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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Hannah Montana, or the Jonas Brothers. (Although I wish I owned Frankie…) I also don't own ANY familiar names that may be mentioned.
The Jonas' didn't know who Miley was. She kept to herself around them, fearful that they would recognize her as Hannah. It was extremely unfortunate for me that they decided to move next door. Well, it wasn't unfortunate, except for the fact that they had decided to bring Nick with them. I had to really focus whenever I talked to Joe or Kevin, to make sure I didn't slip anything.
I couldn't even call Miley by her name. After much thought, and a few arguments with Jackson, Miley exclaimed, "That's it! Call me Jackie!" So that's what I have to say whenever Joe asked me where I had been. At "Jackie's." It would save me so much trouble if I just said, "Oliver's," but I had never considered it before.
I hate those times when my brain stops working.
Ohsnap!
I was sitting in Miley's living room, quietly grumbling about how Miley loved plotting on ruining my life. The fiend was currently in her kitchen, on the phone with Nick, as "Hannah." I glared at her as she paced, laughing every so often.
"Yeah, I was thinking of bringing Lola," she said. "Luftnagle. Uh, right, 'grape head,' as Joe so lovingly puts it." At this, she grinned over at me. I promptly stuck out my tongue and folded my arms across my chest. Miley rolled her eyes slightly and returned to the conversation.
"Okay, thanks Nick, see you tomorrow!" With that, she hung up the phone. She walked towards me and sat down on the couch. Focusing her gaze on me, she waited me to say something. Might as well entertain the notion.
"Hey," I said casually.
"You know, when we're on tour, you have to be nice to Nick," she said. I scoffed.
"Nice? No," I said. "Civil? Maybe."
"Lilly, he thinks that Lola is all good with him," Miley said. "If you use your sarcasm, he'll know it's you. If he discovers your secret, BAM! He discovers mine."
I groaned. I couldn't blow Miley's secret, no matter how torturous this was going to be. This was going to be incredibly hard, taunting Nick Jonas was my major source of happiness. But, this tour (and her secret) was really important to Miley, so I made my decision. I'd bite my tongue. At least until I couldn't handle it anymore, in which case I'd simply throttle Nick.
"Fine," I huffed. Miley squealed.
"Oh, thank you, Lilly!" she said, collapsing my lungs in a bear hug. "You're the best friend I could ever ask for! This means so much to me!"
I smiled. I suppose this is why I do good things. I like seeing people happy.
Except Nick Jonas, but that's another matter completely.
"So, how long must this last?" I asked.
"Three months," Miley answered. I swallowed a rising groan, and let out a strangled little laugh. "Don't worry, Lilly, since Nick thinks he and Lola are friends, then he should be nice."
"I suppose," I said. "But, oh man, Miley…Lola has like ten different wigs and styles. What am I going to do for three months? The Jonas' will know that my wigs are wigs if I changed them daily."
"Hmm, leave it to me," Miley said. "Lola will have a complete makeover."
"You're gonna make me wear Hollister, aren't you?" I sighed, reading Miley's mind. It would be the exact opposite of Lilly and Lola, which would throw the Jonas' off my trail.
"Uhm, I was thinking of doing that," Miley said. "I mean, Lilly's got this cool skater style. Lola's got this crazy, rocky, punk style. If we changed the style, you'll be like, seriously disguised. I mean, I know Nick, Joe, and Kevin wouldn't expect Lilly to wear all of that kind of stuff. It'll throw them off."
See what I mean? It's like we shared the same brain. Well, sometimes at least. I'd never submit Miley to this form of torture, if I were in her shoes. Ooh, speaking of her shoes, they were seriously cute. Oh God, no, I'm turning into her.
"Well, what about my wig?" I asked. "We can't have it in a weird color, we can't have it blonde, and I don't think brown would be too great."
"That leaves black," Miley said. "That's a great idea, Lilly! We can just say that Lola decided to start fresh and so she dyed her hair black. Besides, it'll look stunning with your eyes."
"Oh, jeez, my eyes!" I shrieked, jumping up. "Miley, I need colored contacts!"
"What?" she asked, startled. "Why?"
"Joe knows my eyes, Miley," I said, beginning to pace. "Remember back before Oliver knew you were Hannah? And you were so worried that at the CD signing he'd look into your eyes and know it was you? Well, that's what it is with Joe! Miles, he talks about my eyes constantly."
"Ooh," Miley giggled. "Are you trying to get me to start thinking you like Joe, too? Oh, Lilly, pick a Jonas, already!"
"Miley!" I snapped. "I don't like Nick! And yeah, fine, I like Joe."
Miley sat straight up. Her blue eyes grew five sizes larger and her mouth dropped open. I was getting a little worried; it kinda looked like she wasn't breathing. I did not need to be the one responsible for killing Hannah Montana.
"You little sneak!" she cried about thirty seconds later. I thought she was angry, until I saw the huge grin forming on her face. "Why didn't you tell me you were in love with Joe?"
"I'm not in love with Joe!" I said, smiling a little. "I just like him a bit."
"How much is 'a bit'?" Miley asked. I shrugged. "Do you think about him a lot?"
"A fair amount, I guess."
"Whenever he's around, do you smile and laugh a lot?"
"Do you not know Joe Jonas? He's a goofball, so of course I do."
"Have you ever found yourself staring at him?"
"Possibly once or twice."
"It's official," Miley grinned. "You got it bad for Danger Jonas." I stuck out my tongue playfully and laughed.
"So does this knock off your insane idea that I'm 'pining' after Nick?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Nope!" Miley said. I gave her a weird look.
"But I like Joe, so how can I possibly like Nick?" I asked. "Which I absolutely do not!"
"Look, this is how it's gonna go," Miley said. "You and Joe will definitely have something. But overall, you and Nick are meant to be."
"You're insane," I scoffed.
"I'm a genius," Miley corrected. "But, what color contacts do you want for Lola?" Woah, I had almost completely forgotten about our planning.
We got off topic a lot. This may be a contribution from our best friend ADD. But only maybe.
"I dunno," I shrugged.
"Green?" Miley asked. I laughed.
"I don't wanna be a female Harry Potter," I said. "Even though Daniel Radcliffe is hottt."
"I like Rupert Grint better," Miley said. "What about brown?"
"I guess that could work," I said. "Come on, let's go to America's Best."
"Nuh-uh," Miley said. "We need these contacts by tomorrow. We're gonna use my special Hannah Hotline!" She whipped out her phone and dialed in a number.
It ended up that I wasn't getting brown contacts. Miley had whoever she was talking to list the colors of contacts available, and she chose a deeper blue color. She hurriedly stuffed her hair in her wig just when the doorbell rang, not even twenty minutes later. She answered the door, smiling, and took the contacts.
"Woah, that was fast," I said, as I caught the box.
"Yep, they don't call it 'Speedy Delivery' just cuz the guy who owns it is named Speedy," Miley said, ripping off the wig. "Look, Lilly, go home and grab the stuff that isn't clothes, shoes, or makeup."
"What does that leave for me to grab?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Uhm, underwear!" Miley said. I giggled. "Just grab stuff like that, say adios to your mama, and get your butt back here for the sleepover!"
"Don't worry, Miley," I said, already heading towards the door. "I'll be back faster then you can spell 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'!"
"Uh, Lilly, I don't know how—" Miley started, but I was halfway down the driveway by then. "…is that even a word?!" I smiled to myself, and continued my walk home.
Three months in an itchy wig, irritating contacts, and the insufferable Nick Jonas.
Karma had better be baking me a big batch of cookies for this.
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