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Chapter five:

I ditched my bike on the front porch, running upstairs to get changed and wash the make up off, I figured just taking a quick shower would be easiest; so I threw all my Mike clothes under my bed and took the contacts off that went in a container I put in my nightstand drawer, not caring I was running through my house naked as I ran for the shower. Having not been in there but two minutes and already having scrubbed my face thoroughly I heard the doorbell ringing repeatedly and knew Lily was there. Turning the shower off I grabbed a towel from the stack on the counter I wrapped it around me as I started walking to the front door.

"Hey," I said to Lily, "Sorry I decided to take a shower real quick."

"Oh, no problem." She walked in the house, "Who's bike is that on the porch?"

"Uh…Jackson's." Shit, did she see "Mike" ride past on it?

"Weird…I didn't know he bmx-ed, but anyways…I was just wondering I saw that Ohio kid ride past me on the one."

"Oh…that is weird, but he just got it at Wal-mart or somewhere cheap…Mike probably did too." I told her and waved my hand as if saying 'so what'.

"How'd you know his name was Mike?" Lily looked confused.

"Uh…you said on the phone, remember?" Crap…two identities was enough Miley! I told myself, now you've got three to keep up with!

"Did I?" She laughed, "I honestly can't remember five minutes ago so I probably did. But yeah…cute kid that Mike."

"Oh yeah? Tell me more about him…I'm going to change though, you can come or wait here whatever." I walked upstairs, and heard her follow.

"He's cute really…I saw him on that bike that's why I thought if I see him again I'll probably let him try to talk to me again."

"Yeah? What about Oliver though?" I questioned.

"Oh…Oliver," She sighed, "I really would much rather prefer Oliver, but Mike could be cute so who knows."

I just rolled my eyes, stupid Oliver. "Oken is pretty lame Lil."

She laughed uncertainly, "What's with all the hostility? He's your friend too you know."

I pushed my bedroom door open and dropped my towel as I walked in, figuring I'd give Lily a show. "Ohh, I know...it just could be weird. Truscott and Smokin' Oken together…as an item…my two best friends." I turned and pulled a puppy dog face, "Don't leave me all alone when you're with Ollie-kins."

She just laughed and threw a pillow at me from my bed, "Put some clothes on Miley." Then she averted her eyes away from my naked body, which was pretty nicely toned if I may say so myself.

"Ohh, you prude." I pulled on a large white t-shirt and some skimpy shorts, not bothering with delicates because I knew it would make Lily uncomfortable slightly…and it was so adorable seeing her unsure of herself. "Lets watch a movie tonight, and you can sleep over. Daddy won't mind, he never does."

"Sounds cool…won't you please put some other materials of clothing on though Miley?" She whined and looked at my chest briefly then away again.

"What's wrong? I like to air dry them!" I grinned evilly then jumped on her, "You don't like your best friend commando and bra-less around you? Do you get…nervous?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively at her.

She just blushed and tried to push me off at the same time as I moved up, so she ended groping me instead. "Miley!" She yelled and jerked her hand away.

I laughed so hard at her I almost fell off the bed, and then did fall off when she kicked me in the stomach lightly. So I played it dramatically, when I fell off the bed I did hit my head against the nightstand by my bed but not hard enough to cause a whole lot of damage…not that Lily knew that though as I lay there silently, pulling the oldest trick in the book I held my breath as I heard her lean over the edge of the bed, "Miley?" She said questioningly. "Are you okay?"

I lay there holding my breath, trying not to let my mouth curl into a smile and ruin it.

"Miley? This isn't funny…if you're messing with me I'm going to be pissed." She got off the bed, careful not to step on me and nudged my head with her feet. "Wake up Miley."

I smiled a little then caught myself and let my face go slack again.

"Miley…oh what am I going to do, you're dead and laying on the floor…I'll have to chop Hannah Montana into little bits and throw her in the ocean." I felt Lily hovering over me.

What a freak, I thought.

"Unlessss, you're actually…" She sat on my head, "not dead!"

"Ahaha! Lilyy! Get off!" I yelled, and laughed at the same time, "You're smashing Hannah Montana!"

"Hannah Shmannah. You're a loser, don't mess with me like that." She said as she pulled me up off the floor and we sat back on the bed together.

"You like it," I grinned mischievously, "especially when your butt was on my face…you were thinking dirty thoughts."

"Gross!" She hit me with another pillow on my bed. "You're so weird sometimes Miley!" But she laughed anyways, and then I got carried away and laid my head on her shoulder.

Apparently not too carried away though because she leaned her head against mine and sighed, "You're such a dork really…"

"I'm not the one who was going to throw a chopped up Hannah Montana in the ocean…that's a little creepy Lils. Should I be concerned?" I joked and felt my stomach flutter when her head leaned against mine. I always thought it was the cutest thing when people would do that.

"The sharks would like it…" She laughed a little. "Can we watch The House Bunny tonight? That movie is hilarious."

I smiled, "Yeah, whatever you want to watch is fine with me Lily."

"You're too sweet Miley." She said, and then got up suddenly. "So, uh, how about that movie?"

"Suure," I said uncertainly, wondering why Lily was being so weird.

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The night passed uneventfully for the most part after that, I just fell asleep halfway through the movie with my head in Lily's lap. Which wasn't any different, I would generally do that, enjoying her fingers running through my hair softly as I lay there.

But then everything good comes to an end, and I woke up sprawled out on my bed my head resting on Lily's stomach and my hand in a no-no area; so I moved my hand, and kept my head resting on her stomach until she woke up a few minutes later and rolled out of bed way too fast causing my head to hit the bed before I could move. "What's up Lily?" I asked sitting up.

"Huh?" She looked back at me from where she was standing beside my bed, "Oh…uh, nothing. Just felt weird for minute is all and needed to sit up…I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Why'd you feel weird? I crawled over towards the edge of the bed by her.

"Um…I'm not sure." She said quietly with a strange look on her face.

I reached out and took her hand, not quite thinking "comfort her like a best friend", and pulled her to me; resting my head against her stomach, I hugged her around the waist. "Are you okay really? You can talk to me you know," I told her softly.

She ran her fingers through my hair, "I'm fine Miles…"

"I hope so, I was worried…you were acting different last night too."

"I'm fine really," She pulled away from my gently, "I should get going though. I, uh, told Oliver we could go to Rico's today."

"Oh…" I looked up at her, trying my best not to look upset, "Okay, well you two have fun. I have to run more errands for my dad before he gets home."

She grinned, "Your dad should get a maid if he has so many errands for you to run."

"That's what I tell him all the time," I got off the bed and walked breezily over to my closet to find some more clothes; shedding my shirt before I found a replacement to wear.

"Miley!" Lily scolded.

"What?" I asked knowing exactly what she was whining about.

"You need some more clothes on you…" She muttered avoiding looking at me.

"Sorry," I turned and pulled on all the proper body garments for the torso area. I laughed and took my shorts off.

She looked at me, "Oh Miley! Jeez!" She looked away quickly and I saw her blush. "I'm leaving now! Bye!"

I pulled my shorts back on and ran over to her, "Wait! I need a hug before you go."

She shook her head and turned to make sure I had at least some clothes on, "Bye Miley, I'll call you later." She gave me a hug, then left.

I sighed and flopped down on my bed listening to her footsteps until I heard her leave out the front door. I wonder if I should be Mike today…what could I wear? Roger only gave me that one outfit…but I did have my own slim skinny boy jeans, and I'm sure I could find a clean shirt of Jackson's that he didn't like; he usually left them in the laundry room hung up on the clothes rack in there. I headed downstairs for the laundry room to check.

I found a blue and grey plaid sweater vest in there, with an ugly frilly, but somehow still suppose to be a boy shirt, white shirt that was suppose to go underneath it. I pulled the sweater vest down but left the frilly white man shirt on the rack; it was thin enough to where I could wear it now and not get too hot. Especially if I just wore a regular white shirt underneath it. I honestly needed some tips on clothes that boys wore, but I figured it wouldn't look that bad.

An hour later I had on the sweater vest shirt combo, with my own slim skinny jeans, the moccasins, and complete with the Mike wig and tan. Shoes didn't matter if you wore them again…after all what guy paid attention to wearing new shoes everyday?