Ey, you must be wondering why I'm early: I'm goin' to SoCal next week! So I needed a proper farewell since I didn't tell you guys last time. And don't worry, I wrote this chapter awhile ago. It's not like I crammed it in one whole day, lol (But that would be so cool if I just wrote a chapter a day!). Anyways, here's how it all started. The beginning's kinda boring but I really hope you don't mind!!! Just read all the way to the end, please?
About the plot: I was inspired by watching the Korean Drama, "Full House." It was absolutely fantastic! I've watched for more than like five times and I've decided to make it into a Liley fic. I was like, 'maybe I should make this a Lilly/Jake fic," but then it just wasn't worth it and it wouldn't be original. Anyways, a few situations are similar to the KDrama itself, but I've added my own dramatic twists to it so it'll make it intriguing (I hope, lol).
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of it's characters, the creators do. Consrtuctive criticism is helpful! Remember to review!
P.S: I've only been out of state once and that was to Las Veags. And I was only seven or eight at the time. I'm sorry for the vague details about the upcoming state I've chosen to be as a setting. I've only got Google by my side, lol. Um, like I've said before, the beginning's totally tedious, but bare with me; it'll only get better!
The sound of the constant annoying beeping stirred Lilly awake from her beauty sleep. Her jaw and neck cracked as she yawned and stretched out of bed. Her eyes glanced toward the analog clock set among the 'junk' on her bedside table.
11:30 already? Wow, what did I do all night? She thought as she stepped out of bed and slipped on her slippers and wore her horn-rimmed glasses. Scratching an itch on her left shoulder, she slid open her bedroom door and walked down the stairs aligned right next to her room. Her footsteps plunked loudly against the hardwood set of stairs and plunked even louder when she reached the first floor's glazed cement that reminded her of Costco's.
Yawning, she went to the bathroom and sighed. The same routine became tedious at points, but it helps her get through her writer's block. She picked up her dainty little toothbrush and applied a dab of Aquafresh toothpaste. Somehow, today, the toothpaste looked quite interesting.
Red, white, and blue…Aha! She sped out the room with brush in mouth and went up to the second floor, only taking the other set of stairs that spirals up next to the living room. Jackets, pillows, shirts, pants, any kind of clothing started to rain down to the floor from the rail as Lilly thumped up the stairs.
"I am a geniuth!" she spat as she started to type down her thoughts about patriotic colors on her desktop. The fluoride in her mouth started to foam and she skipped back down, finishing up her morning wash. "Red, white, and blue with a hint of mint! America can keep fresh and can stay clean in minty condition…" she thought out loud. Apparently she didn't see the basket filled with clothes when she was walking out of her room. "Ah, damn. Maybe I should do the laundry…"
Walking over to the kitchen, she yawned once again as she rubbed her eyes. Crap! It's Wednesday! She hurriedly ran up the spiral stairs and changed into her jogging outfit.
I can't believe I forgot that Jackson's coming over today. Argh, I wonder what he wants to show me this time. Damn it, where the hells are my running shoes?
Lilly searched underneath her so-called 'made' bed and in her closet. No running shoes to be found. Although she did find a good clean pair of socks. Slipping then on as she ran down the stairs for what seems to be the fourth time today; she tried to find her pair of shoes on the first floor.
"Aha! Gotcha!" She stuck her hand inside the closet downstairs and ripped it out. It was a bad idea to do so after the stacks of jackets and boxes fell on top of her. She yelped and eventually made her way out from the small avalanche. After putting on her shoes, she debated if she should clean up now or after her run.
"Later is good." Procrastination got to the better of her and went and grabbed her hat that was sitting on the marbled kitchen island. "And maybe cleaning the dishes would be good, too." Lilly then walked to the sliding door which separated the front door from the house just by a few feet and started to go for a run. "Clean the dishes, sort the closet, and do the laundry; my checklist for the day."
Today was a good day, unlike the days prior. Nothing terrible could happen if she got an idea for an essay so early in the morning.
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Miley woke up to the sound of digital beeping. Her long arm lazily smacked it to the floor. A throbbing pain began to linger near her temples and she groaned as she sat up and cracked her neck.
"Miley, time to move it. You have a flight to New York for your movie promos." Miley sighed as the voice from the other side of the door disappeared. "Come on! Your flight's in three hours!"
"Okay, Marge, I get the hint!" she yelled back.
"Oh, and don't forget, you have a concert while you're there, too!"
God damn it, why can't she just shut the hell up?! "Okay! I know! I remember!"
Miley finally opened her eyes and muttered wordless mumbles under her breath. She hated doing this; stay at one place for a night (sometimes at most three nights), then leave the next morning. She hated this. For once in her life she just wanted to settle in one place and just stay there and get away from the paparazzi. Apparently, having two separate lives doesn't really help much if she's just going out as Hannah Montana most of the time.
Okay, maybe not most of the time, but the whole time. So much for living the best of both worlds.
Finally all dressed up as herself and not as her alter ego, Miley packed up her purse and small suitcase. She paged Marge, her red-headed manager, to let her take the Hannah stuff and send it to Malibu's airport.
"Marge, I'm set. Let's just get this over with." The brunette sulked over to her manager and yawned.
"Boy, what did you do last night? Go out partying again?" Marge teased and opened the newspaper she was holding on her lap.
Miley didn't hear what she was saying and nodded herself to sleep again. Until a loud snap woke her up again. "Huh? Wha-what happened?"
"Miley," her manager started to say. Miley didn't like where this was going. "I cannot believe you did this again." She straightened out the paper in front of her client's face and smacked it. In a big, red bold font, the letters pointed out that she was going to hell again. "You are ruining yourself! Your image! Ruined, again!"
Miley gulped. "Look, I can explain. I just –"
"Okay, ladies, I got everything ready, let's go head out to the airport." The concierge came over. Miley took in a breath and let it out silently. She reminded herself to pay him a really good tip.
"Don't think you're done with this," the red-head sneered as they walked out. "You, me, and Stan are gonna be having a mini-conference before we go to New York. So don't even think that you're lucky."
"Damn it." Miley tried not to strain the slightly older woman in public.
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Lilly finally reached back home and stretched out her kinks before she went back in. When she was done, she walked in and was surprised that the mess that she made was all cleaned up. Freaking out, she cautiously crept over to the refrigerator to see if the food were still in there. Thankfully they were still there.
"Okay…either this house actually does have magical powers…or someone broke into my house and cleaned it all up and – Oh my god, Jackson, what the hell are you doing here?!" Lilly fell back against the kitchen island and knocked down the glass of water she set down on the marbled table.
"Oh, come on! I just mopped the floor! Can't you be more considerate, squirt?" Jackson stood up from the couch in the living room and took the mop that was leaning against the dinner table.
"Wh-wh-what did you do to my house?" Lilly walked around, observing inch by inch. "Why is everything so spotless? You barely clean up, let alone your own apartment that's messy; why don't you clean your own place then?"
"Because," he heaved as he squeezed out the water from the mop to the bucket. "Because, it's your half-birthday!"
"My half-birthday? Jackson, my birthday itself will be in six weeks." Lilly crossed her arms and leaned against one of the two columns that hold up the second floor above the kitchen. "Jackson Rod Stewart, what is going on?"
"Okay, okay, no need to full-name me. You got me." He made his way towards the dinner table and propped his head in his hands. "Can't you blame a guy who cares for a woman?"
"Care for me? You care for me?" Lilly said as a joke. "Seriously, Jackson, what's going on?"
"Nothing, I just thought maybe…" he stuck his hand to his pocket protector and took out a bunch of folded up papers. "I got all-expense paid tickets to New York and front-row tickets to see Hannah Montana in concert over there." He smacked them down on the middle of the table. "Oh, almost forgot, backstage passes, too!"
Lilly slowly approached the tickets and held them in her hand. Questions raced in her mind. "Oh my god, how did you get these?!" Her face lit up. "Front-row and backstage passes? Jackson, this is amazing!"
"I know! And I got it all for free!" That made Lilly shut up. "What? Free stuff can be good, too!"
"Jackson, nothing in the world could be free! Especially…whoa! First class airplane tickets? No fucking way." Lilly set them down before she could get too attached with the tremendously great deal.
"What? You don't want them?" The young dirty blond piled them all up in a neat stack. "I mean, I worked my ass off gettin' these babies."
"You're giving them to me? Jackson…What's going on?" Lilly sat down and held her friend's hand. "If you're in trouble, you can always come to me."
Jackson gulped and started to sweat a little. "I'm-I'm in no trouble! Geez, where'd that come up?" his voice pitched a bit higher.
"Okay, okay." Jackson exhaled softly. Thank god Lilly was a bit…naïve at times. "But where'd you get this? I mean, this must've cost a lot of money! You must've gotten some connections. Like really good connections."
"You have no idea…" he mumbled.
"What?"
"No, nothing. I mean I got them from my sister. She's the one who can pull strings like these."
"Wow, you have a sister? I never knew that. Well then, she must be seriously good then." Jackson mouth shrugged as Lilly nodded to herself. "Is she a con artist? I mean, these must've been like a living hell to get."
"She's not a con. But she's very tricky." He chuckled nervously. "And she can be a little bitch at times."
"What?" Lilly asked absent-mindedly, shuffling the tickets in hand.
"Nothing just that she likes to be a witch for Halloween, heh. That's all. So are you gonna go to New York?"
"Yea, I guess so. I mean, I haven't really been out of Malibu since high school…'cuz of y'know…" Lilly muttered.
"I'm really sorry, Lilly, really, I am." Jackson sympathized. At this moment, Jackson started to second guess about what he's doing. No, she needs it. "And that's why I'm doing this. You need to get out of this place, go see the world from the other side! Plus, it'll be good for your journalist ideas. Maybe it'll get through your writer's block!"
"Yea, yea it will! When do I go?" she perked up.
"Today! Her concert's tomorrow night and her movie promo is tonight, so maybe you can see her there, too." Somehow, Jackson regretted saying that.
"Today?!" she shrieked. "Jackson! I-today-not ready! What?!" She stood up from her seat and knocked down the seat to the floor.
"I reserved a room for you at the Grand Hyatt. It's an awesome place –"
"Jackson! Since when did you get all this money from? You still owe me the thirty bucks from last month!" Lilly paced back and forth.
"See, I'm paying you back now like this. Aren't you even considering going now?" Jackson pleaded.
Lilly stayed quiet for a moment. She sat back down and held her hands together. What to do, what to do? "Why are you doing this all of a sudden? I mean, one moment you're this obnoxious –"
"Hey! I resent that!"
"– male that lives in his junk –"
"Like you're one to say. Have you seen the junk that you have everywhere? I mean, that's why they created closets and drawers."
"– and then you come in all of a sudden, clean my place 'til it literally shines from top to bottom. And you don't like to clean! And then as if that isn't enough to please me, the tickets come in…Something's fishy…"
Jackson gulped. "Okay, the thing is –"
Lilly shook her head. When was she going to get a deal like this again? This was a free chance and it's hers for the taking! "No, no. You know what? Forget it! I'm goin' to New York!"
"You are?" Jackson looked up to her eyes and saw happiness. He didn't know it would go this easy…
"Hell yea! C'mon, I need help packing up stuff." Lilly ran up the stairs and left Jackson alone by himself.
Was this it? Was this how simple it was going to be? If this was his opportunity knocking, he'll open it and take it for grabs anytime of the day.
"Sweet nibblets, I'm gonna live!! Whoo-hoo!!!"
"Jackson!"
"Coming!" This was the day that Jackson will never forget.
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Miley knew she was going to get a beating from Stan, her slowly balding publicist agent. But how could she even help herself if a really super cute famous guy asked her to go out, then go to a bar and eventually get drunk? It was the hormones, she kept on telling them.
"C'mon, Marge! If the Jonas Brothers asked you to go out with them, you would've said yes, right?"
"Miley," Stan interrupted and slammed the newspaper down on his office desk. "This," he pointed to picture of Hannah making out with a person that didn't look even close to Joe, Nick, and Kevin themselves, "is not going to help you. Even if you have a new CD and a movie coming out soon, they won't help you." The mid-aged man sighed loudly and sunk back into his seat.
Miley cowered and held her purse closer to her. "You've got to control yourself, Miley. I don't care if you live two different lives or if boys ask you out exclusively, because Hannah is at the top now. If you keep this up, you will be burned. You've got to stop all these tabloids about Hannah being a slutty little whore, even if it may be true."
Miley gaped and pouted. "He's got a point, Miley. You've got to stop doing this. You'll end up hurting yourself." Marge picked up her cup of coffee and slurped it up.
"You're right, I have to stop. It's a bad habit." Miley propped her head on her hand. This was getting nowhere. She wants out of this stupid paparazzi world. It's like she's the top buy of the shoots, right after Brangelina and Jessica Simpson with a sudden weight gain (again). Oh and don't forget Jon and Kate Plus Eight in another 'scandal' (oohh, scandalous!).
"Oh, I have some news about the place that you wanted. How do you like it: Two-story house with two bedrooms, one roomy bathroom, two sets of staircases – which one of the is a spiral set – and three plate glass windows lined together as a wall that looks off to the ocean." Marge hands a picture of the house to her. It looks pretty good, roomy, vast, clean, isolated. So far Miley likes it. "Oh, and it also has a small dock-ish porch that leads out to the beach. It's pretty sweet."
"Whoa," Miley skimmed over the pictures and reviews of the house. "This house…it's called 'Full House'? Why?"
Marge shrugged and finished drinking up her coffee. "C'mon, we have to go. We don't want you to be late. You have to change into Hannah right now, let's go." Marge left her cup on Stan's desk and wished him adieu. Stan did the same.
"Miley, honey. Please, you have to control yourself next time, okay? I trust in you to stop this nonsense very soon?"
Miley stood up and picked up her Hannah case she brought with her. "Yes sir. I'll be sober up in New York, you can count on that!" she winked.
"I bet you will, now have a good time over there!" Miley clicked the door shut and walked over to her personal fitting room.
Time to change? Yea right. It's time to party.
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"Okay, everything is set. You have your tickets, your baggage, your purse," Jackson stated. Then his mouth started to quiver and he brought his arms around the young blonde woman. "Oh my god, my little girl is growing up!"
"Jackson," Lilly slapped his arm, "let go of me, you're making a big fuss." A family of five looked at them weirdly. "Hey how's it goin', heh. Jackson, let go of me!" she seethed to his ear.
After a good three minutes, Jackson finally let go. "I'm sorry, but…it's just…Oh come here."
Lilly put a hand on his chest before he could hug her again. "Okay, Jackson, they're calling my flight. I'll miss you." This time Lilly hugged her close friend gently and he hugged back gently. "Make sure to water the plants, 'kay? And make sure to keep the house clean, since you love to clean it so much," she laughed.
Jackson gulped and tears nearly sprung. "I-I'm sorry. Here, take this. You're gonna need it." He took out his wallet and handed three hundred and seventy dollars to her.
"Jackson! I can't take that! I already have enough money. I'm thinking you're gonna need it more than me." Lilly teased, "Man, I never knew you had that much money in there, dang. Why'd you need thirty bucks from me then?"
The young man clenched his jaw. "Just take it, okay? Stop being so stubborn! Here, take it, spend it on something useful." Lilly stared at him and eventually took it from his hands. "Good, now come here. Give me one more hug."
Lilly sniffed and mumbled to his shoulder. "Why are you being all emotional now? It's not like I'm leaving for good. I'm going on vacation for a whole week! We'll see each other by then, right?" She pushed him away in arm's length and wiped her eyes.
"Ok, we should stop this," the boy sniffed. "Listen, if any hobo stalks you, remember the trick I showed you a few years ago –"
Lilly nodded. "I know, I know; chop off his balls and poke his eyes."
Both laughed. "Good, because you're like my lil' sis. My other lil' sis, I mean."
"Ok." The final announcement for Lilly's flight was called and it was time for her to go. "Alright! Wish me luck! I'll see ya later! I'll call you when I get there!" Lilly started to walk in to the separate room. She waved and he waved back with a sad smile.
Sighing, he put his hands in his pockets and walked away. This is not a bad mistake. I'm not doing this for a bad thing. It's a good thing. Everyone will be happy, except for Lilly. She'll kill me when she comes back. No, stop it. I'll explain everything to her once she gets back; I'm sure she'll understand, I mean, she's Lilly.
God, please tell me I'm doing the right thing.
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"I'm sorry, Miley, I didn't know that the captain would reject at the last minute! It seems like the president is a lot more important than an international pop star promoting her movie and CD." Marge stood in line with Miley as Hannah Montana in tow at the first class line to New York.
"Marge, you are so lucky that there are people around, or else I would kill you now," the faux blonde grimaced. Families and workers gasped and pointed to the singer. Some took pictures and some others who were rushing to get by to the economy line stopped instantly to point and stare.
"Is that really her?"
"Duh, I mean, look! Her outfit, the one glove thing, her sparkly sneakers, and that stringy, yet gorgeous blond hair!"
"No way, she wouldn't stand in line for an airplane ticket! She would've been on her private jet by now!"
"Mommy! Mommy! Look it's Hannah Montana!"
Well, she thought deeply in her mind, at least no one's chasing her. "God, where's security when you need them?"
"Chill, it's not like they're grabbing you and chasing you." Marge stepped up and they were next in line.
"Why did you say that out loud? Now you're gonna jinx it!" Miley sighed. "Knock on wood, hello!"
"Wow. Just wow, Miley. I can't believe you'd think of something like that."
"Excuse me, Ms. Montana?" a little voice came from underneath. Miley rolled her eyes; thank god she was wearing sunglasses. "Hi, um, can I have your autograph?" Oh no, not now! If she signs this one, then that means everyone else will come over and ask for a signed autograph and a picture with her. C'mon, Marge, do something! Miley nudged her shoulder from behind.
"Oh, you're such a cute little girl! Now, Hannah, why don't you sign the little girl's book," Marge smirked and nudged her back. Miley raised her eyebrows in alarm and lowered her sunglasses to glare at her.
That's what you get for goofing off, girly.
You sneaky little bitch, you better watch your back now. You better know how to sleep with your eyes open, their thoughts communicated silently.
With no other choice, Miley exhaled her breath quietly and crouched down next to the small little girl. "Hi!" she exclaimed a bit too cheekily. "Sure you can!" Miley took the notebook 'gently' from the young girl's grasp and signed a quick 'HM' across the paper with a big heart and an 'xoxo' as usual.
"Wow…Is-is it ok that I can take a picture with you?" Miley, once again with no choice, nodded creakily. "Yay! You are the bestest person I have ever met!" Miley smiled to the camera, which she thought that it was the girl's mother who was taking the picture.
"Thanks so much, you've made my little girl happy again!" The mother said as they went back to their luggage cart. Great, now what? Oh look! Billions of people started to line up as the little girl who asked first left.
"Marge," she sighed. "I hate doing this!"
"Hey, don't look at me. They're your fans; they're the ones giving you their money! Remember that."
"And I'm paying you with their money, too. So shut up," Miley pursed her lips as she smiled to the camera for the fifteenth fan in a row.
"Next!" an employee called from behind the counter.
Oh thank the lord! "Sorry guys, but I've gotta jet. Thanks for your support!" She grabbed the red-head's arm. "C'mon, we need to go now."
After a long thirty-five minutes of ordering and buying first class tickets, Miley heaved her purse and Hannah box with her to the loading zone. "Sweet nibblets, I never knew how long it takes to buy and load stuff."
Marge scoffed while Miley grumbled. "I can't believe I have to sit next to these middle-high class people. They're so snobby nowadays."
Marge muttered something under her breath but quickly shut up. "What?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. Here are our seats. I'll get the window." Marge put her belongings up to the trunk above them and Miley did the same.
"Why do people keep on staring at me, it's getting annoying." Miley finally sat down and leaned her seat back and savored the leg room. "Alri –"
"Excuse me Miss, but this seat is reserved for someone else. I'll have to give you a different seat." A flight attendant with the passenger behind her bowed down next to her and smiled sweetly to her. "Please, let's move over here."
"Crazy flight attendant say what? I'm sorry, but I have a ticket that says that this is my seat, see?" Miley ripped out her ticket and pointed to the seat number.
"I'm sorry, but this is incorrect. I'm sorry Miss, but you will have to move." Miley gaped at her then turned quickly to her manager.
"You are the worst manager in the history of worst managers in the world!" Miley huffed and stood up, grabbed her stuff from the trunk and followed the blue uniformed woman to her next seat.
"Here is your seat and enjoy your flight to New York. Just dial this number if you need anything, thank you." And with that helpful greeting, she quickly walked away towards the economy cabin.
Sighing harshly, she hit her head back against the head cushion. "What (hit) the (hit) hell (hit) is (hit) wrong with me (hit, hit, hit, then a special un-rhythmic foot stomp with a ruthless squeeze against the arm rest)!"
"Oh my god." Oh no, not now! "You're Hannah Montana!" Give me a break! Just kill me now, kill (hit) me (hit) now.
The plane started to shake as it started to speed up along the runway. "Oh my god, it's shaking! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!"
The young woman's grasp around her wrist started to cut her blood circulation. She tried to yank it away, but the woman holds it even tighter.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, you are now free to roam around the cabin. You may unbuckle your seatbelts now."
Miley pulled off her arm from the grasp and seethed. Who the hell does that woman think she is? Just when Miley thought there could be peace and silence, this woman can't help but not shut the fuck up!
"I'm so sorry about before. It's just that it's my first time riding an airplane since my school trip to D.C…Anyways, my name's Lilly Truscott, and I'm a huge fan of yours. I love your song –"
"Yea, yea, I heard it all before. You like my song, da-da-da, and you listen to it every single day of every single moment." Miley took her blindfold and put it around her head. "And blah, blah, blah, thanks for listening to my songs. Now can we just rest? Thank you."
Lilly knitted her eyebrows together and was taken by surprise. My-oh-my, someone's being a little bit hissy. Lilly scooted back into her seat and folded her newspaper into fourths and slid it in the pouch in front of her.
Now I know why she's always in these controversies every single week. She deserves it because of that, sheesh, just appreciating her work. Since when is that a such crime?
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The door bell rang and he rushed up to open the sliding door first than the main front door. He stopped, though, right when his hand gripped the door handle. This was the right choice right? He's only trying to save himself from the notorious groups. He needed this, his sister needed this. It's a win-win…and lose situation. Losing a best friend was the last thing he wanted, but did he really have any other choice?
He opened the door and welcomed the guest with a charming smile. "Hello, thanks for coming. My name's Jackson Stewart and I'll be giving you a quick tour of the house that you will be buying today."
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Already into the second hour of the five hour long journey to New York, Lilly's stomach was grumbling. She would've asked earlier, but she fell asleep and her ears felt weird all plugged up and stuff.
"Hi, can I have some food?" Lilly asked, reaching over to whisper to the attendant, not wanting to disturb the singer next to her.
"Sure, do you want lunch or dinner?" The blue uniformed lady took out two menus. Lilly eyed both but picked the dinner one instead. "Our dinner special is filet mignon with green beans and our special sauce. The other is a special halibut grilled to the crisp –"
"I'll have both specials, please, thank you." The attendant bowed her head and walked back to the small kitchen area. When the lady in uniform said all of that, her mouth literally started to water.
"Oh, god, I need food now." Lilly laid her head back and glanced over to the pop star singer right sleeping right next to her. Wow, sleeping for two hours straight, she must've been partying like crazy last night then. The blindfold looked like it was suffocating her cheekbones and Lilly was tempted to fix it for her, but a few moments later, the specials came and Lilly's mouth watered. What the hell, she could wait…
By the time Lilly was all done with her dinner, Hannah woke up and Lilly was completely stuffed.
"Oh my god, never in my life will I eat like that again…"
"Ugh, what is that smell?" Miley took off her blindfold and stretched out her face. "It smells like…"
"It's filet mignon and grilled halibut. I swear, I always wonder how they make the food on the plane. But then again, I'd rather not. I hate it when people tell me that the food I ate was artificially made. Yuck." Lilly levered her seat back and propped her legs up. "Now this is the life…Hey! That's just like from your song. This is the life, hold on tight. This is the dream –"
"Please, for our sake, please stop singing." Miley rolled her eyes and walked her way to the restroom.
"Geez, what's up with her and her bitchy mood?" Lilly mumbled herself to sleep.
"Excuse me, how long until we finally reach Kennedy?" Miley asked to one of the attendants.
"Only for three and half more hours."
"Thanks." Sighing, Miley stomped back to her seat next to blabbermouth Barbie and closed her eyes. She was totally not expecting this. Canceled flight from her private jet, another tabloid in the national's top-selling newspapers, and in just a few more hours, she has to go to the hotel to check in then go straight to Times Square for a stinking movie promo. Then the next day she has a concert at the same place and a morning interview with Good Morning America, The Today Show, and an afternoon interview with David Letterman. And for the whole day the next day, she has to do a CD signing at Virgin's and a photoshoot for a magazine. When will she ever get a break?
Once I move into that new place, I'm so taking a break on the pop star life.
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"Excuse me Miss, but we have arrived. It's time to leave now." Lilly moaned and smacked her lips. Yawning, she subconsciously folded up the blanket and put it on the empty seat next to her. Wait, empty?
"Oh crap. How long was I asleep?" But before the woman could reply, Lilly grabbed her stuff from the trunk above and sped off the plane. Rushing inside, she grabbed her luggage and double-checked her stuff. "Ok, purse, wallet, baggage, extra backpack…" Lilly pulled out a bright neon pink handbag under her own purse she meshed together. On it was a patch with a Louis Vuitton brand and a customized 'HM' lettering right on the middle. Lilly gaped at the sight of the bag she held in her hands. "Oh my god, Hannah Montana's purse! Oh my god, oh my god."
What should she do with it? Lost and found station? No, she's lost herself, so she can't exactly find a lost and found station now. She turned her head once she heard shrieks that could break her eardrums.
"I love you, Hannah!!!" They screamed and screamed as Hannah was in the middle of at least more than fifteen huge bodyguards that made their way out to the front. Lilly, who quickly took her stuff and grabbed her belongings, ran over to where the mosh-pit was happening.
"Wait! Wait!!! I have your purse! Oof! Hey let go of me! Hey! I have something that belongs to her!" One of the bigger security guards of the airport lifted her up and dropped her to a bench. "Hey, wait a sec! I have her – oh forget it. It's pointless." She walked back to get her scattered baggage and walked outside to hail for a taxi.
Luckily, she got one after five minutes of being outside. "Grand Hyatt Hotel please." During the ride, she rummaged through Hannah's ginormous Louis Vuitton handbag. Whoa, a Sidekick, iPhone, and lots of make-up. Damn, talk about 'natural' beauty. She took out a small black notebook that had several phone numbers and important dates. It turns out she was also planning on staying at the Grand Hyatt for a whole business week then back to Malibu to check out a brand new house. Huh, interesting…Lilly thought she would've had something more intriguing like party favors and such, but then she thought that every famous celebrity needs their fair share of privacy.
Skimming through the pages, something fell out and scrambled out on the floor. "Oops." Lilly picked them up carefully without crumbling them. One by one, she observed the Kodak pictures. Most of them had a mid-aged woman with long beautiful brown hair. In each picture she was either horseback riding on a horse or smiling genuinely to the camera while doing something. She seemed like a nice person to be with. All the other pictures had a young girl that looked just like the older woman. They looked extremely close together. Lilly wondered what they were doing in the singer's notebook.
One last picture had one with the whole family, Lilly guessed. One red-headed grandma, who was standing next to a big round balding man, was glaring at another woman who had the most outrageous hairstyle and a big bust, while the other side had the young brunette from the previous pictures and then there was another girl who looked exactly like her, only except she was wearing cat-eyed glasses. Lilly wondered why there was never a picture of the two identical brunettes together.
There was another set of twins, but only older and they were both mid-aged men with bob-like hair. One was wearing a polo shirt with faded jeans while the other was wearing cowboy attire. Wow, even twins could be complete opposites, Lilly thought. Then to finish it off, there was the older brunette from the previous pile of pictures who was holding, from what looks like to Lilly, a ten-year old boy with dirty blonde hair with natural light blonde highlights. Lilly brought the picture closer to her to scan the picture slowly. The young boy looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on who it really is. Darn the stupid lighting; why is it so dark now? It's only 4 o'clock – Oh, never mind. Lilly almost forgot about the sudden time change from Pacific to Eastern Time zones. Wow, I feel stupid.
Eighteen miles later, they finally arrived in front of Grand Hyatt Hotel. Lilly paid her fare and took her belongings into the giant hotel. As she walked in, she felt particularly small. The lobby was huge. People of business, families, and couples of all sorts bustled to and fro. Heels and sneakers squeaked and clicked along the marbled tile floors. Children ran along the many stairs and escalators, while their parents sat and talked next to the many structures planted in the middle of the lobby.
"If you're gonna go in, then go in; no need to block the entrance, lady," a rough voice came from behind her.
She snapped out of her trance and turned around to see people glaring at her. "Oh, s-sorry, didn't mean to. I-I just –"
"Yea, yea, just move it!"
Lilly gasped and stomped her way towards the counter. "Geez, lousy attitudes much?" she muttered. A few moments later, she was up next and called for her reserved room. "Hi, my name's Lilly Truscott and I reserved a room here until Monday."
"Okay, just a second." Lilly tapped the counter with her nails and whistled under her breath. From the corner of her eye, she saw a big blob of white light and heard screams like she was back in the airport. She turned around to see signs being waved above everyone's heads. Lilly tried to make out what it read, but she knew who it was addressed to: Hannah Montana.
"Excuse me, Ms. Truscott, here's your room key. It's up on the twenty-eighth floor. Do you need a bellboy?" Lilly shook her head, distracted by the flashing lights going on. "Okay then. The elevators are just straight down the lobby, and just turn right once you reach the end. Thank you and I hope you enjoy your stay here at Grand Hyatt Hotel in New York."
Once again, Lilly nodded absent mindedly and pulled her luggage and held her purse and Hannah's purse with her along the way. Should she go up and tell Hannah that she has her purse? Yea right, as if she wants to get sucker punched in the gut again. She should wait until tomorrow. Yawning, she walked to the end of the lobby until a small kid blocked her way and ran right into her stomach. Either way, Lilly did get punched in the gut again.
The young blonde tourist groaned and dropped the bags she was holding in front of her. "Damn it, stupid parents; they should watch their kids where they're going. God, that kid's like a freakin' bull!" She knelt down and gathered the things that fell out from her own and the celebrity's purse.
"Need help with that?" Two Van shoes came into her view and a deep yet gentle voice came from above. The person crouched down and Lilly looked up to see who this charming young man might be.
"Yea," she smiled back. "Yea, that would be great, thanks."
He nodded. Lilly thought it would be weird to wear a Nor-Cal cap with Ray-Bans inside a building, especially when it's dark outside. Oh well, he must be sensitive to light. After everything was all put in order, she thanked the stranger.
"You're welcome, just be more careful next time." The man lowered his sunglasses and winked to her. His voice sounded similar to – Then Lilly gaped.
"You-you-you-you're J-J –"Of course, it all made sense; the disguise and his voice and his dirty blonde hair hidden beneath the cap! But he stopped her by shushing her. He nodded quietly and winked to her again.
"Take care," he waved and walked to where Hannah was just bombarded by fans. Lilly could not believe it. Today was really a special day.
First, her best friend comes over to surprise her and clean her house spotless, which he then gives her an all-expense paid trip to New York in the one of the best hotels in the state, front row tickets and backstage tickets to see Hannah Montana, then not only does she get to see Hannah on stage and behind the scenes, but also to sit next to her in first class. And then, as if that isn't enough, she gets helped by the one and only Jake Ryan.
Oh my god. I think I'm going to faint.
And that she did.
I sense more drama coming your way. Any thoughts? Leave them here!