Just go to say who ever wrote this "I love this story, I wish I would have reviewed earlier! I LOVE Oliver's love interest, and I want him to get the royal treatment, and maybe have some type of story where he never thought someone was going to love him for him, he's always around Hannah Montana, and she's always getting the praise. Also I like Lilly's and Hanna's relationship! I love when Lilly writes I think it's so cute! I wish you could write three chapters in a night, but I understand it takes time! Please write more! I LOVE THIS STORY!" made my day….now the story

Mikaly was still up at around five in the morning reading and rereading the many web sites on the Lovenagle family. Her womanizing, ass munch of a boss had ordered her to find out what Lola's reaction was to Hannah's confusion of love. He asked her to do this at one in the morning. So, the reporter was sitting on the floor by her coffee table. Witch was covered with her laptop, cell, the first magazine article of Hannah and Lola, and a mug of coffee that said on the side 'be yourself, unless you can be a unicorn, then be a unicorn'. She was just about to get another cup of the black concoction when her phone started to ring. "Mikalya," she spoke into her cell phone.

"Have you found what that girls reply was to the pop stars crap?" her boss asked on the line, not even giving a greeting.

"Both those girls have names and what she said was not 'crap'," Mikalya defended, "You could see in Hannah's eye how much she cared for Lola."

"That did not answer my question and I don't pay you to defend the rich," her boss snarled. Mikaly rolled her eyes and closed the lid of her laptop before growling into the phone.

"No I have not, sir." She said the last word with so much content and anger she wouldn't be surprised if the man three floors below her felt it.

"Did you try calling that man you called the first time to get a word from…Hannah?" the boss asked.

"No," Mikalya said, "it is five in the morning."

"Oh, what is this guy a CEO? Call him." With that the ass hat hung up. An hour later and across town a sixteen year old, brunet girl was just waking up. She looked around, thinking, the last thing she remembered was being snuggled up next to her girlfriend, watching the fairy god mother turn a dog into a person. Looking around she saw that she was still on the coach, the opening to Cinderella was playing repeatedly.

She also observered that there was a blanket over her that was not there before and probably the weirdest is that Lilly was still tucked up agent her. Gosh see looks so cute asleep, Miley thought, wait if this blanket is here then did my dad put it here? Does that mean he saw me and Lilly here, decided to let us sleep and yell at me later? Or did he just not mind? In the middle of her rant she heard a familiar tune come from the coffee table, I broke your jaw once before, I smeared your blood abone the floor. Knowing exactly who it was Miley picked up Lilly's phone and answered it with a shy, " Hey, Mark."

"Miley, right? Why do you have Lilly's phone at six eighteen on a Saturday?" Mark, Lilly's gun collecting uncle, asked. Most people when a tough member of the person there dating asks them something like that there a sputtering mess trying to give a good answer; this is where Miley is different.

"It's six eighteen in the morning?! Why the hell am I up this early?!" Miley shouted in a questioning tone. Mark was surprised at here remark, but laughed.

"you're a funny kid," Mark admitted, " is Lilly up?" Miley looked over to see her girlfriend sitting up, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles.

"Now she is," Miley said with a slight blush, turning the phone on speaker.

"It's good that you're both hearing this," Mark said, "That reporter called me again." Both of the girls eyes widened.

"When?" Miley asked.

"About an half an hour ago."

"What did she want?"

"She wanted to know Lola's reaction to Hannah's on air confession of love or whatever it's call," Mark told the two teenagers. Both of them exchanged a look.

"What do you think we should do?" Miley asked casualty.

"I think that Lola should do an interview with this reporter," Mark said, "And bring Mike along to do the talking." Lilly nodded in agreement with what he said.

"Alright, Lilly's on board," Miley said tacking a deep breath.

"Okay, later today I'll talk to your dad and we will figure out the details," Mark said, "Text you later, Lilly." With that he hung up, Miley put Lilly's cell back on the table and the couple sat in a pregnant silence for a little until Miley spoke.

"When did you fall asleep?" Picking up the notebook of the coffee table, uncapping her pen and righting, somewhere around when the godmother turned the horse into a person. When she read this Miley giggled.

"Yea me to," Miley said when Lilly gave her a confessed look, "do you want to finish it?" Lilly nodded and cuddled up agents her girlfriend. With a sweet smile Miley picked up the DVD remote, clicked seen selections and picked the right part. After Cinderella was off with her prince in the carriage and the movie credits started Lilly told Miley, threw her note book that she probably should get going. Understanding, Miley offered to drive, but Lilly shock her head, pecked Mileys lips and left with her stuff. Once Lilly was out of sight from the beach house she texted one of the few females she trusted, who she was also close to being late to seeing, her therapist. After sending her a text telling her where she was and that see needed to be picked up, if the other person could swing by. Thankfully and not threat surprisingly an okay was sent back in return.

I'm back home and decided that an update was desired…so review and I will get back to you in the new year.