A/N I'd like to note that this is NOT an Anti-Miley fiction. I PROMISE. Best friends fight. They happen to have a mega fight in this. In fact... they de-friend in this. But I'm not saying I dislike Miley. Cyrus, Stewart, or otherwise. In this story, however, I'm making Miley...well, you'll see. Also, the Nilly will come.. later in the story. YEP! I'm making you wait. But it'll be worth it in the end. I promise. I've even thought of a sequel to this, if all goes well.

parakeet17 - I. Love. Nilly. It's like an addiction. And I felt that I could see Miley like this as well-- she sometime's is over sensitive. That's just the character of Miley. ; P

The water fountain made a very pretty sound. Something only I would notice, I guess. But the constant water made me feel happy. Kayla was sitting next to me, her legs pulled into Indian style in her seat, as mine were swaying from the fountain edge freely. Both of us were licking our ice creams quietly. Hers was vanilla with sprinkles, mine is amazingly yummy chocolate. Her big brother, Danny, who is 21 and gorgeous left with her little brother Travis, so we could talk. Although we haven't. But she changed that quickly. "I'm sorry about the restaurant. For some stupid reason it didn't click in my mind that you were with Hannah, not Miley, and I thought it would be okay..."

I shrugged, trying to look like my Miley fight hadn't affected me. "It's fine. We were fighting anyways." My blonde hair flowed freely with the wind. My Lola wig was in Mikayla's brothers jeep, somewhere in the back seat. I looked up at my newest best friend. We were different in so many ways... like Miley and I. Except we had one thing in common. Best friends with Jake Ryan. Hah. They never got together, they both seemed to past that phase, and I was glad because we were free to be best friends without me being the third wheel. Oh, and we both love to shop. But meh.

Kayla nodded, knowing I didn't want to talk about it. Instead she let out a sly grin as she nudged me with her elbow. "How 'bout that Nick Jonas? Eh? Eh?"

I laughed at her tactics. "Yeah, what about him?" I knew what she was getting at, but decided to play innocent. Here's the thing about Mikayla. She pays attention to the details of situations, and she is very persistent. It feels almost weird that I can say that, but... we've been best friends for like, two freaking years. And it feels like so much more. It's strange now that Miley knows... Like I'm free to actually hang with my best friend. Or... my other best friend.

"What, only the fact that he was totally checking your butt out when you were walking to your death!" I scoffed. Nick Jonas didn't check people out. I mean, he does... but he didn't check ME out. I'm the sort of girl that is ignored in those situations. Besides, he probably likes... Miley. "I'm serious!" She giggled, poking me. I couldn't help but grin. "Oh hey, now that the cats out of the bag," I noted how much it sounds like we were felons, "Want to go to my new movie premier as my BESTIE!?" Honestly, that took me by surprise. I've been so used to being ignored, for like a year by Miley, where I have to ask to go instead of being asked, that being asked felt nice. That didn't make sense, did it? Whever, you understand. "Pleaseeee?" She stuck her bottom lip out into a pout. I laughed and shoved her--playfully-- as she continued trying to persuade me, even though I was more flattered. "Jake promised to be there! And Hannah will be there-- but we can totally ignore her! Even snarl and glare at her!" I giggled. She sounded way to excited about dong that. "And you can go as Lola, if you want..."

I smiled. "I don't wanna go as Lola. I wanna go as Lilly, your best friend." This could be irresponsible, and stupid, but I'm willing to risk it.

"OMIGOD! THAT MEANS YOUR GOING, RIGHT!?" I nodded, and she tackled me into a hug. "Yay, bestie, yay, bestie, yay, bestie!" AHHH. She may be small but she sure can tackle with the best of them. "And we can do my favorite thing now that your in a fight..." Oh boy. "DISS HANNAH MONTANA!" I giggled at how happy she was about that.

"HEY BRAT! MOM WANTS YOU HOME!" I looked over to...sigh, Danny. He is way to cute.

"I'm coming!" She yelled in her direction, "Want to sleep over?" What are the pros and cons of this situation? We could talk about Nick Jonas, the hottest kid in the world as of now, without her getting all jealous like Miley would. And we could test this whole 'best friend' thing more. And I could be digging a bigger hole of my testy friendship with Miley... Which all in all, I didn't actually want to do.

"Sure."

And so in classic sleep over fashion we spent the night chatting, and eating, and gossiping and watching movies. And it was like old times.