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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 6!
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Never Lose Me
Chapter 6

I was riding up a dirt road as this old, yellow Victorian styled house came into view. With it set against beautiful rolling Tennessee hills, it was hauntingly amazing. Like out of a horror movie, just without the creepy ghosts or lightning.

I digress.

It was the Stewart ranch. Miley's grandma's house. Yeah I know. Weird right? I never expected to be here ever in my life. Well, actually I wasn't expecting to get that phone call the other night either.

For whatever reason, I blindly answered my phone and was shocked, appalled, angry and ecstatic to hear a raspy Southern accent on the other line.

"Lilly..?" She had sounded meek and slightly surprised I had answered my phone. "I know that I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now.." That was half true.

She dared to call me after this agonizing week and a half. Her voice was as melodious as I remembered and my heart fluttered. All the pain and hate I had been brooding over seemed to vanish just while listening to her.

I remained silent.

"Um, look. I know we need to talk about.. Like everything and all-"

"Such an understatement," I growled venomously, shocked at where that tone came from.

"..yeah..." She paused and sighed heavily, hesitating before continuing. "Lilly, right now I need you to do the hugest favor ever.."

Needless to say I willingly agreed to her plan even before she told me what I was doing. I'm still not over what happened, but I should have known Miley still is my number one. She always has been and always will be. I came to realize it didn't matter where I stood between us. She always had control over my heart.

My blue eyes scanned the farm as we got closer and closer to the side of the house. I brushed the faux blonde locks from my face trying to get a clear view from the limo window.

We stopped in front of a screen door. Before the driver even had the chance to open my door, the screen door flew open and there came Miley Stewart. She was racing down the old steps, practically planting her feet to a halt as I climbed out of the car.

I took in my surroundings for a second, but immediately smiled once my gaze fell on the teen in front of me. No sooner had I stood up did she pull me into her arms.

"Thank you thank you thank you so much!" she mumbled repeatedly into my blonde wig. I smiled into her blue jacket as she let out a breath by my neck. The hug was short lived, but before she pulled away, she whispered in my ear, "We're going to my bedroom." Now I have a simple, innocent mind, and I blame her for lightly brushing over my ear with her soft lips, but that just made me shudder. The way she said it was so.. so....

She held me at an arms length and once I shook away my 'thoughts' I realized she was looking at me. It seemed to stop her from her eagerness to go inside. I mean Heck, I've only dressed as Hannah maybe.. 3 times before? Must still be weird for her. Through my sunglasses, I knew she couldn't see my eyes as they stared back at her.

"Wow, you look so good.." she said in a breath slowly looking back up to my head. My eyes widened. Once again, thank the good Lord for sunglasses.

"Erm.. Thanks. I figure I make a good Hannah," I said bashfully as her manager climbed out of the car remarking about the place.

Miley raised an eyebrow and smiled, reaching a hand to the fake hair. "I guess, but you make a much better Lilly." She stepped around me to get my suitcase.

It took me a second, but then I breathed out a laugh and smiled, turning to shut the car door.

With a smile on her face the whole time, Miley hauled the square bag out of the trunk and headed into the house. I could not help but look at the house's size before following her up the stairs.

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The house was as old fashioned as I had imagined. It was finely decorated with that old, country touch. We ran up the stairs. The upper part of the hallway looked over the living room which was pretty neat. I admired some old photos on the wall. Halfway down the upstairs hallway, one of the dozens of picture frames caught my eye.

The photo was enclosed by a golden trim. I moved closer to inspect it. Robbie Ray was in the picture. He looked years younger as he crouched on one knee. Beside him was a young blonde boy and a curly haired brunette girl plopped on the ground, guitar in her hands. She was very smiley and there were a few spaces in her teeth. She had to be barely 6 years old.

Huh. A child version of Miley. She was as adorable now as she was then. My lips started to form a smile. Hard to think that only 5 years later I would be meeting that same little girl in the photo.

"Lillyyyy.." I heard whined down the hallway. Miley was still holding the huge suitcase. Oh jeeze. Her arms were probably about to fall off!

"Coming!" I said, scurrying down the hall as fast as I could in those platform shoes. As I ran, I tripped on the throw rug covering the floorboards. I stumbled a few steps, trying to catch my balance. If being ungraceful was a sport, I'd have tons of trophies.

I grabbed the banister and ended up spinning myself 180 degrees around and lose my balance completely.

"Eeep!" I cried falling back, closing my eyes and preparing myself for the landing. There was a distant thud and the sensation of collision. Only this collision was much softer than a floor. Actually, it felt like doing trust falls in Drama class... which involves two people.

"Oof!" That is definitely a person. "Lilly, I see you're no less clumsy than before," Miley said, catching her breath and beginning to push me up. She chuckled. I stood completely and turned around. I noticed the suitcase left abandoned a few feet behind her. Must have been that thud..

"Wow, thanks Miles," I said, bending to remove Hannah's stupid shoes. "I owe you."

"No, you don't." Her tone had grown serious in that one sentence. I finished taking the shoes off and looked back at her. Her happy eyes now had guilt and regret playing over them. "I owe you. Gosh I owe you so much." Uh oh. Here comes the apology speech...

"Lilly, I am so sorry." She opened the door to her room and stumbled in, finding a spot immediately for the bag. I discarded my sunglasses onto the floor, noticing her iPod was playing some weird music in it's dock. "You are the best friend I have ever had, and when I thought that you weren't gonna talk to me that I might lose you forever-"

"Hey." I took her hand in mine making sure she was looking me square in the eye. It was nice seeing her true eye color again without it being obscured by a stupid Gucci accessory. "You couldn't lose me even if you wanted to.." I found it ironic how only a week ago I had thought the complete opposite. My tongue was speaking against my brain, not my heart.

"Good 'cause I don't want to." She yanked me forward into an abrupt hug.

Her arms went around my shoulders as mine locked around her lower back. Her face rested on my collar. I could smell her scent due to our close proximity. She smelled like vanilla honey and... homemade cookies! I felt her squeeze my shoulders a little and then she nuzzled her face into my neck even more. Her eyelashes somehow tickled the tiniest bit of exposed skin. It felt amazing to hold her like this; with such an intense emotion washing over us. But my stupid tongue had to have a mind of its own and babble out my guilty admission about the reporter.

"What?" Miley pushed me back with a stern yet hurt face. I was concentrating more on the lack of her sweet scent. "Lilly, you're the one who talked to the reporter? How could you?"

"Hey, I thought this was one of our 'you're sorry, I'm sorry' moments.."

She cooled down. "It is and I am and I swear Hannah will never come between us again." I had heard her say it before, but this time I knew it was true. I could tell from the moment I arrived that something had made her have a change of heart. This was from her heart and I couldn't be happier. I simply agreed, barely before there was a knock on the door.

"Miley?"

Who's that? I couldn't recognize the voice. Must be some family friend. Miley seemed hesitant before answering. "Uh..Yeah?"

"Can I tlak to you and Hannah for a minute?"

Haha. Silly you can't talk to Miley and Hannah since she's the same- oh no I'm Hannah! My eyes widen and I look at her. I can't be Hannah! She has to be Hannah!

"You be Hannah! I can't be her-" I whispered harshly, shoving the wig into Miley's hands.

Miley just chucked it back at me. "-You're Hannah!"

"I can't be Hannah!" I chucked it back.

She threw it back again. And this went on for about 3 more tosses. I threw it hard at her face.

"Stop it!"

Outside the door came the woman's voice again. "It-It's kinda important.."

Miley and I were far from listening.

"No." She grunted at my defiance. "Stop.." I snapped my fingers in her face, but she imitated me. Oh yeah, real mature Miley. "..doing this!" Huh. Looks like that 6 year old mentality hadn't yet left her, even 10 years later.

"Wah?" Caught up in my thoughts, Miley had grabbed my wrists and walked me backwards. "St-!"

"Go!" she breathed through her teeth.

We hit the bed. I collapsed with a loud 'oof!'. I struggled against her weight on top of me. "Miles-" She surprisingly proved to be much more powerful as she straddled me, forced my arms at my side, and quickly reached up to get a cloth to cover my eyes.

I felt her hot breath beside my face. "Be. Quiet." She hurriedly rolled off of me and said in the sweetest of voices "Come in!"

I could only hear the door creek open and pray Miley was going to cover this situation.

The visitor seemed alarmed. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize-"

"-No worries.. Ah.. This is just a little distressing. It helps with Hannah's jet lag," Miley whispered as I felt something misty on my showing skin. Perfume? Mmm. Lilly likey.

"Jet lag? But I thought California was only 2 hours-"

"-Yes! But you see, umm.." Good going smart one. I had to stifle my giggle. "Hannah only flies West to East so ah.. she um.. She gains time. Sometimes she has to go the long way around. She's uh actually getting younger." Miley Miley Miley.. You are such a bad liar. Even I wouldn't fall for this lie. "..You want somethin'?"

"Oh, yeah.." The guest stepped closer to the bed as I felt Miley adjusting my sheets. I waved to the woman. "Hi Hannah. I'm Loralie." Huh. I like that name a lot. It's like my favorite show back home, Gilmore Girls. "We're all just so grateful that you're here."

Awww! I love feeling appreciated. "Oh, well I never- oww!" What the Hell?! My foot! Ow!

I heard Miley chuckle. "Foot massage." Her hands were now kneading my feet. That hurt. She better massage them for a while now. "It's very L.A." Hah. I wish. I'd get them all the time if that were true.

I heard Miley's dad calling and apparently Miley didn't tell him I, or hannah, was coming. She let go of my feet, to my displeasure. It felt good..

"Oh well then I'll take over."

I inhaled sharply and stiffened at Loralie's offer.

Miley seemed to hesitate. "No.. Uh.. You see. Hannah considers me her personal, you know.. There's these things.. Ugh. Fine." What? Miley? Are you leaving? No! Don't! I'm bad at thinking things up on my own! "Oh! But no talking." Thank you!

I heard the door slam and knew she had left. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not screw up. This was going to be hard. I was alone with someone I had never ever met before. And then said person was massaging my feet.. Oh, and was very good at it.

She began talking to me and I knew I wasn't supposed to answer. Miley had just made that painfully clear. Every so often I'd grunt or give a thumbs up to seem interested. At some point I would probably pretend to doze off.

Really, though, I let my thoughts wonder. Heh. At least she didn't walk in on us in that position before. Can you say awkward? Of course we've been in that position before via tickle fights, average fights or an accidental fall with perfect placement. You can name them all, we've done it. But having someone walk in on such a state.. Well that could more difficult to explain. It's not that the idea didn't thrill me or anything..

Some more minutes passed and Rabbie Ray came in. He didn't seem pleased. Tsk tsk, Miles. At some point, my foot massage stopped and I became more aware of their conversation and well... their almost kiss. My cough interrupted it. I did not have to see that. The two eventually scurried out of the room, leaving me to lie there alone.

What a day. Being Hannah, coming to Tennessee, seeing Miley, hugging Miley, and even watching Robbie Ray almost land a woman...

Damn. If only I could somehow manage that.

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A.N.: ugh. this took too long. this was the best liley scene in the movie so it was hard to write since, well, the movie scene was just soooo sweet. lol i think two more chapter actually take place during the movie. then there are the last 3 that are beyond the movie ^_^ haha they're actually pretty much done.