Sorry this took so long. Lots of homework, driver's ed and crap. I hope that this kind of makes for it. Then again, you'll hate me at the end, trust me. Oh, and I didn't get tickets to the concert, so I'm kind of anti'Miley/ Miley World right now, 'kay. Hope you like. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Lola had just taken off her wig, yes it's a wig, and I watched my brother's shocked face as he was able to crack a smile.

My brother, always the cocky one, reached up and fingered her long blonde hair. I knew my brother was vulnerable around blondes. I could see in his eyes that he was really falling for this one, hard.

I watched as he insulted her, being the moron that he is, and then as he tumbled off the couch. My brother is very uncoordinated, shocker there.

As she helped him up, I heard her tell him to call her Lilly, and then he said something about a secret identity. I decided I should give them their privacy, so I turned and headed back to where Kevin was sitting, strumming his guitar.

I threw myself on Joe's bunk, too tired to climb on to my own. I put my hands under my curly head and stared at the bottom of my own bunk. I let the air out of my lungs and closed my eyes.

"Is she still locked in her room?" Kevin asked as he set the guitar against the wall.

"Of course", I said, my eyes still closed.

"Is she that much of a diva?" he asked.

"Yeah, and it's really annoying. So why do I like her?" I said, covering my eyes and debating my own question.

"Don't ask me, I'm just the older brother…" he said, dropping a hint that he wanted to be Dr. Phil for a few minutes.

I propped myself up on my arm and faced him, "Why is Joe so good around girls?"

"Dude, call me oblivious, but what does this have to do with your crush on Hannah?" His face was twisted into a look of confusion.

"Can you just answer my question?" I asked him.

"I don't know, I guess it's because he's good at hiding how nervous he is by being an ass", I looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, I don't get it either. Why do you ask?"

"Because Hannah hates me right now and I've known her for almost a year, and Joe's got taffy-head out there, falling head-over-heels for him, when she's known him for what, two hours?"

"If I knew his secret, I would have a girlfriend, now wouldn't I?"

"For the record, Dr. Phil doesn't use sarcasm"

"For the record, you watch Dr. Phil?" he caught me in a no-comeback zone.

"Lets get back to my problems 'kay? He smiled, knowing he'd won.

"What's the only thing that's ever worked before?" he said, knowing the answer.

"Fine, give it to me" I said as he reached to hand me my guitar off our guitar rack. As he did this he put his back on the rack and went to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Dude, its me"

"You're telling the driver to stop for Starbucks, aren't you?"

"You have learned well young grasshopper!" he said as he made an exit, like an actual exit.

Loser.

I had no clue where to start. Usually I would just have a stroke of genius and it would hit me. I was having no such luck today.

I felt the bus stop and I yelled for my brothers to get me something. I heard Hannah singing on the other side of the bus, so I guessed that she had stayed behind too. Wait, total Joe moment there, of course she had stayed behind.

She had a really good voice (A/N: I don't actually think this, but for the sake of the story) and she was so confident. But she hated me, why didn't I hate her too.

I whispered to myself, "Why am I still in love with you?"

I shook my head, gave myself a few Joe seconds than sat up.

"That's it!"

I started writing my heart out. By the time I looked up, there was a melting green tea frapp next to me. I hadn't even seen Kevin come in. I get like that when I'm writing.

I grabbed the guitar and my notes to go over them with my brothers. They loved it. Score one for Fro Bro!

The girls had found a mall, so I sat on the bus watching the Blues Brothers with Kevin and Joe.

We had a concert in a few hours and I had the go ahead from my brothers to perform the song, even though we'd need dad's ok too. I relaxed and looked forward to tonight. Maybe she would hear the song and fall madly in love with me.

Hey, it works for every other teenage girl.

I honestly didn't know what I'd do if this plan failed. I'm not exactly a Plan B kind of guy. I'm not really a Plan A guy either though, so I guess I'm screwed.

Yep, I'm screwed.

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Miley was a no good stinkin' liar.

There was no mall involved here. She had sent the boys back to the bus, rounded the block, and walked right back into the Starbucks to interrogate me.

There are so many things I could be forcing Joe to do right now. I mean, seriously, if she makes me miss out on having a Jonas slave, I may have to hurt her.

I was pretending to listen to her ranting about how Nick was an asshole and how she wishes he would just die. I chose not to believe her, seeing as she hadn't ceremoniously burn the posters by her bed yet.

Come to think of it, I was really starting to miss Joe.

"…and the fact you're zoning out because you're thinking of Joe…"

I was alerted by the change of Miley's voice.

"What are you implying?" I asked, pretending I hadn't heard her.

"I am implying that you don't care about my problems because you seem to have a 'thing' with Joseph Jonas"

"Huh…" I said, knowing she was completely right. She shook her head.

"I'm having a crisis and all you can think about is yourself! Lilly I don't care if Joe wants to marry you! Listen to me!"

I had had about enough of this.

"Well Hannah, have you noticed how everything seems to be about you? Maybe I want to think about what happens in my own life. Sometimes I wish you had never started this. Maybe you can be Hannah and a good friend, but honestly, I don't think you have the capability to be both!"

I got up and stormed out of the Starbucks. Once I hit the door, I ran top-speed back to the busses.

Joe got up to welcome me, but he was a second too late. I was already in their bedroom, the only place I could hide.

I threw myself onto the closest bed to the left of the door. (A/N: Picture 3 beds in a U-shape)

I heard someone come in, but I didn't look up.

"What happened?" I heard Joe say from above me.

"I hate her! Why does she have to be 'effin Hannah Montana?!" I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the wet pillow under my face.

I heard his footsteps head toward the door and the door open. Then I heard him say:

"If Hannah comes back, she isn't here"

His brothers must have agreed because he sat back on the bed and started to rub my back to comfort me.

"Why are you here? I didn't ask you to listen to my problems", I said, sitting up.

"Well you're on my bed, so I'm allowed to be here", he said as he put his arm around my shoulders.

Tears were still running down my face, but I didn't care.

"I can't believe she's acting like this. Well, I guess I can believe it, but I'd really like it if she wasn't like such a…"

"What happened?" he asked, rubbing my shoulder.

"She cornered me in the Starbucks and wouldn't shut up about her and Nick. Then she had the nerve to blame her problems on you and me. She's always been a diva. Whenever something good happens to me, she does this. It's just easier to run away, but it's harder to run away when we're all stuck on one bus."

I noticed I was leaning on him and that my mascara was staining his shirt. I sat up and started to apologize, but held me tighter.

"She has no reason to blame us for her problems. I'm just glad Nick is acting better than this. I'm starting to think she doesn't deserve that song he wrote her!"

"He wrote her a song?" I asked him. In my mind, I was thinking 'I wish Joe would write me a song. Wait a minute, why would he, we're just friends. Just. Friends.'

I looked up to see him staring at me through his long eyelashes. I felt a tingle go down my spine. It was like he was reading my mind or something. Oh god I hope not.

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone. Nick worked too hard on the song. Let him surprise her, whether she deserves it or not."

"Do you think she's come back yet? I need to get dressed for the concert", I said, tempted to put my wig back on, which Joe had taken off while I was crying.

"Why? You look great right now", he said, which made me blush.

"You're kidding right? I look ridiculous!" I said.

At the moment I was wearing black skinny jeans with a waffle tee that had music notes and I was still, well until Joe had taken it off, been wearing the pink and purple wig. On top of that, my mascara had run and my lip gloss had all but worn off.

He ran his finger along the side of my cheek and wiped a tear from my face. His face went serious.

He moved toward me and I realized that he was going to kiss me. Joe Jonas was about to kiss me.

I could feel his warm breath on my face. Our faces were only centimeters apart. I leant in…

"Joe, is she okay, we have to get ready for the concert!" Kevin said as he barged in.

I was mad that he had barged in right before I kissed Joe. Then I realized something. I touched the top of my head. I wasn't wearing my wig.

Joe and I looked at each other with the same look of stunning realization written on our faces.

"Yeah, um, what the heck is going on?" Kevin asked as I got up.

"Um, Joe, tell him. I have to get ready", I said as I gave him a pity look and walked toward the other side of the bus. I was depending on the fact that Miley was always early for concerts. I hoped she hadn't chosen now to break the trend.