I wrote you another chapter...hopefully this is loveable!

I woke up the next morning completely naked. The sheet only covered me up to my waist, but I wasn't cold with Sarah's naked body against mine. I rolled over, putting my chest against her back and my arm around her waist. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She murmured. I kissed her shoulder blade.

"What are you doing up?" I peeked over her shoulder and saw she was reading a book. I caught one line from it and looked away. It was another college book that was way over my head.

"I had to read a few passages for my paper, which is due tomorrow and is hardly halfway done. So I figured I'd catch up while you were snoring."

"I don't snore!" I said indignantly, pulling back from her a bit.

She rolled onto her back and faced me. "Yes you do. But it's cute." I propped myself up on my arm, looking down at her with an angry face. She leaned forward a little, kissing me. "You mad?" I nodded. She kissed me. "How about now?" I nodded again. She kissed me a little deeper, putting her hand behind my neck and holding me to her. "Now?"

"Maybe a bit."

"I'll make it up to you." She dropped her book, and it thudded to the floor. One of her hands tangled in my hair, pulling it, while the other moved onto my back, tracing a steady pattern from my back, down my thigh, and back up again. My face was inches from hers.

"How do you think you're gonna do that?" I asked playfully.

"Oh, you know, I can think of a few ways." She kissed my neck, licking down to my collarbone. She pulled my hair a little harder, forcing me to expose more of my neck to her. She bit gently on my neck, being careful not to leave marks. My back arched a little, grinding my body into hers. She bit down on my shoulder, and I put my hand on her hip and dug my fingernails in. I heard her sharp intake of breath and her hips bucked a bit.

"What?" I asked coyly. "Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem."

"Ok, good." And I put my hand under her back and dug my fingernails in from her shoulder down to her hips. The hand she had in my hair clenched, and my whole body shuddered.

"You're bad." She said to me.

"Why?" I asked, laughing a bit.

"Because now I can't go in the pool later."

"That's ok. I can think of a different way to get you wet." I leaned down and kissed her gently. And even though she'd said she'd make it up to me, she was the one screaming my name again and again.

By the time Sarah and I made it out of our room everybody else was already awake and lounging around in the living room. Jackson was sitting on the island, kicking his legs out and back down against it like he was impatiently awaiting something. "Good!" He said when he saw me, jumping off the counter. "I've been waiting for you!"

"Why?" I asked, running my fingers through my still damp hair.

"I have to ask you something." He pulled me away from everyone else. "Will you go to the Hannah Montana concert with me tonight?"

"Are you serious?" I gave him a stern look. "Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. I want to go, and I feel weird going alone. And dad can't be there, because he's not her manager anymore. So I have no excuse to be there without blowing her cover. Miles will get us tickets. Please."

I punched him in the arm. "The fucking things I do for you."

"You are the best!" He pulled me into a hug. "I'll tell Miley. Thank you so so so much!"

"Don't mention it. Seriously. Don't."

I watched him walk away, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Hey, where are you?" He started the phone call. "I've got great news!" I couldn't hear anything after that, but I glared after him anyways as he walked away. I assumed he was calling Miley, and a part of me wondered what I was thinking. Why hadn't I said no? It made sense he'd want to see his sister, but I could have made him go with someone else. What was I doing to myself? I shook my head, lost in my thoughts, and picked up a room service menu.

I stood in front of the mirror several hours later, looking at myself and shaking my head. 'What the fuck am I doing?' I ran the straightener over my hair one last time, then took a step back and looked at myself in the mirror. 'What. The. Fuck.' I ran my hands over my body, straightening myself out. I had a black clingy skirt on, with a sparkly silver tank top and strappy black high heels. Sarah came in and put her arms around my waist.

"I love when you dress up." She kissed me on the neck and I smiled. "It's like seeing Martians on Earth or dogs walking on only their hind legs." She laughed. "I cannot believe you're going to a Hannah Montana concert. I mean, I understood your Jonas Brothers phase, but Hannah Montana? God."

I twisted around in her arms, putting mine around her neck. "Have you ever looked at her? She's really hot."

"Oh no. Now I can't let you go. I can't let you look at any other girls. Nope!"

I laughed, hiding how incredibly uncomfortable I was. "Would it help if I went to the concert blindfolded?"

"No, because then you wouldn't know when girls are checking you out, and when you need to run from them." She laughed too, kissing me.

"Oh, is that what I need to do when girls are looking at me?"

"Yes, yes it is." She smiled so big at me, it made my whole being happy. "So why so dressed up for a concert?"

"I gotta look my press best. As much as I hate dressing up like a girly girl," I waggled a limp wrist for her, "I know there'll be press all over the place at this first concert. They love when I dress up like a girl, so I figured I'd throw 'em a bone."

She pouted a little. "Why don't you ever dress up like a girly girl for me?"

I pulled her closer, smirking. "Because you prefer me to undress for you, silly." She kissed me again. "Girl, if you keep this up I'm not gonna make it!"

"Maybe I want you to myself for a night." She tightened her hold on my waist. "Just to me." She kissed my shoulder again.

"You have me to yourself every night! Come on Sarah, Jackson is waiting for me!" And, right on cue, there was a knock on the door.

"Lilly will you hurry up? What is it with you girls and your time wasting, and your overdressing, and your-" I whipped open the door, and Jackson stood there in a full suit, stuttering. "I-uh-Lilly, you look good." He kept eyeing me up and down, and I was reminded of an unpleasant night years ago when Jackson and I shared an awkward, unwanted kiss. Luckily, Sarah shouted from inside the room.

"Jackson, if you keep staring at my girlfriend like that, I will kick your ass, record it, and show it to everyone. Get your jaw off the floor."

Jackson snapped his mouth closed. "Sorry Sarah. Lilly, may I please escort you to the concert?" Jackson offered his arm, and I took it.

"Why yes, yes you may Jackson. We'll see you later Sarah!" She called her goodbye, and we traveled the short distance to the concert hall in a limo. We waited in the long line of limos that were lined up in front of a long red carpet. I face palmed. I had of course expected the press here at Hannah Montana's first concert, but I hadn't expected the full press flood. A red carpet lined with adoring fans and photographers, television crews, fans, and the who's who of Hollywood. It was a good thing I'd decided to really dress up. Jackson somehow failed to mention that this was apparently the highlight of the musical year. Something struck me.

"Jackson, why did Hannah Montana decide to have her opening concert in Philly? Wouldn't this premiere have been better off in New York or L.A?" Usually, huge caliber primers happened in one of these places. It was just common practice. Our first official concert had been in Hollywood, after Reimard, the president of our label, had pulled some strings. But Hannah Montana is already famous. So what was she doing?

"Well, from what I have heard down the grapevine, Hannah was discussing opening in Times Square, but for some reason fought hard for this date and city. So Times Square is next week, and here she is now. I don't understand it, but it's what she did."

"That's weird." I sat back in the seat, waiting for our turn on the carpet. Our limo pulled up, and a burly man in a suit opened the door for us. I got out first, being careful not to do anything ridiculous, like give the press a flash of my underwear, or to trip. Jackson climbed out behind me, and we walked down the carpet arm in arm. It was very well known that I was dating Sarah, but that didn't stop the occasional garbage tabloid from speculating about Jackson and I having a secret relationship. Showing up at events together and walking arm and arm probably didn't help, but you can't always control the media.

As soon as we were about two steps down the carpet we were swamped by the media. "Lilly! Lilly! Over here!" Or "Jackson, hey, come chat!" Our names came from every side, and it was impossible to make sure everyone could get a good picture of us. Reporters were set up at different spots on the carpet, and they all wanted an interview with everyone. Sway from MTV flagged down Jackson and I.

"Hey guys, how are you?"

"We're doing good." I answered, waving to a fan that was desperately trying to get my attention. "How are you?"

"I'm great. What do you guys think about Hannah Montana coming back? I mean, it's been so long since she's done anything in the spotlight. How do you feel about her return?" He pointed the microphone at Jackson.

"I'm just ecstatic, you know. A lot of us, guys included, spent years listening to Hannah's cds, going to her concerts. It's great to be able to see her again after she basically disappeared!"

"What about you Lilly?" He pointed the microphone at me.

"You know, I am just so excited. I grew up on Hannah Montana's music. She was such a big part of my life. I loved her, you know? And when she left me-" I stuttered, trying to correct my words. "When she left us, you know, her fans, I was heartbroken. What do you do when your idol disappears? But now, she's back, we're here, and I couldn't be happier."

"You said it. Thanks you guys, get inside and enjoy the show!" Jackson clapped Sway on the back and we moved on down the line.

"Lilly!" A country twang called out from behind us. "Jackson! It's so good to see y'all!" We spun around, and Taylor Swift was running up to us. She hugged us both. "How excited are ya for this!?"

"Hey Tay, I'm so pumped. How about you?"

"Too excited. I can't even tell y'all."

"Where's the boyfriend?" Jackson asked.

"Ugh. We broke up."

"Again?" I asked.

"Yeah. But don't worry. I already told him. We are never ever getting back together. Like ever."

"Taylor! Over here!" She turned towards the photographer yelling at her and pulled me and Jackson on either side of her.

"Smile y'all!" We all posed, and then kept walking down the carpet together. "It's ok though, we were really going nowhere fast. I mean, he told me he was gonna listen to some indie record that was much cooler than mine. I mean, who says that?" Taylor had this really endearing habit of talking a mile a minute, and she was doing it again. It made it hard to get in a word edgewise, but other than that was totally hilarious.

"What are you gonna do now?" I asked, as she kept pace with us and we posed for another picture together.

"Stay single forever. That's it. These red carpet events are so much more fun alone anyways. No offense of course."

"None taken, of course." Jackson laughed at her.

A reporter grabbed Taylor, begging for her attention. "I'll see y'all later!" She waved and gave the reporter her full attention. Jackson and I reached the end of the carpet, where we posed in front of the Hannah Montana/Fearless Records backdrop before we went inside. When we got in Jackson showed our tickets, and we were directed to the second floor of the concert, where the luxury boxes were. Each box had two compartments. The one closest to the door was basically a glorified living room, with couches and plasma screen tvs. The next room had three walls, and two doorways, and the fourth wall was completely made of glass. In front of this large window was a bar style table, complete with stools and a mini fridge. This glass window faced the concert, giving a birds eye view of the stage. And, if you stepped through the second doorway, you could go out to the balcony, which hung over the concert seats below, and gave you and even better view of the stage and everything happening on it. It was really a lot more than anyone ever needed for a concert, but it was always fun nonetheless. When Jackson and I arrived in our box we found out we were sharing it with Justin, Selena, and all three of the Jonas brothers, plus Kevin's wife, Danielle.

I was delighted to see the Jonas Brothers again. When I was younger I'd had a huge obsession with all three of them and their music. I had a guitar signed by Kevin, which in all honesty was still my most prized possession. But becoming famous had allowed me to get to know them, and find out that they were so much more than objects of obsession. They were three pretty cool guys, even if Joe had a tendency to be an asshole, and Nick was known to be just a little too serious sometimes. But they were my friends now, and I enjoyed their company. Jackson and Justin were over in the corner, doing that awkward bro hug that always kind of annoys me. Then they started doing what they always do when they're together: rap battle. Kevin, Nick, and Joe went over to the two of them and started cheering them on, and I rolled my eyes and sat next to Selena and Danielle. "How's it going Danielle? How's the tv show?"

"Exhausting." Dani is kind of shy, so being followed around on a day to day basis by cameramen one hundred percent of the time was driving her crazy. "I mean, I've never been famous. I've never had to deal with this kind of exposure. How do you guys even do it?

Selena laughed. "Well see, I don't invite the cameramen into my house. Or family dinners. Or sister's prom party." She laughed again. "I'm just kidding Dani. I'm sure it'll all be better if you get a few days off, or when the first season is over."

I chimed in. "I'm sure it'll all get better once you get used to it. Don't even worry about it." Just then the lights in the stadium went down, and the cheering started. All the boys stopped horsing around, and we looked out the window over the crowd. The only thing that could be seen were a few strobe lights, red and green ones, going off sporadically in the direction of the crowd. There wasn't even an announcer speaking. Suddenly, those lights went off as well and the crowd got louder. Over the noise of them were heard a loud, "UH!" And then the music started to an unfamiliar song. The lights around the stage came on, and there was Hannah standing in the middle. The music kept going, and a second set of lights came on revealing that her band had suddenly appeared as well.

"How y'all doing tonight?" She called out over the noise of the crowd, who, if possible, got even louder than before. "It has been a long few years, hasn't it? I want to thank y'all for selling out this arena on such short notice! I have a new cd, which releases at midnight tonight! But don't y'all worry, you don't need to rush out of here to get it, because each and every one of you is getting a free copy tonight!" The crowd erupted one more time, and Hannah had to wait a few minutes, while the band kept playing, until she could be heard again. "This here is my first single on my new cd, and it's called Want U Back!" Hannah made that strange, "UH!" sound again, and the song began. A pit formed in my stomach, as, for the first time, I got to see Hannah do her thing while knowing that underneath, it was all Miley.

'Hey, oh, you never had much game

Thought I needed to upgrade

So I went and walked away way way

Ugh!

Now, I see you've been hanging out

With that other girl in town

Looking like a pair of clowns clowns clowns

Ugh!

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

And now you're doing them with her

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

You got me, got me like this: Ugh!

And now you're taking her to every restaurant

And everywhere we went, come on!

And now you're taking her to every restaurant

You got me, got me like this: Ugh!

Oh, you can say anything you wanna

I don't give a shh, no one else can have ya

I want u back, I want you back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ugh!

I broke it off thinking you'd be cryin'

Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin'

I want u back, I want you back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ugh!

Please, this ain't even jealousy

She ain't got a thing on me

Tryin' to rock them ug-a-ly jeans jeans jeans

Ugh!

You clearly didn't think this through

If what I've been told is true

You'll be crawling back like boo hoo hoo

Ugh!

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

And now you're doing them with her

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

You got me, got me like this: Ugh!

And now you're taking her to every restaurant

And everywhere we went, come on!

And now you're taking her to every restaurant

You got me, got me like this: Ugh!

Oh, you can say anything you wanna

I don't give a shh, no one else can have ya

I want you back, I want u back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ugh!

I broke it off thinking you'd be cryin'

Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin'

I want you back, I want u back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ugh!

Ohhh, I thought you'd still be mine

When I kissed you goodbye uh oh, uh oh

Ohhh, and you might be with her

But I still had you first uh oh, uh oh

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

And now you're doing them with her

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

Yo!

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

And now you're doing them with her

Remember all the things that you and I did first?

You got me, got me like this: Oh!

Oh, you can say anything you want

I don't give a shh, no one else can have ya

I want you back, I want you back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ugh!

I broke it off thinking you'd be cryin'

Now I feel like shh looking at you flyin'

I want you back, I want you back

Wa-want u, want u back (Ugh! )

Ohhh, I want you back

I want you back

Wa-want you, want you back

Ohhh, I want you back

I want you back

Wa-want you, want you back'

The song came to a close. "How'd y'all like that?" Hannah cupped her hand to her ear like she couldn't hear the crowd, and they exploded, making my ears ring, but it didn't bother me. Hannah had taken my breath away. Her stage presence, her voice, her everything just made me completely breathless. And there was a pit in my stomach that I couldn't identify until almost halfway through the concert. And then it hit me what was bothering me so much. 'Could Want U Back have been written for me?'

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