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There is a minor setback to not being famous, yet having famous friends. It's that when your famous friends are busy being famous, you're left all alone. Well, I wasn't completely on my own. I was backstage with Frankie. That kid was the coolest kid you'd ever meet.
"I have to go, Lola," he said.
"What?" I said, frantically. "Where are you going?"
"Uh…on stage…" he answered. "I'm needed during Lovebug."
"Fine, leave me," I sniffed.
"I'll be back real soon, don't be mad!" Frankie said pleadingly.
I just smiled and then he left. I knew he had made his entrance when the crowd went absolutely crazy.
Sighing dejectedly, I sat on the table with a huge platter of strawberries and a chocolate fountain. I grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the fountain. Instead of wallowing in my lonliness, I went to my favorite hobby: thinking of ways to get rid of Nick.
No, not that kind of "getting rid of," haven't we discussed that already? I can't go to jail. I was just trying to get Nick off of my tail.
I couldn't insult him, because for some reason he likes it. But there was no way I'd ever pretend I like him, that just might kill me. It was already hard enough being nice to him as Lola. It was official. Nick had backed me into a corner. There was no way out of it.
OhSnap!
After the concert, I hurried Miley into her tour bus. As we tore off her wigs, I told her the amazing idea I had while the show was going on.
"Why don't you go out with Nick?" I suggested.
"Uh…" Miley said. "Several reasons. 1. I don't like Nick. 2. I'm dating Jake, remember? 3. I could never steal him from you."
"But I want you to!" I said. "Miley, come on! It's Nick! Ew!"
"Why do you continue to pretend you don't like him?" she asked.
"It's not pretend," I said. "I don't pretend I have dreams in which he mysteriously falls onto a bed of hot coals that I—I mean, someone—put under his sheets."
"You're very twisted," Miley observed.
"Uh, duh," I said. "I don't know what to do."
Miley sat down on a seat, and tucked her legs underneath her. Her eyes clouded over, and her forehead wrinkled as she thought. She looked rather silly.
"Text him," she said finally.
"Uh, what?" I asked. "Miley, you are way behind in this. I don't want to talk to him. I want him to leave me alone."
"I'm a true romantic!" Miley said. "I find his love for you sweet."
"And I find it disgusting," I interrupted.
"Lilly, listen to me," Miley said. "You have never given Nick a chance."
"Because he's never deserved a chance," I said. "The very first time I met him as Lilly he was…ugh."
"Well, now that you're on tour, you can finally give him a chance!" Miley said brightly.
"And I am, as Lola," I said. "Isn't it nice that at least half of me is being nice to him? The other half doesn't have to exactly deal with him. Well, she does, but he doesn't know that, so he'll just be nice to my tour-half while he thinks my home-half is happily at home, plotting on ways to get rid of him. Then he'll get happy and tell tour-me all about home-me, and tour-me will get very ill."
Miley just sat there, looking very confused. She never really did get my logic. It made sense, didn't it? I just wanted to deal with him as little as possible.
"Right, whatever," Miley said. "Look, can't you at least try to talk to him as Lilly?"
"Nope," I answered. "I'll just talk to him as Lola, and then after this tour, I'll completely cut myself off from him."
"That'll kill him," Miley said softly.
"Good!" I said, almost hysterically. "I'll be free, finally!"
There was a knock at the door. Miley and I made a quick scramble for our wigs. I was just fixing mine as Hannah answered the door. In walked the Devil himself, flanked with his two brothers. I smiled quickly at them.
"Hey, we were just wondering if you guys want to come over to our tour bus," Kevin offered. "Frankie wants to play Go Fish."
"Go Fish is like our poker," Joe said. I laughed slightly, and then looked at Hannah. I shrugged at her, leaving the decision up to her.
"Sure, we'd love to," Hannah replied. "Let's go, Lola." I nodded and we headed out of the tour bus. As we were making the short walk to JB's tour bus, Nick knudged me aside for a second.
"I need your advice, Lola," he said.
"I'm not too good at giving advice, Nick," I said. "Why not ask Hannah?"
"I don't know, I just kind of feel like I know you more," he said. Oh, really? Wonder why…
You know, I really don't get how he hasn't exactly figured it out yet. You'd think if he really likes me like he says, he'd know it was me when I smiled, or something. Maybe he's just stupid.
"Oh, okay then," I said. "Sure, sure, what do you need advice on?"
I probably should have seen it coming. It was sort of obvious, but then again, I'm blind to the obvious. Nick dropped the ultimatum.
"I need you to help me win over Lilly."
Dundundun. Okay, this chapter was lame, but yeah…the next one should be like a lot better. Leave reviews?
-Caley.