Well here is the update *bows* enjoy

Across town, in a coffee shop, a newly employed journalist was talking to a security guard. The same guard that Mike talked to and convinced that Lola was a millionaire daughter.

"Can you run that by me again, Mr.?" the journalist asked forgetting the guards name.

"McNeil," the guard replied, taking a long sip of his beverage.

"What did the girl say to you?" the female reporter asked clicking her pen.

"She said nothing," McNeil explained, "Her assistant spoke the whole time."

"Her assistant?" she asked, writing something down on a note pad.

"Yea, well, that what he said he was," McNeil shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he started, "He was dressed like a gangster, you know sweat pants, baggy jacket, and a little beard."

"Okay then," the girl nodded, writing some more stuff down, "What did he say?"

"He introduced the girl."

"Lola?"

"Yea, and said she was a European airiest to a really wealthy family," McNeil said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to symbolize money.

"Did the assistant give any suggestion where in Europe she is from?" she asked. McNeil shock his head and she sighed. "Did the assistant introduce himself?"

"Yea, he said his name was Mike, Mike something the third." The reporter scribbled some more, nodding.

"Did they indicate that they knew Hannah Montana?"

"No, Mike just said that Lola was a big fan and they traveled all this way to meet her."

"And the whole time Lola did not say a word?" she clarified.

"Well," McNeil mumbled, "not to me."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked.

"I think Lola whispered something into Mike's ear before they went inside."

"Okay," she mumbled writing one last thing down, "Well, thank you, Mr. McNeil, for your time." She stuck out her hand as she stood up.

"You're welcome, Miss, I just realized I don't even know your name," McNeil chucked a little.

"Mickayla," She said before tacking his hand giving it a firm shack and leaving. Once outside she dialed the number of her boss and told him what she got from her interview with McNeil.

"Did he give you promision to put his name on the report?" the boss asked.

"No, he said he would get fired if it got out he talked to reporters. So, this is strictly off the record," Mikayla informed.

"Okay," her boss sighed, "Look up all you can on the Lovenagle family; can you do that, sweet heart?" With that he hung up. Mikayla growled at her phone and shoved it back into her pocket. She took a deep breath, leaned ageist the wall of the shop and started to sing a song that has been stuck in her head. That also had to do with how she felt.

"So, what am I not support to have an opinion? Should I be quit just because I'm a woman? Call me a bitch, cause I speck what's on my mind. Is it essayer for you if I sat and smiled?" Mikayla sang. She loved this song, after all she had to deal with guys like that since she was a little kid. "Here's something I just can't understand. If a guy have three girls then he's the man. He can even give us some head and sex her raw. If the girl do the same, then she's a whore," She continued.

"Shut-up!" a guy yelled from his car

"Oh, kiss my ass!" Mikayla shouted back, she then walked over to get in to her deep blue buggy and get to looking up this Lola girl. Back at the Stewart house Robby Ray was setting up the kitchen for ribs night. Robby looked up from the stove and over the TV area where four teenagers were sprawled about. Jackson in one of the armchairs head tilted back and eyes closed. Oliver was in the other chair, eyes glued to the TV. Lilly was on the sofa, resting her head on Miley's shoulder and writing stuff into her note book where Miley would nod or shack her head when she read it.

"How do you two like your ribs?" Robby asked the room. More meat then bone, Lilly showed on her notebook. Chuckling, Robby nodded and turned to Oliver.

"Drowning in sauce," Oliver said not looking away from the TV.

"Finally someone has good taste in ribs," Jackson smiled, eyes still closed. Miley and Robby rolled their eyes at their family member's stupidity. Miley turned back to Lilly when she felt a nudge on her arm. You are so cute when you are annoyed with your brother. Miley smiled and kissed Lilly's temple. When she looked back at Lilly's face she saw that her girlfriend was pouting.

"What's wrong?" Miley asked in a whisper. Lilly started to write something down, pout still on her face. When Miley read what Lilly wrote she blushed deep red. Why don't you kiss me like you did in the bath room?

"My dad is here," Miley mumbled, "also Jackson and Oliver. Can we go back to playing twenty questions?" Lilly shock her head. With a small smile Miley leaned in and kissed Lilly on the lips. "Now?" Lilly nodded and started to write her next question.

Well, the song I put in this is not mine and If you want to know what the song is called ask Google. Well review if you want to know more