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Mark looked around at the people on his stoop. "So, you guys are from the phone or do you enjoy digging your nose in to someone else's business?"
"From the phone," Robby said confidently.
"Nice accent," Mark smirked.
"Can we come in?" Jackson asked.
"No, well, unless…" Mark turned to Lilly, "Lilly, do you trust them?" When Lilly nodded, Miley felt her heart swell. "Okay, since Lilly give you a nod, you can't be bad. Hell, you might be good. However, before we start talking, Oliver, get them to the sitting room, as I give Lilly her… welcome home gift" With that he turned around and Lilly followed him. Oliver gave a shrug and gestured for the Stewart family to follow him. When they entered the cabin looked like a normal house, well at least the room they first walked in to. When Oliver lead them down the hall Mileys eyes almost popped out of her head. On the wall there were about a dozen guns on it.
"Woah, why does he have so many guns?" Jackson asked.
"Why does he even have guns?" Miley asked exasperated. Oliver gave a small chuckle and they turned out of the hall in to a good sized room. Inside was a ruff brown loveseat with some stuffing falling out. Also, all around the room there were mismatched wooden chairs, and one big arm chair, maroon and with duct tape slapped on the back, close to the entrance to the room.
"Sit anywhere," Oliver told the group, "But the softer looking chair."
"Why?" Jackson asked walking over in front of the chair.
"Cause that's Marks chair," Oliver explained like it was overuse.
"And if you sit there I will kick your ass in, boy." Miley turned around to see Mark walking in over.
"Where is Lilly?" Miley asked.
"Doing what's she's told, unlike you, now seat," he ordered. They all did, but Robby, who walked over and stared Mark starts in the eye.
"No one is allowed to threaten my children, you muscle bound, idiotic syncopate," Robby growled at Mark. Mark glared at Robby and Robby glared back.
"You know what," Mark barked.
"What?" Robby asked, scowling.
"You are," Mark started, "a great parent."
"What?" the room asked surprised and Mark laughed.
"Anyone who would who would protect and defend their kids, even when there out gunned, is alright in my book," Mark grinned.
"Oh, thanks," Robby said still confused.
"Mark," he said sticking out his hand.
"Robby Ray," Robby said tacking his hand, "And those are my kids, Jackson and Miley."
"Alright, have a seat." Robby did, still a little confused.
"Where's Lilly?" Miley asked from the love seat.
"Doing what she's told," Mark said flatly. Before Miley could asked for furfure expansion Lilly walked in holding her note book and a folded piece of paper. Lilly handed it over to her uncle, who opened it, read it and nodded. Witch, Miely guessed, was the single to sit down and where else would Lilly sit then by her girlfriend.
"So, you guys don't know what to do about little Miss. Reporter," Mark smirked from his arm chair. Lilly nodded and started to write in her notebook: Well, I can't really talk to her, can I? And that would add more questions than it answers. Also, it wouldn't help Hannah's image being with a mute girl, no matter what Lola is. She is worried about my, well Hannah's, image, Miley thought, I feel like an ass.
"Well, why doesn't Hannah just talk in her place?" Mark wondered, "After all, she is going to have to talk to her public after the article."
"That's not a bad idea," Robby mumbled.
"Well, what do you say Miss. Rock star?" Mark asked.
"What do you want to do?" Miley asked her girlfriend in a whisper. Whatever you feel comfortable with. It's up to you, M, I'll support whatever you decide. Why is she so sweet?
"I guess Hannah is going to a reporter," Miley shrugged and Lilly cupped her hand
"No, you're not talking to a reporter," Mark said shaking his head firmly.
'What do you mean; I thought that's what you wanted me to do?"
"Yes, but Hannah can't bare her sole to a reporter for a magazine. If we want you to have the best change out of this siguaison were going to have to do this live on TV and the reporter who contacted me will have to be there," Mark laid, "Also, during it your going to have to state clearly your non-relationship with Lola."
"Non-relationship?" Jackson asked, 'What's that?"
"Hannah is going to have to state for a fact that she and Lola are not together."
"But that would be a lie," Miley said.
"What?" Mark asked in a hard voice.
"Me and Lilly are together," Miley said bold and proudly as she took Lilly's hand more firmly in hers. Oliver looked down and shock her head as if to say, 'you morons why did you tell him.' This provoked about three minutes of random questions and by random I mean random.
"How much money do you have on you now?" Mark asked after he asked two minutes of other questions.
"Twenty five dollars," Miley answered.
"What Twenty five times four?"
"A hundred."
"That's how much you owe me for not shooting you," Mark told her.
"Okay, what do you want it in?"
"Quarters," Mark said flatly.
"Alright."
"How do you kill a vampire, a silver bolt or a stack to the heart?"
"Neither, you cut its head off," Miley grinned, "Did I pass your test?"
"For now," Mark smirked, "just watch you back, kid." Miley nodded.
"But you have to understand," Miley continued, "I love Lilly and I'm going to be watching her back." Lilly smiled at her girlfriend.
"Not bad, kid. You pass with a 96%," Mark said with a nod, " Now lets get to the other thing at hand your interview." The group then spent near an hour planning what Hannah was going to say, how she would say it and what she would leave out.
"I think we got it all," Robby said with a yawn.
"I guess," Mark shrugged.
"You guess?" Jackson asked shocked.
"Alright, you guys can leave," Mark said, gesturing to the door, "I'll text you latter, Lilly." Lilly gave a short nod and the group left the cabin.
Alright, I used a line from the show Supernatural. If you can tell me what it is I will menchen you in the next chapter. Now review pleases.