A/N: You guys are too good to me. But that's a good thing. I hope you enjoy!
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Fifteen minutes later, I returned to Miley's house. I found her sitting on her couch, eyebrows furrowed, mumbling.
"S…U…P…E…R…"
"Miley, I wasn't serious," I said, grinning. She looked up, and smiled.
"Well, I didn't have anything better to do," she told me. She surveyed the contents I had in my backpack and nodded. "Alright, good. Now, let's go get Lola packed!" Gripping my hand, she dragged me up the steps to her bedroom. Once we were in it, she grabbed bags and bags from Hollister.
"It looks to me like you were planning this," I said, watching her put everything into suitcases. Her own suitcases were stacked neatly in the corner of her bedroom.
"Oh, I was," Miley admitted to me. Once she finished packing clothes, makeups, and shoes, she shoved the stuff I brought over in a smaller suitcase. "Now, let's try on Lola's new face!" I gave her a strange look, but shrugged and sat on her bed. I took out my normal contacts and blinked a few times.
I am as blind as a bat. Carefully, I inserted the colored contacts and my vision was restored. I looked at Miley and she grinned.
"They are really pretty, Lilly," she said. "Ready to see your wig?"
I nodded. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a black wig. It was awesome. When she put it on me, it fell to my midback.
"I think I might cut it and style it," Miley said. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her dresser and worked quickly. I sat there, humming.
"This is boring," I burst.
"So let's talk about something," Miley said. A grin formed. "Better yet, let's call Nick!"
"WHAT?" I said, almost slicing my cheek on Miley's scissors. She pulled out her phone and dialed his number. I crossed my arms and glowered at the phone, which Miley put on speaker.
"Hey, Hannah," Nick said.
"Hey, Nick, what's up?" Miley asked.
"Not much, just playing some guitar," he replied. "I'm really bored." Oh, poor you. Go entertain yourself by falling off a cliff.
"Yeah, me too. Lola's here," Miley said.
"Oh, cool. Tell her I say hi."
"You're actually on speakerphone."
"Oh," Nick said. Dumbass. "Hey, Lola!" I grimaced and flipped the phone off. Miley punched me lightly.
"Hey, Nick," I said, forcing out every syllable.
"I'm really looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow," Nick said. "I missed you."
"Oh, ditto," I lied.
"I'm currently dying Lola's hair," Miley said. "A lot of damage from dying it so often, you know?"
"So what are you doing to it?" Nick asked.
"We put in some restoring stuff," Miley fabricated this part. "And I've dyed it black."
"Ooh, sounds amazing," Nick said. I rolled my eyes.
"It will be," Miley agreed.
"Look, Nick, I don't want to cut our conversation short," I said, actually wanting it to be cut short very much. "But we're sort of busy."
"It's cool," Nick said. "Nice talking to you two. See ya tomorrow." I quickly hung up the phone and glared at Miley.
"I hate you," I said.
"No, you don't," Miley smirked.
"I hate it when you're right," I sighed. Miley and I looked at each other and laughed.
OhSnap!
Miley woke me up at a time that I didn't know existed. The suitcases were gone, apparently already on Hannah's tour bus. The bus only needed two more things. Those two things were Hannah and Lola.
While Miley showered and slipped on her Hannah outfit, I put in my contacts and wig. I was very grateful that the Jonas' had their own bus, so Miley and I could take our wigs off at night. I grabbed a pair of Hollister fleece pants and a tank top. I put them on and slid on some flip flops. Miley—or should I say Hannah?—walked in, fully disguised.
"Let's go, Lola, we have to meet the Jonas' at the McDonald's down the road," she said. "And remember, be nice."
I sighed but nodded. We walked outside, only pausing so Miley could lock up the house. The ride to Mikky D's was short and silent. When we arrived, I was suddenly full of dread.
"Mi—Hannah, I really don't want to do this," I said. "I can't be nice to Nick Jonas!"
"Try, Lola, please," Miley said. She jutted her bottom lip out. It ended up that I had to be dragged out of the bus.
Now, I was standing, grumbling, next to Frankie Jonas. He wasn't paying any attention to me, he was too busy deciding on what size McFlurry he wanted.
"Hey, Lola," said Joe. I looked up at him, almost forgetting to breathe. "Woah, you look different. B-but that's a good thing, of course. Different is…good."
I smiled at him.
"I'm glad you think so," I said. "You're looking good yourself." His cheeks faintly turned pink, and he smiled.
"Do you want anything?" he asked, gesturing towards the menu. I looked at it, and finally decided on fries. I went to pull out my wallet, but Joe stopped me. "I got it."
I smiled at him as he handed me the fries. Hannah led us over to the table, knudging me slightly. I flashed her a grin. Joe sat down, then I climbed into the booth, sitting next to him. Frankie and Kevin were sitting across from us. I thought Hannah was going to get in the same side Joe and I were in. But I was sorely mistaken. She sat right next to Kevin, leaving Nick to climb in next to me. I glared at Hannah and kicked her.
"Ow!" she said. The boys turned to look at her. "I, uhm…I bit my tongue…" She shot me a look, to which I gazed back at her in a completely false, innocent confusion. Nick's knee was touching mine. I was tempted to kick him as well, but I was Lola. Not Lilly, Lola; so I had to play nice. Ugh, I sounded five.
Except if I was five I probably would have dumped sand down Nick's pants and stolen his pudding by now.
"Hey, Lola," Nick said. "Wow, you look amazing." Both Joe and I shot Nick an incredulous look.
"Uhm, thanks, Nick!" I said brightly. I didn't even dare to compliment him back. It would probably cause me cardiac arrest. He shot me a cocky grin and stole one of my fries. "You're going to die, Jonas!"
Hannah shot me a warning look, her eyes wide. I swallowed and then laughed, high and false. I lightly shoved him.
"Kidding," I said, returning into "Lola" mode. "But you owe me!" I grabbed a chicken nugget and popped it into my mouth. This acting was going to kill me, I could tell that already.
"Fair enough," Nick grinned. He took out his phone and flipped it open. Curiousity got the best of me, and I peered at the backround.
Woah, holy crap. Was that me? Yes, that was my school picture. I always had this crazy style, and I knew it had to be me. My blonde hair was curly, and I had a shoelace tied around my head—a fashion style I stole from Joe. I had actually smiled this year, and I loved my eyes.
Nicholas Jonas had my school picture as his phone backround. Most girls would be screaming. I, on the other hand was thinking more along the lines of:
WHAT A CREEPER!
"Oh, hah, this is Lilly," Nick said, noticing me looking at…me. "She's my neighbor."
"Nick's in love with her," Joe told me, smirking. Nick looked away sheepishly, confirming what Joe said.
Someone kill me with a spork.
A/N: Oh, boy…ahhaa. Did you like? Review. :D