For a change, Lily was the one leading the way and waving to fans as Hannah Montana with Miley as Lola in the green wig following behind her and pretending to be a groupie. It was a few quick kisses from Lily as Hannah to the crowd and she stopped to bake in the admiration as Miley became tired of her hamming it up and shoved her first into the limo. Behind them, Robby Ray was bringing up the rear with a large object in the shape of a body wrapped up in a rug. Roxy was keeping the body covered to hide any thoughts of bodies passing out at Hannah concerts. Pounding the top of the vehicle was the sign for the chauffeur to drive away to escape the fans and then reach another limo to escape and confuse the reporters in an underground garage to switch limos again and haul Jesse's unconscious body with them along the way. The usual process was then to head home, but with Jesse with them, the plan was changed for tonight. A side route to Jesse's house, Miley freaked as Jesse started waking up. Lily didn't give her enough time to get out and kicked her through the door and swung it shut behind her. For all intents and purposes with Miley outside the vehicle, it looked as if Lily dressed as Hannah Montana was alone with Jesse.

"Where am I…" Jesse started waking up and Lily took a deep breath for Miley's sake. "What happened?" He recognized Lily in the Hannah wig. "Lily?"

"You guessed my secret." She claimed with a goofy untruthful grin trying her best to be an actress for Miley's sake.

"What?" Jesse tugged off her wig. "No, no… You were Miley. I saw Miley."

"Miley as Hannah Montana?!!!" Lily scoffed at that notion. "Miley can't carry a note in a bucket!" Someone thumped the side of the limo for that offense. Jesse turned to see who it was as Lily pulled him back to her.

"I'm not Hannah either…" Lily confessed for a bigger lie. "I'm a Hannah impersonator; I get hired when the real Hannah gets sick. She got laryngitis. I lip-sync her for concerts she can't make."

"It was you in the picture with Miley?"

"No…" Lily was saying the things Robby Ray had told her to say. "I took that picture of Miley and Hannah. You can't tell anyone I'm a Hannah-impersonator. I could lose my job if you did…"

"Wait a second…" Jesse realized this scenario wasn't fitting in with what he had guessed. It all sounded logical, but then, why was the Hannah in the picture wearing Lily's necklace? Could there be two necklaces like the one he gave Lily? "I'm getting confused here, wait…"

"I love you." Lily spoke from her heart.

"I love you too." Jesse tipped her head up and pressed his lips to her. She gasped a moment as his hand caressed the side of her face, and they beamed to each other in love.

"I brought you home." She whispered under her breath. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow in school."

"As will I…" Jesse answered her. "Wait till we tell Miley I dreamed she was Hannah Montana." He was already chuckling over it.

"Yeah," Lily rolled her eyes. "She'll freak…" She realized a truth she could never tell.

"Love you." Jesse kissed her again and opened the door to slip out. As he stepped out, Miley had squirreled herself around the back of the vehicle and in through the other back door of the limo. For all intents and purposes, Miley had avoided being seen, and from Jesse's perspective, he had just been dropped off by his girlfriend and Miley Stewart was no where to be seen. He waved to Lily through the tinted window as the chauffeur pulled away. Watching his love drive away, Jesse turned to the large two-story Mediterranean manor that was his home. The front walkway took him under an arch to a small garden filling the small veranda before the front door. He unlocked and locked back again the left side of the double doors into the foyer. He gazed up to the kitchen in the back where his mother was standing in her robe sipping her evening hot chocolate. She was trying to quit drinking coffee.

"How was the concert, baby…" She asked him in her Manchester accent. A recording agent from London to New York then Nashville and now Malibu, she was better off than many single mothers.

"It was better than I thought!" Jesse lit up.

"That's good." He leaned over and kissed him. "Did you get your interview with Hannah…" She turned to pick up her drink ready to talk to her son and instead watched him rushing up to his room without her, listening instead to him pounding away over her head. There were noises of his shoes hitting the floor and then the toilet seat being dropped. His clothes would be littering the floor from the bathroom to his room in seconds.

Slipping into his nightly rituals, Jesse hung his jacket on a coat rack near his bedroom door to empty his pockets of money, items of interest and other junk. He had found the Bicentennial quarter in change from the soda machine at school. Noticing his tape recorder had recorded to the end, he rewound it and slipped into his bathroom to brush his teeth. Pulling off his Hannah shirt, he tossed it over his computer chair and prepared his toothbrush, but first, he stopped his recorder as far as it had rewound and pushed PLAY before returning to the bathroom.

"….have a real name?" His voice came from the device.

"Why would you ask that?" Hannah's voice responded from the tape.

"Oh… because some stars like Sting or Cher tend to change their names or like you, Lily Trus…." There was background noise on the tape then a shrill scream. "Miley?????!!!!!" His voice cried out from the device. The recording finally got his attention. A toothbrush hanging from his mouth, he rushed to his desk to focus on the tape. It hadn't been a dream; it had been real!! All at once, everything Lily had told him in the limo turned out to be an obvious fabrication, but why would Lily lie to him about it? Was it all to cover up for Miley? Where was Miley during the whole limo ride? On the tape, he heard himself hitting the floor in the dressing room and realized for the first time he was hearing them talking about stuff he'd never heard during the time he was out cold. He rubbed the back of his head wondering if Lily had knocked him cold when he wasn't watching.

"Oh my god!!! He thought I was Hannah?" Lily's voice on the tape was upset.

"I did. I really did…" Jesse was getting excited to realize his recorder had been left running to bust this massive secret wide open for him.

"Lily, he pulled my wig off! He knows I'm Hannah. He's the worst possible person to have figured it out. That creep's going to tell everyone in school!"

"What?" Jesse realized how she thought of him.

"Hey, that creep's my boyfriend!" At least, Lily's voice from the tape revealed she still loved him

"What am I going to do? My secret is out." Miley answered again from the machine.

"Wait a second…." Lily replied on the tape. There was a brief thud of something hitting the floor and the rustling noise of his recorder being handled. "Uhhh…. I got nothing…" Lily's voice replied before the sound of a door opening and the vague voice of another person from the other side of the room.

"He jerked my wig off!" Miley's voice was more than angry. She was ticked off. "He thought Lily was Hannah Montana!!!"

"Well, I never expected that outcome!" That was the voice of Miley's father!!! Was he involved in this too?

"What kind of magic trick do you have to fix this? I hope it involves hypnotism cause that's the only thing that's going to work!!" Miley screamed from the recording. Jesse hit REWIND to hear the whole thing again.

"….he pulled my wig off! He knows I'm Hannah. He's the worst possible person to have figured it out. That creep's going to tell everyone in school!"

Jesse hit REWIND again.

"….he pulled my wig off! He knows I'm Hannah. He's the worst possible person to have figured it out. That creep's going to tell everyone in school!"

He hit it again.

"….he pulled my wig off! He knows I'm Hannah. He's the worst possible person to have figured it out. That creep's going to tell everyone in school!"

He hit REWIND again and again and again….

"….Worst possible person to have figured it out. ….Worst possible person to have figured it out. ….Worst possible person to have figured it out….."

Clad in his underwear and t-shirt, Jesse dropped to the floor and sat against his chest of drawers listing to his tape. His ego was crushed, his personality deflated. This was the biggest thing in the world to come to him, and he didn't know what to do with it. If he sold it to the tabloids, it would ruin Miley, and Lily would never have another thing to do with him. She had helped Miley cover it up. The tape could make him rich beyond his means, but if he went through with it, he'd lose the first girl he had every loved, but did he want to stay with a girl who had lied to him for her best friend? What should he do? He rewound the tape over and over, searching for an answer to his dilemma...

"….Worst possible person," Miley's voice repeated from his tape recorder. "….Worst possible person, ….Worst possible person, ….Worst possible person," He listened to it over and over and over and over again….

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