Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING DISNEY RELATED INCLUDING ALL THINGS HANNAH MONTANA

WARNING: DO not read unless you do not mind Movie Spoilers. This follows the plot of the movie and quotes specific dialogue and scenes.

A.N.: Chappie 2!
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Never Lose Me
Chapter 2

The voices were loud. Screams of cheering fans echoed throughout the parking lot.

A mob of young pre-teens and teenagers, dragging around parents, clumped together outside the massive building. People were chanting, singing familiar song lyrics and holding up colorfully decorated signs.

It was an incredible sight. Until you actually had to be there!!

We arrived so late and the placed was filled out into the parking lot. Miley and I hurriedly started to make an agonizingly long trek through the mass. After pushing and pushing, I realized the crowd was just not budging. Afraid I may lose Miley in the mayhem, I grabbed her hand tightly and began to plow through the screaming Hannah Montana fans until we got to the ticket booth. Miley wasted no time in talking.

"Name's Miley Stewart. We gotta get in there," she huffed weakly.

"Yeah our names are on the list," I added trying to point through the plexi-glass at the list. I had this growing urge to kick the kids pushing behind me.

The old crab, I mean woman, sitting at the desk said, "Well why didn't you say so.." That sarcastic tone did not sound promising. "In your dreams, Sweet Cheeks. Next!"

The crowd of kids began pushing us away as we scrambled to get another word in. If it weren't for Miley tugging on my shirt, I completely would have lost my footing. Eventually we were forced out into the cool air, away from the screaming fans.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "You are the only Popstar I know who can't get in to her own concert," I said incredulously. Miley's eyes looked passed me at something. She grinned. I turned and spotted it too. Hehe. Perfect...

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"Argh! Somebody stop those girls!" the security guard yelled behind us.

"Go faster!"

"I can't, this is a golf cart!" she said to me while motioning to the steering wheel. Well, at least we had a set of wheels now.

We kept driving down the underground hallways of the stadium. I had no clue if Miley actually knew where her dressing room was, but I sure as Hell wasn't about to question it. Not with that guy trying his hardest to catch us.

"Look out," I tried to warn Miley as she charged through a pile of water jugs, sending them sprawling onto the tile floor. That seemed to stop the guard in his tracks as he stumbled over them.

I turned to my best friend with a huge grin, laughing hysterically. I instantly turned for a high-five, which she returned, looking at me. Her eyes met mine as she smiled as well. Then she shot them back to the front and I watched as they bugged out. I followed suit and let out a scream while lunging for the wheel.

We were not about to avoid that oncoming poster. Not even close.

Rippppp!

We crashed through it, me screaming like an idiot. Then, just like that, it became a huge joke and we laughed again. Boy, I loved Miley's hearty laugh. She had many kinds, but this was my favorite. It was so pure, raspy, Southern, Miley...

Finally we saw Mr. Stewart and he ushered us into the changing room, shutting the door with us.

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She sat in her chair momentarily as I pulled her thick hair up into a bun, pulling the wig netting over it. Miley immediately whipped out the Hannah Box. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Mr. Stewart was stressing. Hell we all were.

She then started removing her shoes, jacket and sweater top. She shoed her father out of the room just before she began unbuttoning her pants. It was just the two of us. Personally that's how I liked it.

But all that aside. We were in a rush now. Only a half hour until show time!

Wasting no time we got to work on makeup. She chose the colors and applied most. Once the base coats were down, she spun to look at me. I grabbed some more eyeliner, blush, eye shadow and lip-liner.

I took care of the careful facial details. I loved doing this. I was able to get my face right up to Miley's and she took it as nothing more than professional. Honestly, I was like her Executive Assisstant sometimes.

What was best, though, was that she even made it so no one else handled her make up so finely. Only I was allowed to be this close to her face. She told me this only once. Though she never explained a rhyme or reason for it, it made me flutter on the inside. I like to imagine it's because no one knows her features as well as I do; no one is as trusted as me.

Finally came my favorite part: Dressing.

We yanked her clothing rack in front of us and began rummaging through the outfits. One would think we have it all planned out before hand, but nope. Hannah Montana was always spontaneous. No exceptions.

We had to make sure the outfit was bright, colorful, new..

There!

I grabbed a dress, covered with large colored sequins. It was sleeveless. The first thought crossing my mind was 'Damn she'd look hot in this..'. Smirking, I decided to test her opinion.

I pulled it off the rack and held it in front of my face with an innocent smile. I caught her attention and she looked it over with, to my glee, an approving smile.

As I walked around the rack, Miley started stripping out of the rest of her clothes, all the way down to her underwear. I held it up to her slim body and she frowned. "The sleeve holes cut too low.." she muttered upon a closer inspection. My smiled lowered, but what she said next surprised me. "Looks like it's time to go braless!" She gave me a cheeky grin.

My cheeks flared, but not at the comment. She'd said that to me tons of times, I mean we are girls. It's quite natural.

It was how she said it..Dang it Miley! Why do you have to make simple, innocent things sound so seductive.

I barely realized that she'd discarded her bra until she was reaching forward for the dress. I caught a glimpse of her chest and my embarrassment level jumped. I could feel my heart beat faster as she stood so close. My breath hitched when she looked me in the eye, our bodies not even a foot apart.

"Uh Lils, I know I'm attractive, but I'm getting cold here.."

Trust me, I can see... Wait! What'd she say-!?

I had to mentally slap myself to get away from those thoughts!

"Oh hah. Hah. S-sorry, spacing." She rolled her eyes playfully at me.

Hurriedly I pulled the garment over her head and helped adjust the area around her shoulders. Her shoulders were tan, bare and altogether quite gorgeous, but my mind was reeling, replaying the image of her breasts in my mind. Over and over and over and-

"Lilly, help me with the wig!" she called from her chair. How had she gotten so far away already? Snap out of it, Trusscott!

I spun her around and delicately put the blonde wig into place. And there sat Hannah, staring back at both of us. Miley looked good as a blonde, but I'd never want it to be permanent. Her natural brown locks are too stunning to hide away. But her eyes were always the same. Glowing in that vibrant cobalt blue. The eye shadow complimented her eyes and skin tone and.. Wow her lips were just the right, luscious shade of red. Tonight she looked so.. so...

"How do I look?" she mumbled at the mirror. Whether she needed an answer or not, my lips moved on their own accord.

"Breathtaking.."

She blinked and turned her gaze up to me. Her eyes seemed to be confused and thinking about something rather deeply. That's when I realized my slip up. I began stuttering like some fool and grabbed for a blue and gold cover up.

I slid the robe over her shoulders as her father stepped in to usher her on her way. Once caught in the commotion of getting to the stage she seemed to tune me out and what just happened. The concert was on her mind now.

As Hannah and a few guards headed down the hallway, I looked out the door, watching my best friend disappear down the corridor. "Good luck!" I called earnestly. Then as a joke, added "Don't mess up!"

I took in a breath and shut the door. I leaned against it and appreciated the silence for the first time. It was time for me to doll my self into my own alter-ego. Lola Luftnagle accompanied Hannah everywhere, of course by Hannah's request. She never missed a Hannah Montana performance. Nope. Not ever.

I heard the music begin to fill the building and grabbed my new green wig, preparing to catch Hannah in a hug as soon as the concert was over.

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A.N.: Haha so as soon as I watched the movie and saw Lilly helping Miley get dressed I knew the movie would satisfy my Liley needs. hah! Watch the scene closely. Her shoulders are bare in the clip so a perverted mind can easily look into it... hahaha