Disclaimer: I Don't own Hannah Montana

Hey, I'm finally writing a Liley story after a VERY long wait, and I'm not a hundred percent sure where this story will lead, but It will probably be a tear jerker. I'm thinking of bringing Mikayla into the story and I know what your thinking... Mikiley. But I was thinking that Mikayla is a natural badass, so why not have her be Lilly's new cell mate, and have her stir up trouble... then have Miley find someone as well? It's going to be tough for Miley and Lilly to stay together... will they? you have my promise ahead of time that they will and I would pinky swear but you can't see me so that'll have to do. anyways... on with the sequel !!!

"Miss Truscott, you have a visitor..." I live for those words... I ache to hear them, I wish I had a little tape recorder so that I could just play it over and over again, instead of hearing it every two weeks... well, I heard it alot during the first two weeks here, but then everyone stopped coming except for Miley. She writes alot, and I write back the moment I finish reading her letter. She can't handle seeing me, that's why it is every two weeks that I get to see her beautiful face.

I can kiss her and hold her, and whisper things to her comforting her, but that is it. I can't get to intimate with her, there are guards watching,and they taunt me afterwards too. They like me, they tell me I have spunk, they joke with me too. Miley says it's because I look too innocent and they can't be mean to me, she says it'd be like kicking a puppy. I guess I got lucky.

I've been here for two months. I've seen Miley three times. I cried every single time... On the last visit I cried the most. Apparently I was told the wrong length of my sentance and Im gonna be here longer than we thought. It will most likely be a little less than years. I just turned sixteen about a week before my trial, so I will have to stay her untill I'm eighteen.

I think about all of this as I enter the tiny room and I sit down. This will be our fourth visit... I'm determinded not to cry. She looks at her feet as she slowly walks in and shuts the door. She sits across from me and looks at the table. "Miley..." I say as I reach across the table She looks up as I rubb her hand. Hey eyes are puffy and I instantly feel my eyes getting wet, god why does this have to happen everytime?

"Sorry I'm a little late, I was having some issues... public doesn't really care that Hannah's best friend passed away, and she's heartbroken without her." She said and sniffled. I stood up and walked around the table, she stood up as well and I kissed her ear after engulfing her in a hug. "I love you." I whispered and she burried her head into my shoulder and gave a muffled reply that she loved me too.

"I miss you, so much." I said while I stepped back slightly and ou one hand on her waist and used the other to push back her bangs. I examined her features, and looked into her eyes and tilted my head and kissed her as lovingly as I could. She stopped crying and kissed me back, her hands found the back of my neck and her mouth opened slightly more. We kissed for a few minutes, then broke apart before we could get too into it, knowing that the guards would start whistling like last time.

When I told her the news she couldn't stop crying and I reassured her that I would be fine, and I kissed her and told her she was beautiful, and we kissed rather passionately and somehow we ended up making out and I picked her up and made her sit on the table and grabbed her hips and heard them whistle and laugh and stopped to see them all holding a thumbs up towards me.They teased me about almost getting lucky in there for about two weeks and everytime she visits they all smirk when she walks in.

We rested our foreheads together and she held me as close as possible. I wish I could be as close to you as before. She said and I rubbed her side. "I do too." She moved in and kissed me sweetly on the lips again. "Maybe you could come inside sometime and visit, and If I make any friends you could mmet them and I could show you off." I suggested and she tensed up. I know she doesn't want to know exactly how terrible it is to be here. She doesn't want to see the neat little bed that is TOO tidy, and the room that is TOO empty and the lounge full of kids with anger management all yelling at eachother and cussing. She took a deep breath and touched my cheek. "Maybe." She said simply and the guard came in and said we'd visited long enough. We said goodbye and kissed a few more times before she absolutely had to leave.

The gaurd, Rick, took me back to my room and instead of locking it he stopped and looked like he was thinking somthing. "Do you know that girl... Mikayla Martial?" He asked looking me up and down and I nodded. "Did you hear about her on the news a few days ago?" He asked and I shook my head. "The boys wanted to watch some movie, they changed the channel and everyone was too scared to take the remote from them." I aswered and he nodded.

"Well, I'm sure you'll hear what happened soon enough." He anwered and winked at me. What the-? He must be up to somthing, hoepfully somthing good. Rick is my favorite guard, a bit of a wise ass, like's to tease the kids and sometimes plays poker and stuff with them during our free time. He tells them story too, and alot of times he sneaks stuff in for us. Not bad stuff like drugs, but his wife owns a bakery and he'll bring us leftovers or somthing nice. He gives me alot of the stuff before anyone else because he says I'm his favorite little inmate. How sweet... in a weird way.

I guess I could survive in here. As long as I don't get another room mate. I had one the first week here and they are now at a different place because they smuggled in a knife and they found it under their pillow. It scared me to think that I could've woken up and had a dead person in my cell with me if they succeeded in their plan. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and layed on my back, with my hands behind my head. Thinking... that's pretty much all there is to do around here.

Author's Note: Sorry it's short its a mostly just an introduction, sorry if I get some stuff wrong about juvenile places or whatever its called, I've never been to one, and don't plan too, I tried to research it before writing, but could only find places to go to, instead of what goes on in them, so sorry if it's completely wrong and sounds purely stupid.