Whooo! New chapter! And this time, it's going somewhere! Yay! And I read the last chapter...wow, I just noticed how terrible it is...It's so filler-ish. Yuck. Well, I'm glad we're over that part of the story, lol. This chapter will explain some of your questions, I hope.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of its characters, the creators do.
P.S: TCA's tomorrow! Who's excited? (Apart from the JoBros hosting it, geez. Who cares about them, lol, jk)
The phone rang and Lilly picked it up. "Hello?" A muffled voice came from the other side. "Kay, I'll be right up." She closed the phone on the receiver and laughed to herself. This was going to be easy as pie. Everything was going according to plan so far.
She picked up the prized bag and stuffed it in a black plastic bag. Rushing out the door, she went down the elevator, through the front lobby, up the main stairs, and went up the other elevator to the thirty-fourth floor to Hannah Montana's private suite. Lilly caught her breath when she arrived at the front of the singers big doors. "Open up, it's Lilly," she knocked.
Hannah opened up with a towel crown on her head. She was wearing a silky purple robe and Lilly greeted her with a smile. "Hey nice to meet you again!"
"Uh-huh, same here. Get in." Hannah slightly glared at her for being so discourteous. Doesn't she know who she is? "Where's my bag?"
"Right here," Lilly set down the plastic bag on the chair as it rustled down to a rest. Hannah jolted for it, but Lilly blocked it. "Wait a sec. Do you remember the note? We need to make a deal."
Sweet niblets, the nerve of this woman. Hannah sighed curtly, "Fine, let's make it quick. What do you want?"
Lilly checked her nails as she said, "Three thousand dollars."
The pop star gaped. Three thousand dollars?! What the hell was she thinking?! "What're you gonna do with three thousand?!"
Lilly took in a breath and told her story. "Look, I got robbed and scammed and my bank account's been terminated. In one whole day. I checked my account yesterday and it was completely fine. So, in two words, I'm broke. So I need money. Are you willing to trade?"
What the hell was this woman thinking? Was she on drugs or something? Getting three thousand isn't done by asking; Miley earned that money by working her ass off every day and night! "If trying to do a sob story, it ain't working. No way; deal's off." Why the hell is she so freaking blunt in front of an international pop star? It's rude!
"Okay then, I'll keep your purse." Lilly stood up and took the plastic bag and swung it over her shoulder. "Huh, maybe I should've just sold it on eBay. That would've been easier and I would've gotten more money," Lilly purposely raised her voice.
The singer mentally groaned. "Fine," she snapped. Curse her for having the disadvantage. "Give me my purse first. My wallet's in there." Lilly, sitting back down on the couch facing the coffee table, dangled the black bag in front of the person standing before her. Hannah grabbed the bag from her taunting reach and glared at her.
The weight of the towel crown on her head suddenly felt heavy. "Did you go snoopin' 'round my purse?" Maybe that's why she's acting so arrogant around her; Lilly found out that she's living two different lives. Miley held her breath until the blonde answered shortly.
"I didn't. Sheesh, I don't go around and butt into people's personal business. Psh," Lilly waved it off. The singer eyed her carefully. Lilly bit her tongue. Who was she to judge so quickly? How improper of her.
Miley stayed quiet and sat down as she unzipped her beloved purse. Everything was still in there and in the right order. She checked any calls on her sidekick and found seventeen new voice messages from Jake. Miley felt sick all of a sudden. She cursed herself for being so irresponsible. Quickly, she clicked it shut and threw it aside in her bag. She shouldn't worry about her love life now. Some person, a reckless, stupid person, is openly asking for three big ones.
"Check or cash?"
"Huh?" Lilly spaced out.
"Do you want it in check or cash," Miley almost cursed. Damn her! If she wanted this so badly, she would've been attentive!
"Oh, um cash please."
Miley rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Be right back." She went to the other room where Marge was and closed the door behind her, leaving Lilly alone. Marge put down the newspaper she was reading and asked her how if the girl waiting the in other room had her purse. "Yea she does, and she's so frustrating!" Seething, she asked Marge for the key to open the desk drawer. "Freaking…god! Why the hell won't this thing open?!" Miley gave up and plopped down on the carpet floor.
"Miley, what happened?" Marge turned to face her client.
"He called. He called me seventeen times, Marge. Seventeen times. Now he's definitely not going to talk to me anymore."
The red headed woman sighed and patted the young girl's shoulder. "I'm tellin' ya, Mile," Miley perked her head up. No one's ever her called that. Not ever since she and her dad were on good terms. But that was a long time ago. "That boy is bad news." Miley suddenly had a flash of déjà vu for a moment. Her manager said it exactly the same her dad did. "Now, if he really did care for you, he would've left more than seventeen and your phone would still be ringing now, wouldn't it?" Miley nodded and got up and took the key and put it in the key slot.
The lock clicked open and Miley took out a black rectangle pouch. "Thanks Marge, I needed that," Miley offered a hug. She then took out the right amount and went out the door. Miley saw Lilly sitting cross-legged on the couch. The brunette grimaced. Who knows where those shoes have been. Miley decided she's not going to sit there anymore.
"Here you go," she shoved it in front of Lilly's face. Lilly blinked a few times. She looked back and forth to Hannah and the wad of cash she was holding.
"You actually hold three thousand dollars in cash?" Lilly didn't know whether to expect that or be surprise or find it funny.
The singer knitted her eyebrows together and huffed. "Do you want it or not?" she barked. She was sick of her arrogant and blunt attitude; it was driving her crazy.
"Chill, I'm taking it." Lilly took the folded wad of cash to her hands and shuffled the edges. The smell of fresh green paper sparked her senses and she stood up. "I'll see you later, bye!"
What the hell, was she expecting more from her? And she didn't even say thanks! "I don't get a thanks?" What a rude bitch.
"Hey," Lilly shrugged and turned around. "You didn't say thanks to me, so why should I say it? We're even. I gave you back your purse and you gave me my money. There, we're done. Bye!" Lilly walked out the door and closed it behind her.
Miley gaped. Oh no she didn't. She did not just do that. Oh, but she did and Miley was more than peeved. She's only met her once (not counting the airplane incident, since she was sleeping most of the ride here) for merely fifteen minutes and there was something about her that made Miley so…angry and impatient. She couldn't find any other adjective for the girl except for rude and stupid.
Miley sat down angrily on the opposite couch and crossed her arms. That girl (Lilly was her name) basically walked into her room and asked for three "Gs" and Miley did what she asked for. Face palming, Miley shook her head. "I can't believe I was so dumb not to react to that! Argh! The nerve of that girl!"
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Lilly sat in her room and poked the bundle of cash with her fingers. Playing with her cell phone, she debated to herself if she should call Jackson. After all, he was her only best friend. She didn't have as much friends after her parents' divorce and Ian's passing in high school.
The blonde dialed the boy's number and only reached his voice mail again. "Hey Jackson, why aren't you picking up? It's only three hours ahead here so it should be around eight back home." Lilly stayed quiet for a little while and let out a shaky breath. She decided not to tell him. "Just be sure to pick up next time, 'kay? Miss you! Bye!"
The dial tone clicked and Lilly stared at the phone's screen which went dark in seven seconds. She should be happy after getting three thousand from pop star, Hannah Montana. But why isn't she? Should she return the three thousand back? No way. No freaking way was she going to return it. Three thousand and ten dollars is all she has left, and she's going to put it in the bank.
Then what's making her worry?
Lilly flipped open her phone and dialed Jackson's number. Again, she only reached to the voicemail. Sighing, Lilly started, "Jackson, pick up next time! Geez. Anyways, I'm goin' home tomorrow. Why? Because I'm worried about you! Why aren't you picking up? Also because somehow my bank account's been rejected, so I have to check up on that. It's so weird though, yesterday I checked it and it was still fine. Today I checked it, everything was gone! Weird, but I'm okay now. I got three thousand smackaroonies from Hannah Montana. It's a long story, but I'll tell you once I'm home."
She didn't mean to blab on and on, it just naturally came out and once she starts, she can't stop talking. "But yea…I'll be coming home tomorrow, so look for me in the airport! Miss you! I'll see you tomorrow!"
Lilly was sure she was going home tomorrow. She was worried about Jackson. He hasn't been picking up her calls or he hasn't called her back ever since she arrived here. Lilly sighed. She climbed into bed and turned off the lights. Lord knows what he's been doing the past few days.
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Morning came and she forgot to close the curtains. Groaning, she carefully got up and stretched. She smiled out the window and set her hands on her hips. Today, she was going home.
Feeling all giddy and rejuvenated after her morning wash, she packed up all her belongings and double checked every single shelf and drawer. For a girl who got robbed, scammed, and terminated, she has an odd way of showing it. She herself was surprised, but she couldn't help but get excited that she was going back to her homey house and to Malibu. And maybe also getting three thousand dollars for free. Her good luck streak was coming back and nothing could go wrong.
Lilly sat on the desk chair and double checked her airplane ticket. Her eyes skimmed through it, just to make sure. She did a double-take once she saw the words 'one-way' in bold letters. Her breath caught. How could she not catch this before?
Her mind started to recall all the events that happened before Lilly came to New York. Jackson was totally out of character, and Lilly should've been more suspicious. Damn her for being too engulfed by the chance of her getting a free vacation. Damn Jackson for giving her lame tickets and being all goody two-shoes. Damn her for being so freaking gullible! So much for being so carefree about going home.
"God, I'm gonna kill him when I get home…Argh!"
Lilly needed to think of something, quick. She could sue, she could do that. She should do that. But if she wants a lawyer, she's gonna need some money. "Hmm…" she thought. What should she do? Nah, it would be harsh. But, she's going to need to spend her newly rewarded money and Lilly tried to prevent this from happening. "Argh, damn you Jackson. I swear if this is a prank, you are so dead."
Finally done packing and double checking everything, Lilly grumbled angrily all the way to the lobby. "Freaking jerk…I trust him and care for him and this is what I get…" Lilly rolled her way to the counter where Carla was standing and talking to the phone.
"Hey!" Lilly snapped and Carla jumped. The assistant manager said good-bye to the person on the phone and set it down.
"What can I do for you this time, Miss Truscott?" she asked politely.
"I need a one-way ticket back to Malibu, California. Now," Lilly barked loudly. Carla decided to keep her mouth shut and checked in with Southwest for a ticket. Lilly's face was still disgruntled, as with her personality. How could he, she thought again and again. How could he even have the nerve to do that to her? He was her best friend, they were supposed to trust and look out for each other.
Lilly thought more deeply. For a prank, this was way too far. Was Jackson trying to get rid of her or something?
"Are you sure you have enough money for it, Miss?"
Maybe I can get it for free...time to use the victim card, she smiled to herself. Lilly slightly pouted and sniffled. "Well, I'm trying to get back to Malibu, just so I can find out how to get my own life back," she looked down and sniffed. "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I guess I have to stay here until I have enough money, huh?"
"Well," Clara sympathized, "don't you have any family member that you can contact?" Lilly shook her head. "How about a friend?" Lilly bawled and ducked her head on the counter.
"No one loves me!" she cried. Clara, embarrassed by the people staring at them, quickly tried to calm down her customer.
"Okay, okay." The brunette looked around to see if a co-worker was listening in on them. "How about this, I'll give you a free ticket. It'll be on the house."
Lilly slowly lifted her head up and wiped her eyes. "Really? You mean it? Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You're a life saver!"
Clara shushed her and printed out the receipt for the ticket, so Lilly can get the real ticket at the airport. "All you have to do is just show them this paper and you'll get the ticket, okay? Look, I'm really sorry about your losses and I hope everything will work out fine back home." Lilly nodded, barely trying to hide her giggles. "I'll pray for you, okay? Until then, I'll see you later." And with that, she went to the back and left Lilly biting her lip from laughing too loud.
"Score!"
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"Hey, guess what, it's your lucky day! Your autograph session over at Virgin's is canceled!" Marge's voice sounded exuberant for the first time Miley has ever heard in her life. Miley raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The store had an overnight robbery and everything's a complete mess. Wow who knew that a robbery would be a positive event?"
Miley sipped her usual coffee and went through both her own private phone and Hannah's bejeweled iPhone. Traci left a few texts and voice mails in Hannah's, mostly about the Olsen twins are so becoming anorexic again and how Mikayla's back in the industry after a two and a half year hiatus. Great, just what Miley needs: more competition while she's going to be on her temporary vacation from being Hannah Montana.
On her Sidekick, she listened to Jake's messages a few times until Marge heard what she was doing and deleted every single one of them. Now all she has left was his text messages. And to Miley's misfortune, Jake only sent either a two-word sentence or just the same thing that's being sent repeatedly. It wasn't really helping her point out to Marge that he's really a good boy. C'mon Jake, she pleaded in her thoughts, if you wanna be with me, then prove it! God!
Miley's impatience was cut short yet again when her thoughts wandered to the young lady who asked for three thousand dollars. The thought bothered her during the middle of the night and made her sleep-deprived. How could a person just walk into her life and ask for money? She wouldn't mind give her a hundred or two, but three thousand dollars? What the hell? And the odd thing that threw Miley off her seat was that she actually listened to the vulgar woman and gave her the whole total in cash. What the hell was she thinking? Actually giving her three thousand freakin' dollars? She just hated how that woman had the advantage of having her prized purse and pulled that trick on her! God, how Miley wanted kill someone…
She had thought, though, that if she were supposed to meet her again by fate, Miley was sure to make a way for that Lilly chick to pay her back, double the price. No one should ever mess with Miley, especially when she's in a bad, really bad, mood.
"So, I only have to do the photo shoot for that magazine and I'm done?"
"Yea, for now. Remember you still have that movie premiere in a couple of weeks. But yea, you're on a short break. Y'know, I talked to Stan last night and he said that you can go and visit your new house. The furniture's not in yet, but he told me they're putting them in today."
"Really?" Miley was actually pretty excited. She was going to be living in her own private house in a private street and live as Miley, not Hannah. "When can I go?"
"Well, your photo shoot isn't going to be that long, since you already did the interview already. So you can go tonight or tomorrow morning. Your choice," Miley shrugged.
Miley grinned, "Tonight for sure. I really need some away time from the glamour. Thanks for telling me!"
"Why would I not tell you? I'm your manager, I'm supposed to tell you, stupid," Marge teased.
Miley scoffed jokingly, "Yea, yea, whatever." Miley was happy that she actually had a person she can confide in. Marge wasn't just her manager; she was also like a big sister to her. In front of millions, they would seem like the typical manager and superstar client, but behind the scenes, they are just two normal people that are living busy lives.
Sighing, Miley got up and went to her wig placeholder. "Sometimes, I want to burn this thing. I've worn this more than I've shown my natural hair. That's gotta be unhealthy." Marge chuckled in response, "Shut up. I've gotta get ready. I wanna see my new house all ready for me," she exclaimed.
Something in her stomach bubbled and her body started to feel jumpy. She skipped towards the bathroom and locked the door. Every bad thought went out and escaped her mind. The news about the house really sparked her optimism; she had a really good feeling about the outcome of the house.
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Lilly had a hard time resting in the plane. The economy cabin was crap compared to first class, there shouldn't have been a comparison between the two. Some kid kept on kicking her chair from behind and two grandparents sitting on either side were snoring and near to drooling on her own forearms. She asked the flight attendant twice if she could get ear plugs and towels to cover her arm, and they did say yes, but they never came back with them.
Disgusted, Lilly shook the two seniors off her shoulders and held her black backpack tightly in her arms. Her eyelids felt heavy and blood rushed through her head, giving her a quick migraine. Her body lunged forward every other second and she had the sudden urge to choke the kid kicking her seat, but refrained because his dad seemed to be a bodybuilder.
Just three and a half more hours, just three and a half more hours and I can be at home in my bed and sleep in peace.
Four hours later
She finally got her luggage from the baggage claim and dragged her way to the loading zone of the airport. Part of her body still felt like it was in Eastern Time, but it was only ten o'clock. Damn kid who kicked her seat.
The breezy yet humid air licked her cheeks and Lilly missed it. She smiled and took in a deep breath. Malibu is indeed her hometown. Then she remembered. She left Jackson a voicemail a couple minutes ago. He's supposed to pick her up now.
Grumbling, she got her phone out and dialed Jackson's number for the umpteenth time. "Jackson Rod Stewart, where the hell are you? I need a ride, pick me up please!" Few cars squealed to a stop and numerous honks filled the air. Lilly was angry, but a part of her was still worried if Jackson was okay. "Hey, Jackson, never mind about the ride. I'll just take the bus. Just…Just make sure to call me, 'kay? I need my best friend over! Bye!" The phone clicked and Lilly made her way to the bus stop a few feet away and waited.
As she waited, she thought about what's going on with Jackson and his behavior. He's usually never like this, she thought. Did something happen to him while she was gone? Did he get in trouble again? Did he…did he get into an accident? Dear god, please no. Lilly did not want the only person in her life gone again. Jackson was the only family she had left and he was like a shoulder to lean on when she's down.
No, she refused to think that way. He's still alive, still on the good side, no more gang bets. She made him promise her that he's not going to bet on any kind of sport-related things or anything with bets, period. Jackson kept that promise for a few years now and he and Lilly have been living okay lives. It would hurt her to see if Jackson broke that promise.
Before she knew it, the bus grunted to a stop in Lilly's neighborhood. She was shocked how she got here so fast, but she thanked the bus driver anyways. Stepping out to the pavement and rolled her luggage behind her as the bus honked to a go, leaving her to go the opposite direction, Lilly was home.
She opened the wooden gate that shows that her house does not want strangers and solicitors coming on her door step. The gravel crunched under her feet as she walked up the cemented steps of the doorway to her house. Good to be home, she grinned.
The key slid easily into the slot and the house smelt fresh. Lilly took in a whiff as she took off her shoes and set them down on the floor. She kept her eyes closed, thinking about how comfortable her bed would be right now. She wished she could just flutter like a butterfly and didn't have to carry the stupid luggage around. Then a thought hit her.
Maybe Jackson was in her house, throwing a surprise for her! Aw, that's so sweet of him. But that doesn't mean that he's off the hook. Lilly slid open the sliding door which was separated from the main door. Grinning, she opened her eyes.
"I'm home!" Her arms joyfully went up and her smile went down. Lilly must've been dreaming, but she cut herself and winced.
"What happened to my house?!"
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Miley smiled to the camera and posed playfully. "Good, Hannah, good! You are such a natural! Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" Becky, the photographer Hannah had two years ago for the pimple ad, had never changed. She was still a boastful and talkative artist who liked to make things her way. "Now Hannah, twirl for me! Twirl that beautiful blue dress! Yes!"
Miley was a bit worried if she was to go too far, but the shoot was nearly over. Marge gave her a thumbs up from the back, which she was standing next to the director of the magazine she was interviewed for. The pop star grinned as she neatly curtsied. "Okay, I think we are done!" Becky checked the time on her watch. "Oh, and all under three hours, impressive," she muttered to herself, leaving Miley to walk over to Marge.
"Wow, I feel…not like myself." Miley took a sip of water from the snack stand and sat down.
"You mean not like Hannah. You were like Miley up there." Marge fixed her reading glasses. "I'm guessing you almost forgot what it's like to be Miley?"
Did she really forget how to be her actual self? Awkwardly, she shifted in her seat. She hasn't spent enough time as the real her, but more as Hannah. The pop star life was taking control of her and now was the first time Miley had realized it. Stuttering, Miley didn't know how to answer to that.
"See, maybe you should go home tonight." Marge took her glasses off and set it down in front of her. "And you will anyways, since I already bought a ticket for you. You're very much welcome," she winked.
The singer gaped and glomped on her petite manager. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much!"
"Yes, you're welcome. Maybe you should get ready now; I also bought a ticket for first class and your flight's in a couple hours."
Miley literally jumped for joy and ran all the way to the dressing room. Finally, she was going to go to her house, her own place. It's permanent and it's all hers. Yes, now she can live in peace and quiet.
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Up and down the stairs, Lilly ran. She ran and ran until she tripped on the marbled floor. Groaning, she turned around and faced the high ceiling. Labored breaths with was the only noise that filled the house which was accompanied with sobs and sniffles. How could this have happened? Her furniture, plants, clothes, everything, was gone. All her possessions were gone. All the rooms were vacant and clean. The house was stripped until she could see the shine on the windows and the hardwood and marbled floor. Everything.
For awhile she stayed like that, hopeless on the cold floor. What was she going to do now? So much for sleeping on her soft bed.
A shrilling scream echoed through the two-story house as her feet and arms slapped against the ground. What does she have to do now? More importantly, how was she going to do it?
Catching her breath, she calmed down and wiped her eyes. First, she's going to the bank and deposit her newly found money. Then she will go to her house mortgage person and see what happened to her house. After all this, she will go to Jackson's and ask for help for the investigation. Nodding to herself, she got up and went over to the sink to drink water from the faucet.
Was someone after her? Lilly hoped not. And even if someone was after her, they certainly got everything she owns. What else do they want for her? Lilly sighed and rested her elbows on the edge of the kitchen island. Was this karma? Lilly tried to recall anything she did bad, but nothing came to her. Maybe this is was she got after manipulating Hannah to give her three thousand, but what could she do? She needs money! She was broke!
"How the hell could've this had happened?" The freak-out stage was past her when she ran around the house to see where her furniture. She felt like she wanted to throw up, but she'd rather cry it out than throw her guts out. When she went to the bathroom, she noticed that even the soap was gone, too. Damn, she thought, who were these people?
She checked the drawers in the kitchen to see if anything else was stolen. Yep, everything is gone. What do they need with all this stuff? She thought. Then Lilly opened the last drawer on the left. There was a folded piece of paper inside. Lilly took it out, unfolded it and read it.
Lilly, you might be wondering what happened to your house. Well, I cleaned it up pretty good, huh? Okay, the truth is that…I don't know how to say it to you face-to-face, so I'll write it down here in this note. I sold your house. With everything in it.
Lilly's eyes went large and her hands and knees felt weak in an instant. Her stomach felt hollow and her throat felt like it wanted to gag.
But I have a really good excuse why I did so. I got into another…discussion, and, well I kinda owed the Penguin and his gang at least a million bucks. And if I didn't, I'd be six feet under the ground now. So thanks to you, you saved my life! Thank you so much Lil! –Jackson
Lilly couldn't believe it. That's it? She flipped the paper around to see if there was anything else that explained more, but nothing else. That's it? Only two measly paragraphs? Lilly went from sad and depressed to anger and absolute frustration in less than half a second. He betrayed her! He promised that he wouldn't do that anymore! God, what the hell was wrong with her life?
A change of plans have been made. First, she was going to take a visit to the police station and find a way to arrest Jackson. But, maybe she should go to the bank first. She wouldn't want people to steal any more of her stuff.
Lilly took off with her purse and three thousand dollars in it. Jackson is going to be dead meat.
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She didn't know what to expect when she went to the police station. She didn't expect a live boxing show four feet away from her. Lilly flinched when one man wearing a leather jacket with piercings was smacked against the wall face first and three of the men wearing suits had to stop him. She caught her breath as she barely made her escape.
She was beginning to second guess if she made the right choice going here. It smelt like rot and smoke and something sour like that made her sense of smell go berserk. Instantly, she plugged her nose and ran to a free desk.
"Hi, what can I do for you?" A young good-looking man named Drew (Lilly glanced over to the name tag on his crowded desk) asked while eating Chinese take-out food. It was weird for Lilly to see that he was the only calm person in the whole floor of the building. His fingers were crossed together and his long thumbs spun around each other.
Lilly took a deep breath and looked around. She can do it, she can really do this. Cautiously finding the right words, the blonde opened her mouth, but to only close it a second later. Giving herself a mental debate in record timing, Lilly finally said, "My name's Lilly Truscott and my house has been stolen."
Drew eyed her, but respected her statement. "Okay then. Mind giving me any details about how it was stolen? Where were you at the time of –" the young man's voice was quickly interrupted by smashing chairs hitting against desks and police officers and detectives had to stop the mini gang violence happening inside. "'Scuse me, I'll be right back."
But Lilly didn't have time to hear what he had said. All she could hear was a chorus of colorful words thrown back and forth and sudden smashing and crashing of wooden objects. She turned to see what was going on. A small man, nearly about the same size of Jackson, was sitting down, cowering from the bigger males, holding the ends of many plastic and wooden chairs above their heads. They were about to smash them against the poor little man.
"I want my fuckin' money, you fuckin' jackass! You said we were gonna get'em soon, and soon is now. Where the fuck's our fuckin' money?!" A man with a big set of arms shook him out of his seat and strangled him, nearly killing him right then and there. Good thing the cops were quick to stop and hold everything together.
And then Lilly stopped panicking. Everything in her just stopped functioning. Standing up, she numbly walked out to the front of the station and just stood at a near post. She took out the crumpled paper she found in the drawer.
It's too late to get it back. It's too late to get the house her family made back. Lilly knows everything what Jackson has done now, and it was full of cowardice. What could she expect though? He was a rotten pig who just used her because she had the money from the wills of her deceased mother and brother. She was stupid for trusting in him. Remorsefully, Lilly smacked her face to her palm. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
In her head, she replayed all of what Jackson might've done and what he has done while she was away. He sucked up to her, then cleaned up the place by taking everything out and selling it, and then finally selling it to some random person. No, Lilly thought. Whoever that person is, she was determined to say that he or she stole that house from her. That person who bought it from the jerk was stupid to buy it from him. More stupider than myself, she thought.
Jackson might've then changed both his cell phone number and his home number and moved to a different apartment. Lilly hated him so much now, it hurt. She was manipulated! She hated how much it hurts!
But then, why did Lilly just walk out of the building? Because, she thought sadly, I still care for him. If he was going to do this, then fine. Lilly didn't like to think about it, but if she has to move on, then she must.
Lilly looked up to the slightly smoggy sky and closed her eyes, small tears falling slightly on her cheeks. I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Ian…I'm sorry Dad…for losing the Full House…I'm so sorry.
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"Okay, this day cannot get any more better. This is the life." Leaving the hotel as Hannah, but then staying in First Class as Miley, oh damn, it's a dream come true. "Marge, you are amazing. Thanks for being my manager."
"You're welcome," Marge said once again with a smile.
"You know what you are? You're like an assistant-slash-manager-slash-best friend." Miley waved her hands around while her eyes were busy with the nap-eye protector. She was planning on going to sleep, but the excitement was just too much for her body; she became restless.
"Uh-huh, I am, and again, no problem."
"Wait, you're not asking for a raise, are you?"
"Well I was," she half-jokingly said, "until Stan sent me an email that you have to dress up as Hannah when you arrive at the airport."
"Humble manager say what?" Miley lifted her nap-eye protector and stared at Marge. "What the hell? Why?"
"Because some people want her," 'her' referring to Hannah, "to arrive at Malibu formally," Marge shrugged and shook her head, typing her reply to Stan.
"Why? Why the hell do people care that I'm gonna be back in Malibu?" Miley then swore under her breath.
"Because you're Hannah Montana. You're a freakin' international idol. Do you know what international means?"
Miley sighed harshly and lay back again. The only thing that's getting her through is just her new house. That's all, her brand new, private beachfront house. Yes, life is semi-perfect.
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It was nearing two o' clock and she just noticed now that her stomach was rumbling. Her refrigerator was clearly empty and she had just come back to the house. She also decided to save her only change and a clean ten dollar bill. So, why not just rest? A lot has come up to her, and she needed some rest.
Lilly headed towards the two steps leading to the living room from the kitchen. Her purse was a pillow and her suitcase stood next to her feet. The glazed floor was cold to her body, but was instantly recovered after a few exhales. Who cares if she was sleeping on the cold, cemented floor? She's tired and she needs to recover from all the things she's been through from the past few days.
Right when her whole body relaxed, the sliding door slammed to the wall and a noise of sudden busy bustling and crowded conversations began to fill the vacant building. Lilly jolted and her neck cracked when it wasn't supposed to be crack.
"Ow, god…" She rubbed her neck and opened her eyes, hoping she was dreaming.
"Okay, now the couch goes there. Yes, there, that's the living room! Now the TV, just follow the couch and put it on the opposite wall from the couch, please, thank you! C'mon let's hurry!"
Lilly stood up from all this confusement. Were people giving her back her furniture? Wait, they weren't hers though; they looked newer and more contemporary and sophisticated, yet all very simple and laid back. Maybe they were giving her new furniture! So everyone must've heard what had happened!
"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing in my house?" After Lilly asked, the man in the polo suit was suddenly quiet, which made everyone else freeze what they were doing. The lost blonde looked around, seeing and feeling many pairs of eyes poking right through her. "Why is everyone quiet all of a sudden?"
The man in the polo suit and glasses laughed shortly after and everyone else resumed they're setting. "Little girl, are you lost?"
"I'm twenty-two, damn it, I'm not lost!" Lilly snapped. She mentally cursed her small body for always giving her a hard time to tell people she's actually in her twenties, not it her teens. "And," she cleared her throat, "this is my house, I believe."
"Why, I don't think so. Come with me and I'll so you something." The man led her to the kitchen and they stood next to the island. He then took out a very thick medium sized envelope from his inner breast pocket and showed Lilly and interesting sheet of paper.
Lilly slowly recognized the piece of paper he was holding delicately in his hands. "Hey wait…this is my deed to the house! Where did you get it?" She took it from his reach and read it to herself.
"Um," he started to laugh nervously, "That is confidential. We will not tell you who sold us the house." The eyes behind his thin bordered glasses adverted to the spiral set of stairs. "Be careful with that! You will wreck it! They will kill you if you rip it!" He shouted to a pair of young teenage boys holding up a bubble-wrapped rectangle. They nodded nervously and quickly went up the stairs. "Be careful," he seethed.
"Um," Lilly interrupted, "But this is my house. I never sold it to anyone!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you have to go."
"Uh-uh, this is my house and I'm staying here until you get your heads screwed on straight." Lilly defiantly stood her ground and everyone else resumed working, ignoring the scene happening in the middle of the kitchen.
"Security!!!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Stop!" Lilly was then dragged off by two muscular men dressed in black and was kicked off the curb. The black door slammed right in front of her face and she banged on it. "Wait, my stuff! My suitcase and purse!"
A second later, the same man with the polo suit opened the door and smiled. "Hi, did you forget something?"
"Yes, my stuff! Can I get back and –"
"Oh, this junk here. Okay." He threw the stuff out onto the gravel behind Lilly, along with her purse. "Don't come by here anymore or we could sue, 'kay? Bye."
Lilly's eyes started to tighten as she heard the door slam behind her again. Quickly, she opened her suitcase and took out her picture frames. The one with her and her parents and Ian standing with exuberant smiles on their small faces was broken. The glass cracked from the middle and led until it reached the wooden frame. A tear dripped against the broken glass and flowed its way down as Lilly hugged it. Whoever did this, whoever bought this house, Lilly was sure she was going to make that person live a living hell.
Gently, she left a kiss on her distorted picture and put it back in between her hoodie. She decided to spend her ten dollars on a new picture frame. Lilly got up and picked up her belongings, and walked all the way to the nearest drug store.
When Lilly came back, the moving trucks were still there, nearly finishing all the unpacking. The whole evening, she waited outside the gates to watch guard until the moving company leaves.
By the time everyone was gone and the man who kicked Lilly out put the key underneath the rug, she sneaked back inside, carrying her things. She thought she regretted packing so much stuff, but now she was nothing but thankful to do so. Finally she reached the front of her house and went through her purse for the house key. When she found it, she changed her mind and put it back in a secret slot in her bag.
Lilly sat down underneath the roof of the front door. Sighing heavily, she put her head on her knees. She didn't want to see her home all refurnished, especially her room. Sadly, she shook her head and laid her forehead on the caps of her knees. I guess it's never too late to find a profitable job, she thought.
"Okay, bye Marge! Thanks for the lift! I'll let you know how the house is! Bye!"
Lilly froze in her seat. She didn't hear the sound of a car passing by, or the car door slam. She must've been hallucinating, right? After all, it was a long day for her.
The wooden gate unlatched and the porch light lit. Lilly didn't know what to do. Her legs were numb from the shock and blood rushed to her ears. Nope, she was not imagining this.
A head of blonde hair moved around and Lilly decided to keep her head down. This is a dream, this is a dream, she repeated in her head. She wasn't ready to see the owner of the house or ready to get up. Her body felt weak and limp and –
"You! What the hell are you doing here?" the voice sounded worried and nervous, yet angry and tight. Lilly recognized that voice. It sounded much like…her?
The blonde blinked a few times and wiped them. For real? She bought her house? No. Way. "Hannah Montana?"
It begins and ends with Hannah and Lilly meeting at the most unfortunate times, lol. Don't y'all just love that?! Up next, we'll get to hear behind the history of the house and how Lilly and Hannah will cooperate. Everything after this chapter should move on quickly (yay!).
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