Disclaimer: Same as it always is. I do not own Hannah Montana, the lyrics, the tonight show, the songs, everything that you may recognize in this story.

A/N: Wow, it's been a month. Sorry. This is a pretty long one. Ten pages O.O ... I surprise myself. Anyways, hope you like it! READ AND REVIEW. Happy Reading.

CHAPTER 6

I woke up later that day with a mean hangover. It felt as if someone was following me around with a bat, striking me in the head every single second. Not only was my head pounding, but my stomach was churning too.

"Aww, fuck." I shot off the bed a couple seconds later and ran to the joining bathroom in Miley's bedroom. I picked up the toilet seat and the instant I fell on my knees everything from the night before was thrown up. Nothing but liquid came out of my mouth.

A moment later I felt someone pull my hair away from my face and a soft hand was gently, but firmly, patting my back soothingly. "You want some water?" Miley asked in a raspy voice. I slightly pulled away from the toilet and nodded my head shakily. After washing and rinsing my mouth, I flushed the toilet and sat back until I was sitting against the wall.

"God," I sighed, "I'm never drinking again." I placed my hands on my face and rubbed every where roughly. To the left of me Miley slid along the wall and sat close, brushing our thighs together. She took my left hand off of my face and gently massaged it.

"Sorry to break it to you Lils, but that's what you said last time." she stated with a smile on her face, obviously letting her mind wander to the last time the same thing happened.

"Yeah, well this time I'm serious!" I said seriously with a determined look. As I opened my mouth to speak again, I felt another rush of bile make its way up my throat. I quickly got on my knees again, and made it just in time when another round of liquid came out of my mouth.

Half an hour later we finally vacated the bathroom. Miley stayed with me the whole time, holding my hair and patting my back, as I turned my stomach inside out.

Currently, we were both laying on the bed. I had my head resting on her shoulder with an arm thrown over her stomach, and her right arm was under me holding me by the waist. "Ughh," I moaned, "I feel like shit." I pulled Miley closer to me and snuggled deeper into her neck.

"Your breath does, too." Miley bluntly informed me.

"Sorry," I apologized, pulling away from her, attempting to turn onto my other side.

"No, it's okay." she said, tightening her hold on my waist, "Lilly! Just stay sti-."

"Fucking shit!" I groaned out in frustration, cutting her off, when I felt the urge of throwing up hit me again. I jerked out of her grasp and ran to the bathroom. "Kill me now." I repeatedly gasped out in between dry heaves.

"What'll I do without you then?" Miley asked from behind me. After I finished dry heaving, I sat back and leaned against the wall. I waited until Miley took a seat next to me before taking her hands in mine, and looking her directly in the eyes.

"You'll learn from my mistakes," I started, "and never ever drink... again!" I ended seriously. "I'm being serious damn-nit!" I exclaimed incredulously when she started laughing

"HA HA! You said damn-en it!" she laughed even louder, "damn-en it!" I stared at her, wide eyed and flabbergasted, as she laughed and slapped at her knees enthusiastically.

After getting over my initial shock, I sat there and took in her beauty. Her hair, which was wild at the moment, spilled in its natural curls down her shoulders. Her eyes had a childish glint to them, and her mouth was thrown open as laughter filled the bathroom in its own little melodic tune.

"You're so beautiful."

"Wait... what?" she asked suddenly, stopping her laughter instantly.

"Uhh... I like chicken?" I asked hopefully. It didn't work, she was still looking at me expectantly. "Fine, I was just admiring your boot- I mean beauty," I corrected my slip up, "and saying how you're so beautiful." I admitted, looking anywhere but at her.

"Aww! You're so sweet." she gushed, pinching my cheeks, "but I'm not beautiful." Swatting her hand away, I pinched her cheeks in return.

"You're right," I said, moving her head up and down in agreement, "you're not beautiful." she kept her head in place and glared at me.

"You're not supposed to agree wit-."

"You're gorgeous," I finished, cutting her off. "How can someone be wearing an over-sized t-shirt, baggy sweat pants, wear no make-up, and have major bed hair, look so god damned sexy?" I asked seriously. "You're like... God's gift to Earth." I added.

"AWWW! Lilly, you're so," she was cut off when another urge hit me again, "sick." she sighed. "I'll go get you some aspirin and warm water, are you gonna be fine?" she asked, concerned. I nodded my head and waited until she left the room to crawl to the sink. Making sure I had a firm grip on the edge of the sink, I lifted myself up with everything I had and washed my face. After I was done with that I slowly and shakily made my way to her bed.

While she was downstairs I heard muffled voices as well as cabinets opening and closing. Five minutes later I heard the sound of the kettle going off, indicating that water was heated. A minute after that I heard footsteps come up the stairs and enter her bedroom. Instead of coming towards the bed, she went to the bath room. "Lilly?!" she called out some what scared. I guess she thought I flushed myself down the toilet?

"Over here." I called out to her. When she saw me she visibly relaxed. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." I said with a small smile. She smiled back and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to sit up too. She handed me the mug of hot tea in one hand and gave me two pills in the other. I breathed in a deep breath and blew it out slowly over the rim of the mug, causing Miley to giggle at my childish antics. After I took the pill and drained the mug of any tea, I handed it back to her and watched as she gently placed it on the night stand. "So...."

"So..."

"I guess things aren't going the way we wanted it to be." I sighed, feeling guilty from having Miley take care of my stupid-ness.

"I can cancel the other Hannah things and stay with you until I have to leave to Burbank." she offered. I shook my head quickly, I could never let her disappoint her fans like that! Even if I really wanted her by my side.

"No way! Are you kidding me?!" I asked appalled, "Do you know how many obsessed fans you have? If they found out you canceled on them just to stay with me, I'd have thousands of crazed people chasing me with pitchforks and torches." She started laughing at my paranoia, "I'm serious! I'm too cute to die." I added, which caused her to laugh even more. I glared at her.

"Okay, okay." she said, transitioning from laughter to giggles, "I'm sorry. You are cute."

"Thank you." I smiled a goofy smile at her.

"Well... alright then. I have to get ready. Daddy said we'll have to leave in an hour if we wanna make it on time to the CD signing." she stated, standing up from her seated position to stretch. I stared hungrily as the hem of her shirt rode up to reveal her lower back. I licked my lips unconsciously. "Like what you see?" I broke out of my daze and looked up to see Miley staring at me over her shoulders with a seductive look on her face.

I quickly shook my head and attempted to spring off of the bed. In my lame attempt in doing so, my legs got tangled in her sheets and I ended up falling face first on the floor, eating carpet. I shot up quickly and gave her a sheepish smile, slowly making my way towards the door.

"I'll just let you get ready then!" I said a little too loudly. "Call me after the interview... or whenever." I snapped my fingers and gave her the thumbs up sign before practically fleeing her room.

--

Ten minutes later found me laying on my bed trying to catch my breath. I was in front of Miley's house for awhile, looking for my car, when I remembered I told Sarah to take it with her. After that realization hit me, I ran all the way home trying to get as far away as possible from Miley and her sexiness. I swear that girl is going to be the death of me. Every time I'm around her now I just want to push her against a wall and ravish her senseless. Oh geez, now that thought was stuck in my head.

A knock at my door brought me out of my little fantasy. "Come in." I looked up as the door opened and sat up quickly. "Hey." I greeted breathlessly because one, I was still out of breath, and two Miley was standing at my door in her Hannah clothes minus the wig.

"Hey...," she trailed off, looking confused.

"Have a seat," I patted the empty spot next to me and waited as she slowly, cautiously almost, made her way to the empty side of the bed.

"So uhh," she started after a few minutes of silence between us, "you left your phone at my house." she explained, pulling the phone out of her back pocket and handing it to me. I shivered when our fingers brushed against each other. If she noticed, she didn't say anything about it.

"Thanks..." I flipped it open and turned it on immediately so I could have something to look at except Miley. As soon as it turned on, it vibrated like 9423049892 times, indicating that I had missed calls, voice mails, and text messages. I tossed the phone down on my bed and stared at it in amazement. From the corner of my eyes I saw that Miley had an amused expression on her face. "People can't get enough of me." I joked, hoping to break the tension. It worked.

"They sure can't," she agreed with a shy smile on her lips. "I know I can't." she admitted, biting her bottom lip and giving me that look. The one that screams 'take me right now.' Without even really thinking about it, I pushed forward and somehow my lips met hers in an innocent kiss that turned naughty in a matter of seconds. Her hands cupped my cheeks and my arms wrapped around her, pulling her body towards me. I leaned back and she crawled on top of me, straddling my waist, without breaking the connection between our lips. My hands traveled up her sides and went to the back of her head, pushing our lips harder together.

Our moment was interrupted when Miley's Hannah phone went off. We slowly pulled away from each other with half lidded eyes and dazed looks on our faces. She stayed straddling my waist when she answered the phone. I placed my hands on either sides of her hips and slipped my thumbs underneath her shirt. As I was rubbing small circles, I watched as she bit her lips restraining herself from moaning out loud.

Feeling a little more courageous, I slowly slipped the rest of my hands inside her shirt and ran them all over her sides, toned stomach, and ribs. She shot me a glare as the tips of my fingers "accidentally" brushed the underside of her breast. I did it again and was prized with a slap on my shoulders this time. Feigning hurt, I slid my hands out of her shirt, rolled onto my side, making Miley move with me. She landed with an "oomph" on the bed beside me.

"You're horrible, you know that?!" she asked indignantly after getting off the phone with who ever it was. "That was my manager also known as my dad." she clarified, "and he was wondering why my breathing was uneven!" she said loudly, hitting me on my arm. I just smiled and moved in closer to her, she tried to resist my sexiness, but gave in and let me pull her towards me. We kissed and made out some more before she pulled away and sat up, "I've gotta go, daddy said to be back by one. It's already twelve thirty and I have to redo everything." she sighed.

I smiled brightly at her and sat up too, "sorry." I apologized sheepishly, "it's not my fault you're so sexy." I finished off with a wink. I watched as she stood up and pulled her clothes back into place, my bright smile got even brighter watching her do so.

"Yeah, right." she leaned down and gave me another searing kiss, but pulled back before it got any further, "I'll call you after the signing, photo shoot, and interview, okay?" she asked hopefully with wide innocent eyes. I smiled and nodded my head.

"You can call me anytime." I assured her. "I'll see you on T.V."

"Alright. You stay in bed and rest, okay? No more drinking for you." she chastised. She leaned in a gave me a quick peck on the lips, "oh, and enjoy that." she said with a wink then left my bedroom.

I sat there confused, "enjoy what?" I asked myself. It was then that I realized I was chewing on something rubbery and minty. I stopped mid-chew and pulled it out of my mouth. It was a piece of gum! "Freaking Miley." I chuckled and popped it back into my mouth.

--

Two hours later, after staying in bed, watching T.V, and drinking cups after cups of water, Sarah showed up. I was never more happy to see her in my life! I was so bored, it felt like I was seriously dying of boredom. My mom was at work, she left a couple minutes after Miley did, and Miley herself was still probably at the CD signing. If I was there with her, I would have made her take like a five minute break and given her a hand massage. Now I feel guilty for being stupid.

"Sarah!!!" I greeted her enthusiastically as I threw open my front door. I yanked on her arm and pulled her into a big gigantic bear hug. I think I heard a few pops and cracks.

"Cant.... breathe...," she gasped out. I instantly let go of her and she took in a much needed breath of air. "Geez, were you that bored?!" she asked incredulously after her breathing went back to normal. I nodded my head excitedly, but stopped when I started getting light headed.

"Shit... I feel like a damn puppy who's been home all alone and gets all excited when the owners finally come home." I said with a sigh.

"Aww don't worry lil' guy! Sarah's here now. Oh yes she is!" she cooed as if I was really a puppy. "Ow!" she rubbed her arm where I flicked her. "You're a jerk." she said coldly.

"I know! Thanks," I replied happily, at least I got her to stop treating me like a dog. "I'm hungry." I said with a pout and the sad puppy dog look, "will you make me something to eat?" I asked like a little child, lips quivering and all.

"Oh my gosh. Really, Lilly? The look? Desperate much?" she scoffed. "FINE! Will ya stop lookin' at me like that?!" I jumped a little at her outburst but smiled triumphantly when she caved.

"You know where everything is at. I'll be in the living room." I happily skipped to the living room and got comfortable on the couch before turning the T.V on. "Oooh, LOOK!" I yelled out excitedly when something popped up on the T.V screen.

"What?! What is it?!" Sarah asked concerned, running into the living room with my mom's pink apron on.

"HANNAH MONTANA!" I started clapping my hands and bounced up and down in my seated position. "She's so beautiful." I sighed after getting over my excitement.

"Seriously, Lilly? You made me run out here because of Hannah Montana?!" she asked as if she couldn't believe it. "You're so... weird today. What happened to that sad, 'I hate my life', girl I just saw last night?" she asked incredulously.

"She's dead and gone... dead and gone." I sang off key.

"Sheesh, Miley must have given it to ya good then, didn't she?" With a shake of her head and a chuckle, she turned back around and went to the kitchen. "Your food's almost done." she called out.

"You have no idea." I mumbled under my breath. "Whoo! Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, with a cup of ... milk on the side." I playfully sang as Sarah came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and cup of milk.

"I hope this is alright... I remember you saying how you've been throwing up all afternoon, so obviously you can't swallow solid food right now." she explained. Beaming at her I pulled her in for a hug after she placed the bowl and cup on the coffee table. Before either of us could fully pull away, I placed a wet kiss on her cheeks. "Okay... EW!" she exclaimed, wiping some of my saliva off of her face.

"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly, with a huge smile on my lips. "I'm just so... happy today." I informed her before kneeling next to the coffee table and eating the soup. It burned my throat going down a bit, but it tasted delicious. "Thanks for the soup, by the way." I stopped stuffing my face to look up at her with a smile. "I haven't eaten anything all day." I admitted before turning my attention back to the soup.

"Really?" I nodded my head, "why not?" she asked curiously. I took a sip of the soup before answering.

"We slept in 'til like eleven."

"And then?"

"Then I was busy throwing up for about an hour,"

"And then?"

"And then I kinda fled her house."

"And the-... wait, what?! Why'd you flee from her house?"

"She was giving me this super sexy seductive look, and I ran off cuz I didn't wanna pounce on her." I shyly admitted, staring at my reflection through the soup.

"Then why are you so happy?" she asked confused.

"She came by to drop my phone off and we...," I paused for a moment because memories of what happened earlier swooped into my head, "kissed." I sighed lovingly.

"I bet you were thinking of kissing her other pair of lips, huh?" she teased.

"Sarah!" I exclaimed, appalled. "I think you've been hanging out with me for too long." I smiled and shook my head disbelievingly.

"Yeah... I think so too." she agreed.

--

Sarah stayed with me until the sun went down and the stars started to shine brightly in the sky. She says that she wish she could stay longer, but she had a date with some guy she met at a beach clean up the week before. The guy picked her up at my house, and after a few minutes of interrogation he seemed like a cool laid back dude that loved saving the planet as much as Sarah did, so I told them to go away playfully. Before the guy could exit my home though, I held him back and playfully threatened him seriously, "If you hurt her, I'll hunt you down and make sure you won't be able to make babies." I gave him a bright smile and told him to, "have fun!" then pushed him out of my house.

Currently I'm in my room, spread out on my bed, and listening to music. Maybe I shouldn't have let her go, I'm bored again. Somehow, my eyes seemed to close on its own accord, and I fell asleep to the loud blaring music.

A couple minutes later I felt my bed dip down and I jerked awake with a fright. Taking in my surroundings I noticed that the stereo was off, my lights were on when I left them off, and there was a shadow over me. Looking up and to the left, I saw Oliver standing over me, on my bed, with a bottle of whipped cream in his hands. Acting on impulse, I socked him in the thigh, snatched the bottle out of his hands, and held him down on the bed by his chest, shoving the nozzle of the whipped cream in his nose.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I asked. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and my body was shaking as if I was cold, I was still a little woozy from waking up so abruptly

"I-i was j-just trying to have some fun." he stammered, obviously scared of what I might do. I glared at him and pushed the nozzle deeper into his nostril.

"Well I wanna have some fun now. So the question is: should I, or should I not squeeze the nozzle?" I asked menacingly.

"I say you should, but that's just my opinion." a familiar voice said from behind me. I slowly turned around and was met with an amused Joannie. Taking the opportunity of me looking away, Oliver latched onto my wrist and tried to push my hand away, but instead was met with a nose filled with cream. He started coughing immediately and I fell onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

After my laughter subsided I stayed on the floor, with the bottle of whipped cream still in my hand, and tried to get my breathing back to normal. With a satisfied sigh, I sat up and realize that it was only me and Joannie in the room. "Where'd Ollie go?" I asked with a frown.

"He went to the bathroom to get cleaned up." she replied. Shrugging my shoulders I cleaned the nozzle with my t-shirt, and inspected it to make sure that it was booger free before tilting my head back and squeezing some of the cream in my mouth.

I guess I put too much in my mouth, the whipped cream overflowed and spilled out of my mouth, landing all over my face. I was about to wipe some of it off with my fingers when Joannie's hand stopped me. I looked at her confused and my eyes went shock when I realized what she was going to do. Her head tilted inwards and her tongue lapped up every single trace of whipped cream on my face. Not even thinking about it, my tongue dashed out and met hers as she was tracing my lips.

My free hand went to the back of her head, and grabbing a fistful of hair, I pushed her face closer to mine as we battled for dominance. With my other hand I dropped the bottle, and slid my hand inside her shirt, loving the feel of her warm skin against my hand. Slowly I moved my hand to her stomach, and teasingly slipped it down lower and lower until the only thing in my way was the waist band of her jeans. Before I could manage to wiggle my fingers through the offending barrier, Oliver called out from the bathroom and broke the both of us out of our stupor.

"Hey, Lilly?" he yelled, "Do you have any clean towels?" Upon hearing his voice, I pulled away from Joannie as if she burned me.

"Uhhhh... yeah!" I called back, "I-I'll get you some." I stuttered. I quickly got off of the floor and stared at Joannie a good deal before walking to the closet in the hall way to grab a small clean towel for him. "Here ya go." I said distractedly, looking anywhere but at him standing in front of the sink, looking into the mirror. He caught my reflection in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"Why does your lip look so swollen?" he asked curiously, taking the offered towel in my hand. A hand flew to my lips and I involuntarily massaged it.

"Oh... Cuz Joannie and I were have a contest on who could hold more whipped cream in their mouths...," I lied, "I went overboard and it got all over my lips, and you know how I don't like to waste food. I just had to lick everything off of my face." I rambled on, avoiding his gaze.

"So who won?" he asked drying his face off and walking across the hall to my room.

"Who won wh-," I cut her off before she could finish.

"C'mon, Ollie!" I exclaimed, "do you really have to ask?! Of course I won the whipped cream eating contest," I emphasized the whipped cream eating contest part, hoping Joannie would catch on. Her eyes went wide in understanding.

"Yeah, you know how fat she is. She could stuff a whole cow in her mouth." Joannie joked. I shot a glare at her that immediately went soft as I saw a smudge of whipped cream on her chin. Before I could point it out though Oliver leaned in towards her and licked it off. I flinched and turned the other way, walking to my bed to pick up the T.V remote.

"Anyway... what are you guys doing here?" I asked nonchalantly as possible, flipping through the channels at a rapid pace.

"Miley called and told me to come check up on you... something about throwing up all afternoon." Oliver explained, watching me carefully as I channel surfed.

"Ahh, I see." I nodded my head slowly, "I drank a little too much last night." I admitted. After awhile my thumb started to hurt, so I left it on the station where the Tonight Show with Jay Leno would play. Looking at the clock on my night stand, I realized that the interview would start in half an hour. "I would be with Miles right now, but my stomach wasn't in the mood." I said with a frown.

"Don't even worry about it Lils... you'll have other opportunities to go with her," Oliver soothed, understanding the situation more than Joannie ever could.

"I know...," I trailed off. I took a seat on my bed, still facing away from the couple, and let my mind wander aimlessly as I pretended to be watching the T.V.

"Imma get something to drink and snack on, do you girls want anything?" Oliver asked after what seemed like hours, but was probably only ten minutes of silence. Joannie muttered a no thanks and I asked for a cup of milk and oreos.

As soon as he left the room and shuffling could be heard downstairs I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind. "Joannie, stop." I protested, grabbing her wrists and prying them off of me. I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, "we need to stop doing this." I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest.

I stood there defiantly as she got up off of the bed and slowly made her way towards me, "but I don't wanna." she said quietly, looking me in the eyes, as she brushed a lock of hair away from my eyes and behind my ear. At the simple gesture I felt my heart explode and butterflies were tickling my stomach. I slowly leaned in and gently brushed my lips against hers, but pulled away before things could even think of getting anywhere.

"Not now." I said softly, "Oliver could walk in any minute now." I smiled sadly at her and walked back to my bed. She followed and sat rather close to me, but I ignored the feelings that swelled inside my whole being. "OLIVER!!" I yelled after realizing that the show was going to start in five minutes, "IT'S STARTING SOON! HURRY UP!" I chuckled as Joannie flinched away from me, plugging her fingers into her ears.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm already here smart one." Oliver said annoyed, standing right beside us. I looked at him in shock, trying to figure out if he heard or saw anything or not. If he did, he didn't show it.

"But I, you, eh, what?!" I got out coherently, "I didn't even hear you coming up the stairs!" I exclaimed confused.

"Ollie like puma." he did the whole claw thing with hands and I fell over Joannie's lap laughing hysterically. He looked so stupid doing that! His hair swayed back and forth, and he had the most ugliest look on his face. "Okay, you can stop now Lilly." he sighed out after I'd been laughing for a while. "OH LOOK! IT'S HANNAH MONTANA!" he exclaimed in a high pitched voice, pointing at the screen.

I stopped laughing immediately and looked at my T.V screen. Frowning I turned back towards Oliver and smacked him upside the head when a commercial was playing. "You're such an asshole, you donut." I scowled.

"Hey!" he protested, rubbing at his head, "I had to do something to get you to stop laughing, and Hannah Montana is always the answer." he explained like a know it all. I mocked him as Joannie sat there staring at the two of us bickering.

"What's so special about Hannah Montana?" Joannie questioned, breaking the argument between Oliver and me. We both looked at each other expectantly, but I chose to answer.

"Look at her!" I exclaimed, pointing at the poster hanging on my wall, "she is beautiful, down to earth, smart, funny, and really caring. What's not special about her?" I asked incredulously.

"Well if you took away the fame and fortune then she'd have nothing."

"Yeah, but she'll still be beautiful, down to earth, smart, funny, and caring." I defended. "Those are all the things every person looks in for someone special, and she is special."

"Oh yeah? Have you found someone with all of those traits?" she challenged.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Oliver excused himself quietly, obviously not wanting to be around when things got more heated.

"Yeah I have actually!" I yelled, standing up to face her. "In Miley." I stated confidently. Joannie looked at me as if I just slapped her in the face. I could see her jaw muscles tighten every time she clenched her teeth together. She stood up as well and did something that surprised the both of us, she slapped me with all of her might. I took a step back from the impact and a hand went up to my stinging cheek. My tongue licked at the ripped flesh and I could taste the blood seeping through the wound. I swallowed the nasty taste down and stared at her with icy eyes. "I think you should leave." I stated coldly.

"Lilly...," she trailed off, looking at me with apologetic eyes. "I'm so sorry." she said quietly, reaching out a hand to try and touch my cheek. I took another step back and my gaze never faltered.

"I think the intervi-... whoa! What happened?!" Oliver asked shocked as he stepped into my room again. The tension was so thick I'm sure a donut like Oliver felt it. "Lilly... are you okay?" he asked slowly, taking in the position I was in. I nodded my head but never took my cold stare off of Joannie's guilty one.

"I think you guys should leave." I informed them both with no emotion laced in my voice. My eyes did all the expressing of feelings.

"Okay..." Oliver trailed off unsure, "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

"I'll be with Miley." I informed.

"Alright, just call if you need anything." he offered before practically dragging Joannie out of my house.

After they left I made my way onto my bed and laid there silently. A few seconds later I heard the sound of Miley's voice singing a Hannah Montana song. Great, I missed the whole interview, I groaned in my head.

Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep listening to Miley singing One in a Million.

A/N: I don't like the ending, but I wanted to post something for all of you, so here ya go! Did ya like it?! Please, review and tell me what you thought of this chapter.