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 3!
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Never Lose Me
Chapter 3

Miley nudged my arm as we headed into the girl's locker room. "So, how does it feel to finally reach your Sweet Sixteen?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. I simply nudged her back.

"It's pretty awesome, but I'm so stoked about my party!"

She beamed. "I know me too! It's awesome how ya got it on the pier! The view's great!" I nodded in agreement. "Ya still sure you don't want Hannah Montana to play some songs for ya?" she jested and I frowned.

"You know we've discussed this Miles," I said opening my gym locker, voice growing serious. "This party means a lot to me. I just want my best friend. I just want Miley Stewart. Not Hannah Montana." I think it was my tone which made her recoil momentarily and I don't blame her.

Over the last 3 weeks I started noticing something different with Miley. It's like all she really does anymore involves her blonde alter-ego. Not just in concerts, but now in interviews, movie premiers, radio talk shows... She even has a new music video coming out!

There was so much going on and I guess I felt Hannah was becoming her life! She's just been so wrapped up that.. it was starting to feel like I was getting left in the dark.

Then came my party. We've been planning our parties since the week after we first met in 6th grade. 'Sweet Sixteen! Sweet Sixteen! Oh my Gosh we need pink everywhere! And a pink car and balloons!' We'd go on and on about it until Oliver would gag.

So, does it really come as a surprise that when she began talking about 'bringing along' Hannah I got defensive? I was afraid if Hannah Montana came to my party, Miley would forget me. I'd be just another face in the crowd. I wish I didn't think so negatively about my best friend. It scares me a little.

Miley snapped out of her confusion and smiled sweetly. "And that's what you'll get Birthday girl. I'll never let Hannah come between us." She placed her hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "Today, my dear, is all about Lillian Dianne Trusscott's Sweet Sixteen, and doncha forget it!"

Whether it be her words or her cute Southern accent, I couldn't help but smile broadly in return.

"So are you still coming over to help me hang up all the decorations? Or do you have plans after school..?"

Miley placed her hand on her hip. "Lilly, as I've said before, you always come first."" This made me smile bashfully. "I call dibs on bringing balloons!" I don't know how she does it, but she always brings my spirits higher than I ever thought possible.

Quickly we changed, Miley chattering about the last day of school and me still on my high about everything, and anything, Miley...

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My favorite class of the day was gym. Of course it was Miley's least. It was funny at times, but she hated it. Especially today. It was volleyball. Sheesh. What a way to spend the last day of school, right? Volleyball in gym.

I found volleyball boring. Soccer and football were more my thing. Miley found volleyball, and any other athletics, painful. (Hah. The school nurse has her dad on speed dial!)

It's not really that she's weak at this particular sport though. Her motor skills are surprisingly moderate. But she somehow is always struck with bad luck.

I watched Miley's frantic face from the other side of the net. Me and Pulumbo were on the same team. So that basically meant our side won from the get-go, but I digress. The ball came over to me and I set it. Joanie, right on the opposite side of the net from Miley, went for the set ball. She jumped up and, with all her might, hit a spike straight at Miley.

My hands clasped over my mouth, afraid Miley may suffer from another bloody and bruised nose. I'd not want her to be in pain at my party this afternoon. She needs to enjoy it!

Our gym teacher called for new teams and I swear everyone just passed her by. What the Hell people? I trotted over and yanked her up, ready to question her about her physical health, but she looked past me. She said a quick thanks and ran to the door. I watched as an older lady stood talking to her. My eyebrows furrowed. Why was her agent there?

Something Hannah related must have come up.. Oh no. She does remember my birthday right? Right? I mean we were just making a big deal about it 10 minutes ago..

The two of them disappeared out into the hallway and I scurried after them. They were practically out of sight when I called to her. "Miley! Hello? What about my birthday party?" I didn't mean for my voice to sound so disappointed, but still. She promised we'd set things up together.

She spun but continued walking backwards. "Uh minor Hannah emergency. I'll be there I promise," she said, rushed, while turning back to her agent.

As she kept going I had to let out a sigh mixed with frustration, disappointment and whatever else I was feeling. I couldn't even begin to describe it. I'm more important than Hannah. She's told me it before. She promised she'd be there. She won't break her promise.

No, I know Miley. She'll never let me down.

With that thought in mind, my smile returned with confidence and I got in line for a new team.

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A.N.: Alright so it's obvious what the next chapter is hah. I haven't written it yet because the entire scene is like OMG MAJOR LILEY. lol but I skipped ahead to the other chapters. I figured on adding two more chapters after the movie's ending. Kinda like to wrap up everything while throwing in some more storyline.

I'd love to hear what ya think :)