'd seen her do so far. The song, the moves, everything was perfectly matched and really romantic. There was only one thing wrong with it – the Russian!

A scream echoed around the arena. I sprang to my feet and ran towards the sound. I exited the arena and descended the stairs to find Miley kneeling beside the Russian guy who was out cold on the floor; his knee bent the opposite way. Oh god.

"Miley, what happened? Tell me what happened," I asked anxiously as I looked down the corridors for help. Nothing.

"He… he…" she tried to say between her sobs, "and I…I pushed him,"

"What? You pushed him?" I asked, completely shocked.

"He felt my arse and he... he tried to kiss me so I… shoved him away and he tripped and fell," she stammered. I saw someone coming down the corridor.

"Just say he fell Miley, much less complicated that way," I told her. If she said the truth, then I'd be happy to see him punished for his actions but I didn't want Miley getting into shit for pushing him, albeit in self-defence. She nodded.

"What's happened? Someone call an ambulance," called the guy who'd been running down the corridor. More were joining him, crowding around the Russian with the broken leg. I think Miley went into shock as she kept repeating 'he fell, he just fell, he fell' over and over. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me. She sobbed into my chest as we heard the siren of an ambulance approaching.

***

"I'm sorry Hannah, but he's in a really bad way. His knee is shattered and he's in a lot of pain. And it's too short notice to get you a new partner," Jayne Torvill told Miley, with Chris Dean loyally by her side.

"Oh my god,"

"I'm sorry but there's no way that you can continue to compete, there's simply no way we can get you a replacement dancer,"

I watched as I saw that single tear roll down Miley's face from across the room. The A&E waiting room was empty and their voices carried across the room to where I was sat.

"I'll dance with her," I said getting to my feet, in a very High School Musical Troy Bolton fashion. They all turned to face me.

"And you are?" asked Jayne Torvill. Okay, now I no longer liked her. I'm the purple-haired girl who's been with your star-skater every single day!

"Lola. Miley's best friend," I told her. Ring any bells?

"Can you even skate?" she asked. I may wear different coloured wigs but I do have a brain underneath, of course I can skate!

"Yes. I've been skating for as long as I can remember. Won competitions too,"

"You never told me," Miley said, taking a step closer to me.

"I used to skate with Oliver. We'd come first in loads of competitions but being a boy he gave it up because he though people would think he was gay. I never stopped skating though," I told her.

"There isn't time for a novice to learn Hannah's routine. There's less than an hour before the final performance,"

"I'm not a novice. I know the routine. I can do it," I argued.

"Really?" Miley asked, her voice showing she was unsure about this. I placed my hand on her shoulder and as I spoke I ran my hand down her arm to grasp her hand.

"Really. Trust me, I can do this,"

***

"Lilly, I'm still not sure about this,"

"Miley, I told you to trust me. Just forget it's me, just concentrate on what you have to do and I'll do the rest,"

"But the lifts-"she started but I cut her off.

"I can do it. Miley, trust me,"

"Okay…" she said, obviously still unsure. I pulled at the tight Lycra outfit which I'd been forced to wear. "Lilly, stop fidgeting with that. You look amazing,"

"Really?" I asked, trying to stop the blood rushing to my face. She nodded. Miley thinks I look 'amazing'. "I don't understand why I can't do it in jeans though," I muttered and she smiled at me.

***

"Now for our second finalist. Unfortunately just hours ago, Hannah Montana's partner suffered a horrific knee injury and is unable to compete. No professional replacements were available but Lola Luftnagle, Montana's best friend has stepped up. The pair haven't had any rehearsal time whatsoever. So let's give it up for Hannah Montana and Lola Luftnagle," announced Phillip and the crowd erupted in applause. Here goes.

We skated out into the rink, and once in the centre we bowed to both the audience and the Ice Panel of judges. We knelt into our starting position which began as the required element of bolero, the famous Torvill and Dean performance. I took a deep breath and smiled at Miley. She looked pretty terrified to be totally honest.

"Trust me," I whispered as the music began and the lights dimmed to a dull bluish colour. She nodded and the first lyrics of her own single, 'When You Look at Me', came to life and we leant back with our arms outstretched, rotating in the bolero move. Placing my hands on her waist I twisted her in the over-the-shoulder lift and onto her feet. Skating around solo for several seconds, she returned to where I was still knelt and I gracefully ascended and pulled her to me in the next move. That was the only part of the routine where we weren't touching, for the rest of the performance, my hands were on her; this had both a good and bad side as I got to touch her but touching her made me nervous. We glided around the corner of the ice rink, building up speed. I was positioned just behind her, out arms outstretched with my left over her left, and my chest pressed into her back. I remembered every move of the routine I'd never performed perfectly, and was able to support her as I lifted her into the air, one hand on her skate between the boot and the blade and another in the small of her back. I was looking forward as I did this but I knew her head would be arched back and her arms outstretched in a very Titanic fashion. I felt Miley tense beneath my hand and immediately knew she was nervous about this next move. She obviously doesn't trust me; I'll show her. I heard my cue in the song lyrics 'don't you know you're beautiful,' and I bent my knees and tossed Miley into the air in a spin before catching her in my outstretched arms easily, not faltering as I set her back down on her skates. The audience roared with cheers and applause but I hardly heard them as all my senses were directed to the girl skating with me. My chest, again, was pressed against her back, my hand across her stomach in preparation for the next lift and as my fingers trailed across the thin Lycra of her costume, I felt more than heard her sharp intake of breath. I swear she could feel my racing heart on her back as it was beating so damn hard. Concentrate Lilly.

All too soon the song came to an end and we glided into the finishing position as Hannah's track echoed throughout the arena 'you appear just like a dream to me'. Miley's arms were around my neck, mine were around her waist. We were both breathing heavily as we stared into each other's eyes, our foreheads touching as our breathing mixed in the small space between our mouths. I saw what I thought was desire in her eyes but I knew it was probably just my imagination. It was then that I realised how small that gap between our mouths really was; it couldn't be more than two inches or so… it would be so easy just to reach forward slightly and –

The arena burst into deafening applause, bringing us both out of the trance we were in. I stood first and offered Miley my hand which she took, never taking her eyes off of me. We skated over to where Torvill, Dean and Phillip Schofield were stood. I glanced around at the audience and saw they were all standing. A standing ovation? Was it really that good? Wow.

"Well I think I speak for everyone here when I say, that was bloody amazing!" said Phillip to which the crowd applauded. "Hannah Montana and Lola Luftnagle everyone," More applause. "Let's go over to the Ice Panel,"

I watched as each judge, even Jason, flashed a 6.0 onto the screen. Oh my god! More applause echoed around the studio.

"All sixes! That's a total of thirty for the leader board. Let's hear the judge's comments," continued Phillip.

"That performance really took my breath away. It was so sensual. Really well done!" said Karen.

"I completely agree, it was breathtaking to watch you guys. Your lines were perfect and the routine was flawless. I can only imagine what it would have looked like if you'd rehearsed," said the one and only Baby Spice.

"I think if they'd rehearsed, we wouldn't be able to show the performance on TV," laughed Jason. I was confused, as were the other judges, "That was more than sensual and with practice I think it would have been taken a step further, the connection between you both seemed so obvious,"

I felt heat rise to my face. Oh god – I'd been sussed. Don't blush Lilly, you'll make it obvious. Don't blush. Don't. Blush.

"I don't care what was going on; all I know is that it was bloody amazing. I reckon we could pit them against Torvill and Dean," Nicky laughed. I glanced over at Jayne and Chris and saw Jayne throw daggers at me so I quickly looked away. The audience were clapping and laughing along throughout.

"The voting lines are now open to vote for your winner, the numbers are on your screen now. You don't have long to vote so dial now. Will it be our Corrie star or our popstar? Find out after the break," Phillip told the camera.

"And… cut," said a producer guy and I saw the 'on air' sign flick off. Knowing that my actions were no longer on camera, I panicked. I raced across the ice and to the dressing room they'd given me at the last minute, slamming the door behind me. I pulled off the skates so that I could walk properly over to the chair in front of the mirror. I stared at the girl in the mirror; her face was flushed and her eyes had tears in them. Don't. Fucking. Cry.

I pulled at the purple wig which had been so securely fixed to my head. I winced as it pulled at the blonde underneath; once it was off I tossed it into the corner, and dropped my head into my hands, letting the tears fall. Just then there was heavy knocking at the door.

"Go away," I half-shouted towards the door.

"It's me," I heard them say at the other side of the door. I knew exactly who it was. I also knew that she'd come in anyway, so I didn't say anything but instead wiped the stupid, fucking tears from my eyes. The door opened and in walked Miley. She shut the door behind her and locked it. There was a lock on it? Why didn't I know this? I looked up from the lock on the door to find her staring at me.

"What the fuck was that? What just happened out there?" Her tone was soft but forceful. She wasn't going to let me dismiss anything. Fuck. And she swore! Miley never swore.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, not knowing what I was actually apologising for. I stared at the floor, unable to keep my gaze. I noticed she'd taken her skates off too. I expected for her to continue but when she didn't, I looked up at her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking and that made me nervous. Had she figured me out? Did she hate me? Oh please don't hate me!

"Miley, I'm sorry but I can't help it," I blabbed.

"Can't help what?" she asked, stepping closer.

"I…I…" I paused and took a deep breath. Just jump Lilly. Just tell her, "I think… you're beautiful… and I'm really attracted to you and I know that you think of us as just friends and that's cool but… I can't help it," I paused again slightly, "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you,"

For a painstakingly long moment, Miley just stared at me as if she couldn't quite believe what I'd just said. Then I saw her lips twitch, as if she was repressing a smile then she practically launched herself at me. Her lips crashed into mine, her hands in my hair. Miley was kissing me. It took me a second or two to get over the shock of that revelation before I melted into her touch. I marvelled at how soft her lips were, so soft that I could kiss them forever if oxygen wasn't an issue. I moaned softly as I felt her hands slip down from my neck down to my hips; tracing patterns as they made their way.

"You have no idea how long I've wait to do that," she breathed as she rested her forehead on mine, breathing heavily, much like the end of our routine. "Too long," she whispered before capturing my lips again to continue their heated dance. I placed my free hand on the small of her back and then let it fall lower. I felt her moan into the kiss and I grew more confident so I put my other hand there too, lifting her slightly so she was closer to me and I felt her grin.

There was a very loud knock on the door then someone tried to get in. Thank god the door was locked or they would have caught us in a rather compromising position.

"Miss Montana? Miss Luftnagle? We need you on the stage now," they told us through the door.

***

AN: Damn the dude knocking on the door :P Lilly's finally got her girl and it seems Miley has too. Nawww :) BTW Some of you may notice Lilly's little confesion is rather similar to Cassidy's little speech to Erica in Being Erica. It's the only episode of Being Erica I've ever seen and I love it so much - shame they only reached 'almost-couple' status. I altered the wording slightly but it's pretty much the same; I just fell in love with the script from that episode. Love to all who read this and stay tuned x