I guess I have plenty of time in my hands. School's starting next week and I want to upload as many chapters as possible. Because once I go to school, the updates will be extremely slow. So here's a new chapter. I don't have a lot of news to give, but a lot happens in this chapter (at least I think so). And if you guys remember the very first chapter (the preview/intro chap), we will be heading towards that very soon. There, just to keep you guys on your toes.
About the house: The house detailed here in the story is also from the Korean drama. I have a link in my profile that shows a few pictures of what the house looks like. I personally hate giving details of inanimate objects, it bugs the hell out of me. So go to my profile and the link is in the very bottom of my bio. Happy readings!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of its characters, the creators do.
P.S: TCAs was awesome. And hey, Emily won Choice sidekick, which is cool. But I don't get how Ashley Greene won Fresh Face (then again, I don't understand how Twilight won 11 awards. Sorry, don't hate me, but I'm not much of a Twilight fan). Miley's performance was also good. I don't get why people are stirring up the whole "OMGZ POLE DANCING STRIPPER" thing. I find it very annoying. I mean, it was interesting, but y'know, she's Miley freakin' Cyrus. It was pretty much expected of her to do something spontaneous and out of the ordinary, don't you think?
P.S.S: How 'bout it: Emily and Miley in a jello wrestling match. That'll be quite the show. (From an interview given to Emily Osment. She said that she could take Miley down.)
Well, it's too late to get Marge…Hannah grudgingly cursed to the starry sky silently and stomped her way to the door. Lilly stood up and followed suite, rolling in her suitcase inside. Lilly was not expecting the Hannah Montana to buy her house. Then again, Lilly was not expecting anything after Jackson gave her those damned tickets.
The taller blonde left the sliding door open and walked in with her shoes on as Lilly took hers off and left it in the small room in-between the front and sliding doors. The lost blonde was about to say something about it, but it would seem out of place.
Lilly stopped walking as the pop star plopped down on a three cushioned beige-café colored couch and made herself comfortable. She whipped her head to where her couch used to be. It was now occupied with an upright piano. It looked beautiful and antique and brought out the living room to life. Her walls were covered with movie posters that included Hannah starring in them, and it was so…clean. It didn't even look close to the house Lilly lived in before. She didn't know what other words she had to put it in, but it was so damn clean. Everything shone in the lamps' lighting. The house wasn't musty or crowded with unwanted junk, and Lilly liked that. Too bad it wasn't hers.
Lilly walked her way to the ottoman and stood in front of Hannah, who was crossing her arms and puffed her hair out of her face. The previous home owner didn't like to see where this was going. It felt a bit awkward for her to even be there right now.
"Three thousand still not enough for you?" Hannah, pissed as what Lilly could put it in, tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. She clutched her purse that was set down right next to her. "Answer me, how in the world did you find out where I was living? I just moved here!" Her voice pitched lower and dangerous, meaning Lilly should watch what she should say.
What was she going to say? Lilly's stomach churned in anxiety. "I-I didn't know you bought my house," she said quietly.
"What?"
"Long story short: My so-called best friend sold my house behind my back and I come back to see that you bought it from him."
The sounds of waves were muffled by the thick beachfront windows. Hannah replayed what Lilly had just said. Lilly waited for a response. Her feet started to ache, but she'd thought it would be rude to just sit down without the singer offering. She had to put on a good side to make her believe it all.
"Ha! Yea, right. Okay, so your house has been stolen from your best friend, who then sold it to me. Okay, that makes a lot of sense." The singer uncrossed her arms and squeezed her hands to tight fists. "So, if this is your house, why were you sitting outside? Why weren't you inside?"
"Because," Lilly sighed, "your movers kicked me out. I was already in here, but then they barged in with a lot of stuff, which is the stuff that's hanging on the walls and all the furniture and stuff." Hannah stared at her for awhile, still not sinking in what the other blonde just said. "You think I would have anywhere else to go? I just found out today that Jackson freakin' stole my house to a complete stranger!" Lilly seethed as Hannah's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry, really, you're not a stranger! I'm just-I just-my house-ah, forget it."
"Hold that thought, I'll be right back, right after I call the cops." Hannah got up but Lilly stopped her.
"Wait, okay. Just listen to me." Hannah sat back down and raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm not here for any more money or anything else. I didn't know that some person sold it, let alone to you of all people." Hannah stayed quiet and listened intently. "Let's just-let's just make a deal again."
This time Hannah propped her elbows on her knees. This should be interesting. "I paid lots of money for this house. I'm not going to sell it."
"No, I know you wouldn't. So, here's the deal. I'll pay you back that money." Lilly gulped and finally sat down on the ottoman.
The pop star sat back in her seat. Pay back all that money? Scoffing, she crossed her arms and legs. "Oh, okay then. Yea, okay you can pay back the money," she paused, "after you come back from jail." Then she took out her cell phone from her bag.
"Okay, wait, wait! I'll pay it back, immediately."
Hannah laughed. "Immediately?" She put down her phone. My oh my, things have gotten more interesting. "So you want to trade again? You're gonna give me back the money I spent on this house? You're broke, you have no money! How could you pay?"
"Well, I could," Lilly thought about it for awhile. Her body fidgeted as the blonde singer eyed her with cold eyes and a smug smirk. "I could…To start off, I'll give you back the three thousand dollars."
"Okay, then. That's fine, but where are you going to stay?"
Lilly hadn't thought about that. "Can I stay here until I pay you back?"
Hannah scoffed again. "Yea right, like that'll ever happen," she muttered under her breath. "How about work? You have a job, right?"
"A job?" Lilly's replied airily. "Pfft, psh…heh, who needs a job when I can write?" Lilly said in a quickened breath.
"You…don't have a job, do you?" Hannah was enjoying this. Yes, this is her revenge. Boy, does it feel good to release something.
"No, I don't," Lilly perked up as Hannah sighed and shook her head. "But," she recovered quickly, "but, I will-am-be looking for one!" Lilly nodded her head.
Hannah sighed again and Lilly flushed. God why did everything bad have to happen at once? This was going nowhere, she thought hopelessly. Even if Lilly pleads helplessly, Hannah will still call the police or do something that could cause bodily harm to the smaller blonde.
"So, even if you are looking for a job, what department would you be in?"
"Huh?" Hannah glared at her. "Oh! Um, journalism, screenwriting, or writing a novel. Anything with writing, really."
"Wow, okay," the pop star sitting on Lilly's right said surprisingly. Lilly thought it seemed fake to show interest. "Okay, then." Hannah clicked her tongue and observed her nails.
"My father," Lilly started, "he built the house firsthand with the help of my mom and a little from my older brother. I was around eight or ten." Hannah slowly turned her head and looked at the girl who was staring at the floor with clouded eyes. "This house isn't just a 'house.' It's a part of me. I can't just give it up to a person who I hardly even know!"
The pop star set her hand down on her lap as Lilly looked right into her eyes. "Please, just give me one more chance." Hannah felt sorry for her. Well, almost felt. "Please, just give me time. I can't let go of the house like this."
Lilly looked to Hannah, who cleared her throat and uncrossed her legs. "Please?" she sniffled.
A snicker came from the woman sitting next to her. "Huh?" Lilly questioned softly.
"Wow," she laughed. "Your sob stories are becoming a lot more believable. Good job!" Hannah stood up and took Lilly by the arm. "Now get out of here!" She dragged Lilly to the front door with the other woman's suitcase.
"What? I'm telling the truth, let me go!" Lilly struggled to get out of the taller girl's vice grip. Damn, must've been from holding the mike for so long, Lilly thought bitterly. "What the hell? Let me go!"
Finally reaching the main front door, Hannah pushed her and her luggage out of the door. "No, wait, wait! Stop!" Damn heels, Lilly thought. The door closed before Lilly could grab it open.
"Ah, peace and quiet…"Miley sighed as she took off her wig. Yes, peace and quiet indeed apart from the banging and yelling coming outside from the door. "Damn that girl is everywhere…" The brunette walked up the stairs across from the kitchen and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. "Where's that damned shower…"
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The door clicked to a close and Miley was set to go for an early morning jog on the beach. Her back cracked as she stretched them out. Last night felt nice to finally sleep in her own house. The thought of the small blonde chick left her mind while she was trying to find the bathroom. The house was oddly structured, she thought, but that's what makes it nice to live in.
The bathroom was located downstairs next to the laundry room. And in the laundry room, there wasn't any washer or dryer yet, so Miley would just have to go over to the dry cleaners' or something. Ah, damn it, my car's not here yet. Miley almost forgot that her car and the rest of Hannah's clothes were still in the storage. She decided to check on it later, after she gets to know the house a little bit better. Maybe she should call Marge to send in her car today.
After stretching her quads, Miley cracked her neck and walked her way to the chestnut wooden gate. She took in a breath of the early breezy morning and let it out from her mouth. Maybe she could go three miles this time, make most of her morning stamina. Maybe even more than three, maybe even –
"Ugh, Mom…"
Miley squinted her eyes and slowly turned her head to the right. Frowning, all of her happy thoughts disappeared.
That girl was still here! Damn! I haven't even left the house yet! Really now?
There she was, lying down in a fetal position on the handmade wooden bench. A grey hoodie was covering her torso and her face, while her feet were bare and her legs covered with tight denim jeans. Her heels were aligned next to each other right beneath the bench and the gray suitcase was erected from the bottom up, standing right next to the top of her head.
Slowly, Miley crept her way to the body. She peeled open the hoodie to see her face. "Hey, wake up! Hey!"
The girl on the bench moaned and shut her eyes tightly. "Stooopp, I wanna sleep…" She whipped her hand to where Miley was holding her hoodie and took it out of her hands. "It's cold…"
"Hey! Get off my property!" Miley nudged her even more.
"Stooopp!" Lilly shook the bench and turned around to face away from Miley.
"Hey –" Oh crap. She forgot. The girl doesn't know about Miley. Crap. Hurriedly, Miley got a cap from inside the house and hid all her hair inside it. It didn't take long, since she was already a pro in wearing her wig in a moment's notice.
By the time she went back outside, Lilly was gone. "Oh…well." Miley inhaled a breath of success. That was easier than expected.
But, when Miley arrived back from her three and a half mile run, Lilly was back again laying down on the bench. The brunette couldn't believe it. What the hell, she repeated, what the hell.
"Get the hell off my bench and leave!" she ripped the hoodie off her body and threw it over her shoulder. "Wake up!" Stress is never good for the body when it's early in the morning. But did she even have a choice right now?
This time, the blonde didn't even budge. No whining or groaning. Nothing.
"Hey…wake up…?" Miley noticed her lips seemed like a pale pink, an unnatural color that matches with her pasty skin. She knew the girl didn't look like this last night. Gingerly, Miley put a cool hand on the blonde's forehead. Her hand was scorched in only a few seconds.
Does it look like she has any other choice now? No, she doesn't. She isn't heartless, maybe grumpy and bitchy at times, but never heartless.
As Miley crouched down and lifted the sick blonde up in a piggyback, she groaned as her knees popped in unison. Maybe she should weight lift, too, rather than just run a few miles here and there.
It was a struggle to open door the front door then open the sliding door. It wasn't that she was heavy or anything (maybe just a little bit), but Miley had to admit that she's a bit dysfunctional when it comes to heavy things.
"Shit, god damn…" She threw the suitcase, backpack, and purse as it skidded to the glazed floor and groaned as she readjusted the unconscious girl behind her back. It would've been smarter to just carry her in then come back for the rest.
Okay, just down two steps and just throw her on the couch, Miley thought. It was a lot more easier said than being done, that's for sure.
"Holy hell," she groaned as she dropped the girl on the three-cushioned couch. When she lifted her back, she felt really old all of a sudden. "God, I need to eat more vitamins. Ow…" Miley grabbed the knitted blanket which was folded neatly on the arm rest on the far side. Quickly, she unfolded it and placed it neatly on top of the sick woman.
Miley didn't know what came over her all of a sudden, but she felt the sudden urge to help her until she's better. She didn't like it, but her body just seemed to move on autopilot. Her legs moved her to the kitchen and bent down to put her luggage tidily next to the kitchen table.
She jumped when she heard a loud snore coming from the living room. Cursing, she set down the pale blue leather purse and went out the building. The nearest drug store was only five miles away. That wasn't so bad; she would need the run to clear out her mind on what she just did. Double checking she still has her cap, Miley started to jog on her journey to the drug store.
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The bench seemed so much softer now and a lot more comfortable than before. Sniffing a deep breath, Lilly couldn't smell anything. She heaved in heavy breaths through her nose, but later on coughed terribly. Oh great, I'm sick. Her eyelids refused to open and her feet felt like it was cramping up.
Where was she? Was she back in the house? Everything seems like it's in slow motion…Why is the bench she's sleeping on so awfully nice? Oh, and there's a blanket on – Ow! Terrible, terrible headache. Lilly coughed until her throat felt raw and sore.
"Oh…Mom…" Barely opening her eyes, she saw a tall blurry figure. It looked like a tall blob of shadow inching towards her very carefully. "…Mom…? What –" The shadowed figured shushed her and caressed her forehead gently. "Miss you…Mom…"
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Miley thought she was going to die when she arrived back the house. She almost forgot that she had to run back another five miles back. Running ten miles and carrying a person into a house isn't the best idea, especially since she hasn't been to the gym in awhile.
Panting for air, she heard moaning and coughing in the living room. Miley hoped she wasn't awake yet. The young lady was sweating profusely and was calling for what seems like her mom. Cautiously, Miley approached her, not wanting to scare her.
"Mom…? What're –"
Miley quickly shushed her, not wanting to attract attention. Strands of the girl's hair stuck on to her sticky forehead and Miley pushed them away.
"Miss you, Mom…"
Miley took her hand away in a heartbeat. The feeling in her heart thudded against her chest and she wanted to gag. She remembered what it felt like, to call for her mother, but never came. She hated it. Was this how it looked like, calling for your mom pathetically?"C'mere," the brunette lifted her neck and popped in an Advil to her dry mouth. "Here, drink water." The blonde took the water bottle and sipped the ice cold water. Nodding, she lied back into her previous position and went back to sleep, mumbling wordless mumbles.
Who knew this would ever happen. Who was this girl, Miley wanted to know. Why did she keep on appearing into her life now? Thinking deeply in thought, she went to the kitchen table and went to look into the sick girl's belongings.
Lillian "Lilly" Rain Truscott is her name. Her birthday is in five and a half weeks. She has blue eyes and is five foot two and a half. She had a family of four, Miley assumed by her pictures, including herself. A mom, a dad, and an older brother. Just like mine, she thought.
Miley then took out a black calendar book. Skimming through, she saw a small star sticker on one of the dates upcoming this week. Mom and Ian's memorial, it read. Miley sighed heavily. What was the point of calling her mom if she doesn't have one?
She stuffed them back into the small purse. A small crumpled note came out of the book and Miley picked it up. The handwriting looked very familiar, much like…
"Jackson?! What? How –"
"Ugh, it hurts…oohh…"
"Crap," Miley cursed silently. "What the hell?" Miley remembered the last time she saw Jackson. It was just a week before she went to New York…and he asked for first class tickets and Hannah Montana tickets…"Oh!"
Miley put two and two together and it all made sense. She then remembered Lilly complaining about Jackson…selling her house…Oh my god, no he didn't…
She dialed the phone and punched in Marge's number. "Hello? Marge? Yea, I need to see the lawyer, what's-his-face…Yea, Harvey, whatever. I need to talk to him. Because, okay, you remember that girl who I gave the three thousand to...Yea, her! Yea, guess what? This is her house…It was her house. And her best friend sold it behind her back…Well, that's what she said. I know! Yea…Oh, and after we meet up with Harvey, we need to see someone else…don't worry, it's personal. Yea…Sure, I'll hold."
The brunette walked over to the kitchen and got out a large bowl and filled it up with warm water. Taking a cloth from the oven handle, she dipped it in and watched it soak in the water. The coincidence of Lilly and Jackson being friends was not funny, according to Miley. Questions raced through her mind; does Lilly know who she really is now and she's just playing it cool? Or is she just really dumb being friends with Jackson? Miley didn't know, but she hoped it was the second one. And she is kinda dumb, Miley thought, laughing to herself.
Walking down towards the living room to where Lilly was lying down, her right shoulder started to cramp as she set down the basin-like bowl on the table. "Yea, I'm here," Miley took the phone to her hand. With only one hand, she drained out the excess water from the cloth and folded it in half to set it on Lilly's forehead.
"What?!" Miley shut herself up instantly. "Sorry, I don't get it. How is he busy?" Miley sighed loudly. Screw Harvey for being such a wuss. "Fine then…Just give me his phone number and I'll call him." She wrote down the number on a notepad she conveniently found on the table. "Yea…Where are you now…Okay then, I'll just call him now…Pick me up around one? Oh, and could you call the storage to get my car? Today…Okay, cool, bye."
Miley hung up the phone and set it down on the table. Damn Harvey. If he knew what he was doing, why didn't he just talk it over with Lilly? God, how many things does she need to do now?
Miley was itching to take off the damned hat. It would be risky, but her hair needs air. She glanced down to Lilly. She seems like a heavy sleeper, and she's also sick. What the hell. Miley took off her hat and shook her hair down.
Dialing the phone number on the notepad, Miley walked over to the patio in the backyard. "Hey Harvey, we need to talk."
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"…No, Harvey, I don't give a shit about what you're doing now –"
Her head pounded against her skull as she opened her eyes and pushed herself up by the elbows. She was back in the house. How'd she get back in the house?
"So you just kicked her out without asking her any questions? Yea, Harvey, that's really professional."
Who was that? Hannah? Boy she sounds mad. A wet cloth fell on Lilly's blanketed lap and drips of sweat and water went down the sides of her face. I never knew Hannah had a maid, Lilly thought. But if there was a maid, wouldn't she be sitting right next to me?
"Oh, no problem, huh? There is a problem. How could you be so stupid? Why didn't you tell me about this before? Then everything else would be taken care of."
Is she talking about me? Am I the problem? Ow, my head…
"No, Harvey, it's too late to change things now. I have to take of everything else by myself, don't I?" Lilly heard a small beep and footsteps coming from the kitchen.
Oh crap, Lilly thought quickly. Rapidly, she lay back down and covered herself with the blanket and the damp cloth back to her forehead. Hardly opening her eyes, she saw a tall figure walking around the kitchen island.
That was for sure not Hannah. She was maybe the same height as her, but Hannah does not have brown hair. Opening her eyes even bigger, Lilly concluded that she could be the maid. But what kind of maid would wear track shorts and a Nike jacket with running shoes? Must be a slow day, Lilly thought.
The brunette maid was starting to walk over towards the couch Lilly was lying on and Lilly closed her eyes shut. Hannah might be outside, taking a late run or might be working again, Lilly thought to herself again.
"Oh crap, my hat," she heard her murmur to herself. Hat? What hat? Maids are allowed to wear hats? Since when? Maybe Hannah has a different way of doing things…
The smell of chicken noodle soup opened Lilly sense of smell and her stomach grumbled softly. Holy hell was she hungry.
"Hey, you gotta eat. Wake up," her voice sounded gruffly. Lilly moaned and shook her head lightly. "You're gonna have to if you don't want to stay sick."
Why the hell was she acting like this? One day she's "you're such a liar, get the hell out of my face," then the next she's "make sure you eat so you don't stay sick." Was Lilly dreaming or something?
"Later," Lilly managed to croak out. "I'll eat later." Slowly, Lilly barely opened her eyes and squinted to see the maid. It's…Hannah? But she was wearing the same exact clothing as the brown-haired maid! That's it, Lilly was hungry.
The singer sighed. "Fine then. Hey, I'm gonna be out for a bit. Think you can stay here by yourself?" Wow, that coming out of Hannah's mouth sounded weird.
"Uh-huh," Lilly nodded and pouted. Just for the effects, she thought and giggled to herself.
"Okay…Um, I'll be back in a few hours then." Footsteps went towards the door and both shut to a tight close. Lilly perked up as she heard a car door close and zoomed off.
Lilly shot up and quickly drank the soup sitting on the tray. Nope the soup wasn't enough, she needs more. Running up to the kitchen, she took out everything that could be heated in the microwave and a cup of instant noodles.
This should cure her in an instant.
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"Wow, you actually miss your brother? I find that hard to believe, Miley."
"You also find it hard to believe that the Robby Ray Stewart is really my daddy."
"Hey," Marge defended herself. "How should I know? You hardly talk to your dad anymore. How am I supposed to believe that?"
"Marge!" Miley gaped.
"What? It's true. Anyways, what did you guys talk about for so long that I had to wait inside the car for almost two hours?"
Miley pointed out to her that Lilly's best friend was actually her own brother. "Yea and he totally blackmailed her, which is uncalled for. He sold her house behind her back!"
"Why?"
"Because of the main reason why I don't talk to him anymore: gambling." Miley didn't want to admit it, but she did feel partly sorry for the blonde girl.
"Wow, so what're you going to do?" Marge turned the last left and drove up in Miley's private driveway.
"I dunno. I mean, it's not that I hate her or anything…I dunno. She said that she wants to pay me back for the money I spent on the house. God, what should I do? I don't want to kick her out and leave her homeless…Then she'll just say that Hannah's selfish and a total freak."
"Well, I'll leave that up to you. We're here." Marge set the gear in park. "Best of luck to ya!"
Miley shut the door hard and bit her lip. "Thanks, Marge. I'll call you later." She waved her manager off and she was left standing there in the sunny sky. Trudging inside the house, Miley saw that Lilly was still sleeping. She walked over to see if she ate the soup, and she did. Sighing, she took the tray to the kitchen and set it down on the sink.
Wait, what's a banana peel doing with a cracked egg in the sink? She didn't make a protein shake this time, and even if she did, she wouldn't put raw eggs in them. She turned around to look at the stove area and she saw the towel all crumpled up and thrown into the corner next to the microwave. Miley didn't like where this was going.
She opened the refrigerator and was amazed to see what she saw. Oh…Miley definitely changed her mind about Lilly.
Half-eaten peaches and apples thrown in randomly to the shelf along with packages of refrigerated snacks ripped open and left trash on the bottom of the fridge. The orange juice was uncapped, along with the milk carton. One of the shelf doors was forced to close and a few Ziploc bags were 'unzipped.' Fluids and juices Miley didn't know oozed out of them, flowing out until it made a puddle to the bottom of the refrigerator door.
Things are not going to look good for Lilly.
"Hey," Miley stomped over to the couch and fixed her hat. "Hey, quit the act. I know what you did. You better clean that mess up."
Lilly moaned in response. "I'm sick," she coughed.
"Quit the crap, you better clean that up."
"I'm sick, really…Ugh, my head's spinning."
Miley scoffed. "Clean the kitchen." She turned on her heel and went up the spiral set of stairs right behind her. Her running shoes squeaked against the wooden steps and the vast hall area on the second floor. Angrily, she slammed the door and Lilly jumped.
"B-but…I'm really sick…" she meekly stated. Well, too late for that. Lilly mentally slapped herself and kicked the blanket off her body. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! Argh! Damn you stupid stomach! God!"
Lilly put herself together and dragged her heavy body to the kitchen. Cleaning the dirty bowls was a first, and then taking out everything from the refrigerator was a second. Lilly's eyes drooped, but shook herself awake. The sound of footsteps thumped down the stairs coming from the stairs next to the kitchen. Lilly leaned against the closed red refrigerator door and coughed.
"Oh god, the room's spinning…"
"Stop pretending, okay?" Miley, who was wearing her wig this time, just simply stared at her with no expression whatsoever, and sat down on the kitchen table, facing away from Lilly. "Hey, bring me some water."
Did Lilly hear right? "What?"
"Wa-ter." Miley turned around and repeated slowly. Was this girl stupid or something?
The blonde woman set down the water in front of her and crossed her arms. Great, just because Lilly did one little thing wrong (okay, maybe not so little), Hannah just has to command her around like she's some lifeless –
"Are you a beggar?"
"What?" What the hell is she talking about? "No, I'm not…" Lilly had a confused look. "Why?"
"Why did you sleep outside like a hobo?" Miley sipped the water, locking her eyes with the other girl. "You really don't have any other place to go?" Lilly scoffed. "And it all makes sense now, considering what you just did to my kitchen…"
"Look, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you," Lilly spat out, "but you are really rude."
Miley gulped down the last of the water and set down the glass. Lilly eyed her every move as her hand made her way to an envelope. She hoped it wasn't what she expected what it was…
"Here, you should take this." Miley smiled as Lilly opened the envelope. The girl's expression was priceless.
"Why-why are you giving me this?" Lilly held up another wad of cash. It had to be, like, another three thousand dollars!
"Because," Miley sniffed and smiled genuinely, "I feel sorry for you."
Oh, bad move, Lilly thought, bad move. Pity never helps in a situation, especially in a situation this drastic. She shoved the money back into the envelope. "You-you're hopeless."
"What?" Who does this woman think she is?
"You-you call me a hobo, and then you actually think I am one." Her voice cracked as she sniffled. "You think that you're really that great, don't you?" Hannah bit her lip. "What, you think this is funny or something?" Her eyes started to tear up and her voice began to warble. "Are you making fun of me? Is that what you're doing? You think this is funny? You think I'm joking?"
Miley gaped. This girl went way too far. "Why you…I'm not –"
"You know what you are?" Lilly wiped her tears away harshly, "You are the lowest person I have ever met." She threw it in front of Hannah and turned her heel to walk to the living room. "Bitch."
Her mouth never closed; it was still hanging open. Her head creaked as it watched Lilly rush down the stairs. Okay, she thought. What the hell just happened? Miley didn't know what happened just then. Was she throwing some bitch fit? She assumed so.
"Chill, you're just overreacting," she simply stated. "Don't regret it and take the money. Do something useful with it." Miley watched Lilly busily as she checked her purse and other belongings.
"Whatever, I'm off." Lilly got her stuff and walked out the door. She couldn't believe what she just said. The nerve of that arrogant celebrity! Her suitcase rolled against cement as her heels clicked against it. Seething, she walked her way towards the end of the driveway to the nearest bus stop, ignoring Hannah's shouts.
"Okay then! Sleep in the streets for all I care!" Damn, she thought. I try to be nice and there she goes, walking out without thanking me. Again. What the hell is wrong with her? And how dare she call me a bitch! I am not a bitch! I was being nice by giving her another free three thousand dollars! And I am not rude. I just took care of her!
Miley continued her mental talk and unknowingly slammed the door hard. She plopped down on the couch, against the cushion Lilly was using as a pillow. Miley recalled step by step on what just happened.
First, she took care of Lilly, gave her a wet cloth and some soup. Then, she went to visit Jackson in order to find out more about the house deal. After, she comes back home and the kitchen was a complete mess, whom Lilly cleaned it up thoroughly (Miley made sure), since she was the one who made the mess in the first place. Next, Miley just said she felt sorry for her and she helped her by giving another three thousand. So, what did Miley do so wrong that made Lilly call her a bitch and walked out on her?
Miley seriously could not find anything wrong. Furious by the other girl's smart remarks thrown at her, she threw the knitted blanket to the ground. Damn it…what was I going to do again?
The door bell rang and Miley glanced at the clock. Then she remembered. Her car was coming this afternoon. Sighing, she got up and went to the door. At the last minute, she took off her wig and flung it to the side. When she opened the door, a mid-aged man with a tow cap was smiling and held out his clipboard.
"Hi, how are you?" he greeted nicely.
"Fine," but could've been better, she thought bitterly. "You?"
"I'm great, thanks!" Miley handed back the clipboard.
"You can put the car in the right side of the driveway. Don't worry; it's not going to block anyone." The tow trucker nodded and pulled some levers that set down the car on the graveled dirt. It only took a few minutes until Miley handed him the check and he was on his way. "Thanks!"
The tow trucker waved from the window and honked the horn. Finally, it's good to have her good ol' Prius back in her possession. Might as well take it for a ride, she thought. She went back inside the house to get her wig (just in case if something comes up at work) and her purse, and most importantly her cell phones.
The car purred softly as she started the engine and Miley patted the dashboard. "Oh baby, it's so good to have you back." Still a bit rusty from a long hiatus from driving, Miley just drove up the drive way, just taking a glance to what the neighborhood looks like. It was tranquil and was filled with many beachgoers.
Unfortunately, Miley passed the bus stop and did a double take to see if it was Lilly sitting underneath the booth. She slowed down, just to see the girl with her head down, playing with her fingers. A bus came from a few feet behind her car and Miley pressed the gas to see if Lilly was going to get in.
From the passenger's rear view window, she slowed down and geared in park. Why didn't she get in? The bus squealed then passed Miley's car. She really was making this hard on her, wasn't she. Miley debated to herself what would happen if she did a u-turn and talked it over to the blonde chick. Things would look bad, she concurred, but what's the harm in just pointing out to her that she really has nowhere else to go? Anyways, she wanted to pay back the money I paid…
Lilly clicked her heels against the pavement and sighed. How could Hannah say that to her? How could she just easily give her money like that? She hated how everyone just pitied her so easily. It made her feel sick and weak, like people just say it just so they can get over it.
Did that pop star think that just because she has everything, she could just…Argh! God, Lilly couldn't bear to see her long face again.
A car door slammed from a good driveway distance across the driveway. Lilly looked up to see who would stop in the middle of the road. Well, speak of the devil, Hannah Montana. The blonde spat on the ground and ignored the singer eyeing her from a couple feet away.
"What're you doing there?"
Lilly rolled her eyes and observed her nails. What the hell does she want to do now?
"What're you doing over there?" she repeated, yelling across the rural road.
"Why don't you just mind your own stinking business," Lilly yelled back impatiently. There she was, leaning against her black Prius with her faded skinny jeans and a pair of brown cowboy boots. Who knew Hannah likes to go country? Lilly scoffed and crossed her arms.
It stayed quiet and for a long ten seconds. "Get in," she heard her simply say. Lilly raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, I'm asking you to get in."
"What in my right mind would I want to get in your car?" Lilly replied angrily.
"Because," her voice seemed short and to the point, "I'm really curious. You said that you're gonna pay me back. How and when are you gonna do it?"
Lilly stopped shuffling her feet against the ground. She was so angry that she almost forgot about it. Crap it. She got her stuff together and walked across the road. Hannah got in the driver's seat as Lilly put everything away in the small trunk.
It was dreadfully quiet until they reached the house. Lilly pinched herself many times during the whole car ride until a few blood drops dripped into the palm of her hand. God, I'm so stupid.
"It's not that I forgot, really!" Lilly dragged her bags into the house as Hannah threw her jacket onto the ottoman. Is she even listening to her pleading? Lilly didn't really think so.
"Oh, I know."Miley breathed out, "That's why you're gonna repay me in a different way." Lilly raised an eyebrow. "You're going to do the housework."
"Housework? For here?" Lilly questioned. She barely cleaned up for herself when she had the house before. Nothing was ever put in one place, it was either scattered on the floor or placed on the table where Lilly knew it would be.
"Well, duh, where else would you do it? Anyways, since it's only housework, it'll be easy." Miley turned her head to see Lilly fiddling with her fingers on her lap. Heh, she thought, payback is a bitch. "So, breakfast should be ready by seven in the morning."
"Hey," Lilly interrupted, "don't you have a maid already?"
"What?"
"You had a brown-haired maid, didn't you?"
Miley froze in her seat. How'd she…Who…What…"Weren't you sleeping? You-you must've been dreaming," Miley stuttered slightly. Crap, crap, crap…
Lilly mouth shrugged. Well, she was still drowsy from sleep and she was very hungry. So, she must've been hallucinating…
"Yea, yea you're right, I must've had one hell of a dream…" Lilly laughed nervously.
"Yea, okay…"Miley took in a breath and exhaled slowly. "Anyways, breakfast by seven in the morning."
Again, Lilly interrupted. "Seven AM?!"
Miley continued. "I like scrambled eggs with Belgian waffles. No butter, only syrup and powdered sugar." Miley grinned as Lilly gaped at her. "Also with non-fat milk."
Damn, that means I have to be up by six? I never wake up that early! "But-but you wouldn't even leave for work that early! And-and –"
"So? And I'm a clean freak, so everything has to be spotless. Shining from top to bottom. Everything has to be in place." Miley clicked her tongue. What else, what else…"Oh and I'm a very private person. So I guess that means we're going to be living together and that might be awkward and all." Lilly nodded in agreement. "So, whenever I'm around in the house, I want you to stay in your room, okay? Good." Miley clapped her hands and walked over to the kitchen.
I can't believe it, Lilly thought. I just made an unfair deal with the devil…god help me…
"By the way," Lilly turned her head to see Hannah heading out the door. "I'm going out. When I come back, I want the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room spotless." She took her jacket and purse and slid open the door. "Have fun!"
Lilly fell back in her seat and kicked aimlessly against the side of the couch. "Why me?"
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Driving on the way to the bar, she took off her wig and stuffed it in the dashboard. Wow, she thought. That was a rush. Being in charge like that was awesome. She could start to like doing this most of the time…
Her Sidekick beeped and Miley opened it and put it in speaker. Smiling she answered with a sweet voice, "Hello?"
"Hey Miley, I'll meet you there in fifteen?"
"Okay."
"Cool, see ya later," he said.
Miley blushed, even if he wasn't with her in the car. How does he even have that effect on her? "'Kay, bye Jake."
She hung up and set it down on the cup holder. She was waiting for this moment to come. Holding the small box in her hand, she put it in her purse, and wondered when the time will be right.
Well, how bout that? Hannah and Lilly are living together! Under certain circumstances though.
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