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Thanks for all the reviews guys. Most of them were nice. But remember guys, I accept constructive criticism. There was one review that went something like, "Loliver will ruin the story" You never know. I have great ideas for this story, and I hope none of you will be disappointed. I can't please everyone. But I can't be told how my plot should go.

This chapter was edited by my good friend, Lauren, aka AColdSky. Trust me, the stories are much better after they're edited.

If you think I talk too much, read on, cause here's chapter 4.

Secrets Are Supposed To Stay Secret
Chapter 4: He Looked Exactly Like...

Lilly watched Miley's head bounce on the kitchen table. She counted thirty times. Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three... Miley stopped at forty and rubbed her head. "Oh, Lilly, how did I get into this mess?" Miley groaned.

"Well, it could be worse," Lilly said, as she got up and opened the fridge, looking for something to drink.

Miley nodded, and looked expectantly at Lilly, "...Worse...like...?"

Lilly shrugged and got a bottle of orange juice out of the fridge, "You could have 3 heads."

Miley looked at Lilly as if she grew two heads, "...and?"

Lilly took a sip before continuing, "You could be a street person and beg for crumbs from strange people passing by." Lilly laughed at her idea and took a sip of orange juice.

Miley laughed, "Or even worse, I could be kissing Oliver!"

Lilly spit out a shower of orange juice onto the table in front of Miley. She coughed and sputtered out, "Uh- Haha! That's a good one!"

Miley looked at Lilly disbelievingly, "Has the juice gone bad or something?"

Lilly coughed and nodded, "Uh, yeah, that's it." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Lilly said, and skipped to the door. She opened it and revealed Oliver.

"Sup, Lilly. Miley." Oliver nodded his head as he walked through like he owned the place. "What's happening?" He walked in and took a seat on the kitchen table. He looked at the mess with a disgusted face, "What happened here? Rained orange juice?"

Miley got up and got a paper towel, "No, Lilly and I were talking about what could be worse then kissing Drew Evans."

Oliver looked clueless, "And...what does that have to do with orange juice?"

Miley soaked up the orange mess, "Well I said, no offense, 'I could be kissing Oliver' and then Lilly spit out her orange juice for some reason." Miley turned and threw away the paper towel, as Oliver looked at Lilly with eyes filled with hopelessness.

Miley shook her head and sighed, "What am I going to do? I can't kiss DREW. I'll just have to drop out of the movie."

Lilly ran to her friend's side and said, "No! You can't! Think of the fans you'll disappoint. And...the director won't be able to find another Julie."

Miley groaned and put her head in her hands, "Why me?"

Oliver sighed, "On the bright side...you get free food!"

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Hannah sighed and read over her line for the millionth time. It wasn't really the millionth time, it was only the 36th take, "I cannot be seen with a man of such noble status...can I take a break?"

Drew sighed and looked at the ceiling, "I could use one too."

The director sighed, "Go ahead. Take five."

Hannah sighed and walked to her dressing room. She sat on the couch and groaned at the ceiling. "Why, oh why did I end up here?" She took a bottle of water and squirted its contents into her dry mouth. Then walked out of her dressing room, and found Drew standing in the doorway.

"We need to talk," Drew said firmly.

"What do we need to talk about?" Hannah asked innocently.

"Hannah, we have to at least TRY to get along. We have fans expecting us to play a couple in love. Now would you want to disappoint them all?" Drew asked. He watched Hannah sigh and slump to the ground.

"Well, I wouldn't have to worry about me hating you if you didn't schedule your concert on the same day as mine." Hannah said.

"So it's my fault that they chose to go to my concert instead of yours?" Drew asked. "That's stupid."

"No, it's because you just had to be better than me-"

"You think I'm better than you?"

Hannah laughed, "Yeah right. I meant...maybe your fans felt sorry for you."

"Sorry for me?" Drew echoed. "That's..."

"Drew," Hannah said, "I won't like you. But I can act like it. Deal?"

Drew sighed, "Fine." Hannah stuck out her hand and Drew pulled her up and their eyes met. She swore she saw...

"Evans, Montana, back on set!" the angry director yelled from the set.

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"So...you guys are going to try to get along?" Lilly asked Miley on the trio's weekly movie night at Oliver's. Oliver was getting popcorn in the kitchen, and left Miley and Lilly talking in the living room.

"But, that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop hating him." Miley said picking up a throw pillow and started toying with it.

"But, wait," Lilly said. "What happened to 'Let's just say Drew will wish he never knew Hannah Montana'?"

Oliver walked in and handed Lilly the bowl of popcorn. Then, took a seat next to Miley, putting Miley in the middle.

Miley laughed and said, "Oh...don't worry. Drew's still gonna get it."

Luckily, Oliver hadn't started eating popcorn. He laughed, "So...what's this plan that's gonna totally destroy Drew or whatever."

Miley shook her head, "That's not important. I have to tell you guys something.."

Lilly said muffled through her mouthfull of popcorn, "What's that?"

"Well," Miley said. "When I was talking to Drew today, I looked at him straight in the eye, and he looked exactly like..."

Oliver interrupted, "Jesse McCartney?"

Lilly butted in, "Chad Micheal Murray?"

"No," Miley said picking up the tv remote. "He actually looked like...never mind, it's not important."

"Who?" Lilly pressed.

Miley didn't answer the question and turned her attention to the TV screen as the movie started.

It's sad. I don't own Jesse McCartney. I own some CDs...wait...those are my sisters. And, I don't own Chad Micheal Murray. I don't care about him though. It was the first dude who popped into my head after Jesse.

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