Sorry 4 not updating 4 like, evur! But, I've been busy. Anyways, here's chapter thirty, i think. yah.

Disclaimer: I actually DO own Hannah Montana. Own her, I am her. JK, of course I don't own Hannah Montana, you donut!

CHAPTER THIRTY: Blue Eyes

"Hey, Lilly, you want to cometo the concert with me?" Miley asked.

"Will Jake be there?" Lilly asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yah..."

"Then, no."

"Come on, Lilly...please?"

"No." Lilly was stubborn, Miley knew. When she made up her mind hardly anything could change it.

"A Hannah concert WON'T be a Hannah concert with out Lola." Miley added.

"No."

"Lilly..." Miley thought of good reasons. "Jackson will be there..."

"No."

"He wants you to come..."

"Really?"

Ooh, I've got her cornered now, Miley thought.

"Yah...it might help you take your mind off of Oliver..."

"He won't be there?"

"Nope."

"Okay, maybe I'll go." Lilly hated it when Miley got her to do whatever she wanted.

"Become Lola, we're on our way!" Miley hung up.

Lilly sighed. Ever since the party she'd sort of distanced herself from people, and she had felt so far away. Except when she was with Jackson, it was like...she was a different person, not trapped in her heart full of worries, all alone, but flying free, with Jackson.

She put her purple wig on, picked out a cute, clean outfit and fixed her makeup. Honk, honk. Came the sound of the limo outside of Lilly's house.

"Hold on!" She screamed, frantically looking for a pair of socks.

"Finally." Sighed Miley/Hannah when Lilly/Lola climbed in the car.

"Nice socks." Jackson was staring at Lilly's feet. She blushed when she noticed that she was wearing one pink-flowered sock and one Christmas sock.

Jackson pulled up his pants to reveal a white-and-red striped sock, and a dark blue one. Lilly and Jackson laughed, and Miley smiled. Finally. Miley thought. Lilly has come out of her shell. Wow, when did Lilly get a shell?

"Hannah, may I say that you look gorgeous?" Jake asked.

Miley giggled. "You may say, Miley's gorgeous."

"Fine, but you've been warned." The two leaned in to kiss, but both ran into Robbie's hand.

"Not on my watch." Lilly smirked.

"Hey, Mr. S., what time is it?" She asked.

Robbie looked at his watch, just in time to miss Miley and Jake kissing.

"Hey!" Robbie laughed.

The limo stopped, and everyone piled out.

"I love Miley." Lilly was telling Jackson. "I get to go backstage."

"Yah, but there are some CRAZED fans backstage. I mean, bizzarr (SP) people."

Lilly giggled.

"No, seriously!" Jackson said, trying to keep a straight face. "Like that guy." Jackson pointed at a really tall guy with bleach-blond hair, wearing over-alls with a t-shirt that said: Hannah Montana Fanatic. He even had a: Hannah's number one foam finger.

"Or that g--" Lilly's mouth went dry and she dropped her hand. Her eyes became the size of dinner plates, and her hands were sweatier than a pig in a sauna.

Jackson looked at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.

"Nothing." Lilly choked.

His blue eyes burned into her's. He was staring intensly at her with is evil, clear blue eyes.

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