Ok, I've read so many great Liley stories, so I got this huge urge to try it myself. Don't og easy on me, I wanna hear it all.
"Miley, don't be mad at me," Lilly came up after me, yelling about me being mad at her. Why should I be mad at her? I turned around and looked lost at her. "I'm not mad at you," I said, slowly and unfocused. "Why should I… be mad at you?" "Eh, because it's my fault your carrier maybe is falling apart?" I looked at her and aslanted my head. Funny, I couldn't focus at her at all. It was like I was floating on a high cloud. Suddenly I fell to the ground and the unpleasant memory came back to me.
"I'm so nervous for this show. Gabrielle Watsson hates me!" I said to Lilly. "Hey, don't worry hon, you'll do fine! And even if Gabrielle hates you, the rest of America loves you! I think even Europe loves you." I started laughing and the tenseness in my body disappeared. "How do you always manage to make everything ok?" I whispered into Lilly's ear before I kissed her ear lobe."Because I love you," Lilly whispered back. I let my lips slide from her ear and down to her beautiful, soft lips. While I was exploring her mouth, Lilly's arm slid down to my hips, pressing them closer to hers. I held around her, and she pressed herself to me and the kiss got deeper. "Hannah Montana, you're going on the stage now!" The voice came from a loud-speaker on a desk. "Got to go. Wait for me here, baby!" I said to Lilly, kissing her quickly on the forehead.
When I was walking onto the stage, I saw Gabrielle sitting there, waiting for me with a smile. I stopped for three seconds. What was it with her smile? She looked evil. "No, I'm just fooling myself," I said to myself as I sat down. "So, Hannah, how's it going? Anything new? A boyfriend, maybe?" "Wow, that was quickly!" I answered, with a little laugh. "Usually it goes like, five minutes before someone asks me about my love life." Everybody in the hall started laughing, even Gabrielle smiled a little. "Yeah, but this time, I have some evidence I would like you to say your meaning about? There was taking some pictures of you and your new boyfriend, or maybe girlfriend fits better?" As she said the last words, I froze. She turned the TV on, and the picture which was shown for millions of viewers almost made me pass out. I was quiet a long time before I whispered: "You put a camera in my dressing room?"
This was a shortie, a teaser maybe, but I'm not much good at writing long chapters, if you read my other stories, you know me. Anyway, review?
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