AN: Chapter two, my good people! :) This'll be the first "real" chapter. Last chapter was just the introduction.

Vanessa Munroe was perched on top of her Cherry Red BMW convertible. She tipped her head back and felt the hot, burning sun kiss her face. Her real name was Vanessa.

She went by Vee, though.

She felt her red Aviator sunglasses slide down her perfect ski-slope nose and she pushed them up again, then slid off of her car.

"VeeVee!" Someone yelled behind her. She grinned and tugged on her black pleated miniskirt, then turned around. She knew that voice.

'Tessy Tylery!" She giggled, adding a "y" to Tess's name.

"Vee, did you hear yet?" Tess asked, not smiling.

"No. What?" Vee asked, worry lacing her voice. She thought something was seriously wrong.

"Britt. Is. Back."

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Brittany Munroe was sitting Indian style on top of her bed. Selena Russo and Demi Torres surrounded her. They were laughing like three friends who hadn't seen each other in three months.

Oh, right. They hadn't seen each other for three months... Selena had been on location in Puerto Rico shooting her new movie. Demi had been on a European tour for her Special Edition album. Brittany had been taking time out to hang out with Taylor Drift AN: changed name.. legal! and Miley Stewart in Nashville. She had missed her friends deeply. She loved her friends. But she already knew that things had changed while she was gone. Her sister had drifted away from her and Selena and Demi. It had started when she began hanging out with those "different" girls. Brittany hated when people tried too hard to be different. And, she thought, that's exactly what Tess Tyler and Caitlyn Gellar did. She liked people who conformed to fit what their managers and handlers wanted them to be. Like Selena and Demi. Miley was sort of a back-and-forth girl. She loved everyone.. she was just a lovey type of girl. Taylor was also very back and forth.

But then there was Vee. Britt's sister. It had all started last summer. They had been on top of the charts and the box offices for about a year, and Vee had decided to celebrate.

With Boys.

And Beer.

And... well, sluts.

"Britty Baby! Come on, let's have some fun tonight! My single just hit number one, and baby, you're TV show is like, booming!" Vee boasted, lifting her chin proudly. Brittany ran her fingers across her bluish vein that was visible through her pale skin. Vee looked at her.

"No. Vanessa, Jaimee said to stay out of the press. And going out will get us press." Brittany whispered. Jaimee was their manager.

"You're such a party pooper. Have some fun." Vee muttered. "And my name, is Vee."

"Vanessa!" Britt called as her best friend and twin sauntered away.

"My name. Is. Vee." Was the last thing she heard.

Britt shook the painful memory out of her mind and turned back to her new friends. They were so sweet. But they weren't Vee. Vee was outspoken and independant, and she was the most beautiful person Britt had ever met. But then Vee started hanging out with Tess and Caitlyn, and she started getting a little too outspoken. How many times could Britt tell Vee that shouting, "Purity my ass!" out Connect Three's hotel room window in Houston was a bad idea?

Apparently, four times before it sunk in.

But it made headlines anyway.

No such thing as bad publicity, darling.

So now? Britt had no respect for Vee.

Little did she know that Vee felt the same way.

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Vee couldn't believe her sister. She was back, and she didn't so much as call? Vee knew her sister was trying to loosen her grip on Vee, but it wouldn't work. Vee may be somewhat of a badass, but she still loved her family. Britt, on the other hand, simply cared about her wholesome reputation. She didn't actually enjoy going to Pinkberry with mom and pops, but hey, if the paps were there, than why not?

And that's where Vee lost respect for Britt.

Oh Damn. Somethings going to go down when the see each other.

And as Tess and Vee slipped into Vee's car, the radio blared.

Meet me at the mall, it's goin' down. Meet me at the club, it's goin' down. Anywhere you meet me it's sure to go down.

The catchy rap song was probably meaningless to everyone else, including the dude who wrote it.

But it some how summed up Vee and Britt's evening in a few well chosen words.

AN: I'm a terrible updater, I know. Please review anyway?