CHAPTER THREE
Still Not Getting Any
Miley's Point of View
Lilly was actually crying and Oliver was quiet. So I guess they were kind of lonely for me.
"You guys, stop it," I said, beginning to get teary-eyed. "Or else I'll start crying, too."
We were sitting on Lilly's bed, each hugging a pillow.
Lilly let out a small laugh as she wiped her tears with a Kleenex. "We may seem laid-back at first, but we were really affected. I mean, you're our best friend. Of course we'll be sad for you when your number-one crush suddenly becomes your brother."
"Yeah," Oliver joined in. "What she said."
"We're having movie night, right?" I asked. "I really need something to cheer me up."
"Yeah," Lilly replied. "We have the popcorn ready, and the movie for tonight is..." She pulled out the DVD and waved it. "Clueless."
Oliver, who was excited, instantly turned pale at the sight of the movie. "Lilly, we both hate chick flicks. So why are we watching that?"
"Because I know Miley wants to watch it," Lilly explained, as if it was obvious.
"Anything for Miley," Oliver said. "Nothing for me."
"Oh, Oliver. Of course we have something for you. Here it is." I threw a pillow playfully at him.
Oliver threw the pillow back. "Gee, thanks, but no thanks."
"But, still, Lil," I said, turning to Lilly. "I'm not in the mood to watch Clueless."
Lilly dropped the DVD. "Why?"
"Do you happen to have some home videos?" I asked. "Of you and Oliver?"
Lilly's eyes widened in suspicion. "Why?" she repeated.
"I think those are the ones that will cheer me up," I answered.
"Hey, didn't I give you a tape that holds our childhood memories for you twelfth birthday?" Oliver said. "Where is it?"
"Oh, yeah, you did. It's in my closet, hidden away in a small wooden chest." Lilly rummaged through her closet and pulled out a small, wooden purple chest embellished with fake gems. She opened it and took out a videotape. "Here it is!"
Minutes later, we were having lots of laughs watching the first part of the videotape, Lilly and Oliver's first day of school. And I have to admit, it totally cheered me up.
ooHMoo
The next day, I arrived at my house, still in my nightgown. At least Lilly let me borrow something to cover up with. I pulled out my house key and entered quietly. There, on the couch, was Jake, sleeping. And sitting by the kitchen counter was his mom, drinking coffee. She didn't seem to notice me. I walked, careful not to make a sound, to the stairs and up to my room.
"Uh, Miley? Are you hungry? We have cereal for breakfast," she suddenly said.
I rolled my eyes. Oh, joy. The woman doesn't even know how to cook, I thought. I made my reply short and snappy. "No, I just, uh, ate." Which was true; Lilly gave me two big pieces of chocolate chip cookies and a small juice box to munch on while I was on my way home.
But I honestly don't think I'm already at home. Because my house now is the least like home. And I guess you know how.
I made my way up the stairs and threw my empty juice box in the trash behind my door. "God!" I yelled. "Just kill me!" It felt like I was still not getting any. What am I not getting, you ask?
I honestly don't know. I just feel like something's missing in my life.
I needed to get my mind off Jake. Note to self: Find someone new to fall in love with. And I mean it.
"Miley? Are you there now?" I heard Dad's voice from outside my door. I then heard three firm knocks.
I locked my door and buried my head in my pillow, letting tears fall freely into it.
"I know you're mad, Bud, but can we just talk?" Dad asked.
"No!" I screamed. "Never in a million years!"
"I just hope someday you'll forgive me." Dad's voice came out soft and kind of lonely.
I didn't reply, I just continued crying.
After some seconds, I stood up and opened the door to a crack. Dad was gone.
I pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a pen. I began writing a song.
"Under Disguise"
FIRST STANZA
It was a Friday of prevention
She avoided things she knows so well
She didn't need all the attention
She thinks that fame is short for hell
She's a superstar inside
But all she ever does is hide
She can be famous if she want
She feels she has nothing to flaunt
CHORUS
She played a part in that old movie
She used to be in that old show
She sang a song and they went crazy
Come on, you really gotta know
She's lived a glamorous life
But now she's super-streetwise
Not wanting to pay the price
She's just now under disguise
SECOND STANZA
Trying to be normal as she could be
Still they form crowds in front of her
She tells herself that soon they will see
How much her life has been a blur
She has been always known worldwide
They haven't seen her secret side
She's wanted to come and go down
Scared to make all her fans frown
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE
Wearing caps
Clad in shade
Avoiding claps
Just wants to fade
(CHORUS)
She played a part in that old movie
She used to be in that old show
She sang a song and they went crazy
Come on, you really gotta know
She doesn't need a disguise
She's just been living her dream
No real need to pay the price
Life's perfect as it seems
I put my pen down and began to re-read my last song. The song I'll sing before I quit my life being Hannah Montana.
(A/N: Oh, no, Miley's going to quit being Hannah Montana? How will everyone take this? Is she serious and is it final? Find out in the next chapter of your favorite soap opera - in my dreams! - My Stepbrother the Zombie Slayer. Please insert a "Ha" followed by a hundred more. I'm glad y'all liked the idea of a limited edition Christmas special. I'm working on it right now. Oh, yeah. The song Miley's written is actually an original composition of mine. :D)