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Lilly's POV

"Excuse me, Miss?"

The girl I tapped on the shoulder turns around. When she spots me, her eyes light up and a smile starts forming on her lips.

"Lilly? Oh, wow Lilly!" She lunges herself at me and wraps her arms around my neck. I stumble back a bit. She then takes the liberty to give me a kiss, more like a peck on the lips… It runs in her family, it did take awhile to get used to.

"Mm, it's good to see you too, Mikayla." I say with a chuckle. I put an arm around her waist. I'm still not used to touching other people, especially kissing… I let her do it 'cause I've know her forever, so it's okay.

"Really, how long has it been?"

"Almost two years." She lets me go and stands back. She eyes me up and down.

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just noticing how you've changed." She says with a sweet looking smile on her lips.

"Right… So, how come you haven't come by the neighborhood to say 'Hi'? Sending you E-mails and talking to you on the phone isn't the same, man!"

"It's not my fault! I've been too busy with photo shoots, interviews, recordings, and a bunch of other crap."

"Ah! The life of a star seems so stressful!" I say over-dramatically.

I should probably clear some things up. You see, I've know Mickey (Mikayla) almost as long as I've know Ollie. I met her two years after Oliver, She's three years younger than me, Ollie and I always made fun of her for being the baby of our little group. Anyway around our junior year of high school, freshman year for her, her mom signed her up for a local singing competition. We all knew she had a damn good singing voice, but that's not to say the competition was a breeze, there were other contestants that were good too. There were a few times in the competition she would freeze up and had to be calmed downed, but in the end she would still go on stage with her head held high. Well, needless to say, she won the damn thing. Her prize was a trip to Hollywood to sing with her favorite singer. Later on she met with some important people from the music biz, and she took off from there. She made enough money to get out of the neighborhood and moved to Malibu. I joked around with her saying that I would become her stalker and leak out valuable news worthy material out to the paparazzi if she didn't keep in touch. She has sent me a bunch of cool stuff from the gift bags she's gotten from those star studded events she goes to… I end up selling them on Ebay. What the hell am I going to do with a ten thousand dollar bracelet? I'll be too afraid to wear the thing.

"Shut up… it is hard." She pouts.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah. Sure. So hey, do you have anything to do later? Seeing as we haven't seen each other in forever?"

"I've got nothing planned. What did ya have in mine?"

"First we should find Oliver."

"He's here too?" She asks happily.

"Yup." We start walking out of the isle. "I had to crash at his place last night." As we make our way to the end of the isle, there's a noticeable yelp and a thud. I walk ahead of Mikayla, and find a girl on the floor with a bunch of packs of toilet paper around her. She slowly sits up.

Owie…" She says rubbing her elbow.

"Are you okay?" I bend down to her level.

"Yeah," She laughs nervously, "I guess I wasn't looking where I was goin'" I stand, and offer my hand to her, she takes it and I pull her up too quickly because she stumbles into me.

"S-sorry." She says in a small voice.

"It's alright. It was mostly my fault." I can't help the slight blush that creeps on my face. "Um, your name is Miley, right?"

She pushes herself off of me. "Uh, yeah. You're the driver from last night. Lilly." She's holding onto my arms, and my arms are around her waist. There's a wolf whistle and we quickly let go of each other. I turn around to see Mikayla leaning on the shopping cart with a cat like grin on her face.

"M-Mickey, where were you?"

"Some people wanted my autograph. Then I walk out here and find you putting the moves on her." She nods her head towards Miley.

"N-no I wasn't!"

"You're blushing." She teases.

"Shut up!"

"So how do you know each other?" She asks Miley, ignoring my outburst.

"She was my limo driver." I notice that Miley's blush is a deeper pink.

"Uhuh… you don't have to lie." She smirks.

"Mickey!"

"What? I'm just sayin'"

I sigh. "Don't listen to her Miley, she's a dork."

"Hey, don't get mad at me just 'cause you can't get anyone to go out with you." She sticks her tongue out at me.

"I wasn't even trying to pick her up. We're in a friggin' grocery store!"

"Sooo, what you're telling me is that if we weren't in a store and let's say a club, you would be trying to hit on her."

"Mickey, have you made it your job in life to humiliate me?" I ask flatly.

"Of course!" She says a little too happily.

"Hm," I turn back to Miley and clear my throat. "Let me apologize for her, like I said, she's a dork." Then I get an idea. "But for the record," I walk closer to her. "If we were at a club I would be trying my hardest to pick you up." I walk back to Mikayla and start pushing her in the other side of the isle.

"I can't believe you just did that." She says laughing.

I laugh too. "God, that was the corniest think I've ever that." I have to apologize if I see her again…

"Hey, it made me laugh."

"Oh shut it." She lets out one more giggle, "Let's go find Oliver." We make our way to the deli, We quickly find both Oliver and Sarah.

"Wait here 'till I give you the signal." I tell Mickey, then walk over to Ollie and Sarah. "Yo, Doughnut, hey Sarah!"

"Hey Lils," Oliver says. "Where's the ice cream?"

"About that… I found something better."

"Excuse me, you're in my way." I hear a nasally voice behind me.

"Tadaa!" I step to the side to reveal Mikayla.

"It's the baby!" Oliver tackles her with a hug. "It's so great to see you!"

"Jeez Oliver, knock the air out of her."

Sarah stands next to me. "Lilly, who's she?" Oliver's busy ragging on Mikayla.

"Oh yeah, we never told you about Mikayla, huh?"

"I think I would have remembered… Wait, did you say her name was Mikayla?"

"Yup."

"As in Mickayla the pop star?"

"Uhuh."

"Ohmigod! You know her!?" I can't help but cover my ears when Sarah lets out a high pitched fan-girl squeal. Everyone in the isle, including Oliver and Mickey, stare at her.

"Is she alright?" Mikayla asks me and Oliver, he's behind her, hugging her from around the neck.

"I think so. I told her who you where and she did that."

Sarah rushes over to Mikayla and clasps her hands with hers. "C-Can I have your autograph?"

"Um, sure?" Oliver lets her go and she brings out a pen from her pocket.

"So now you just carry pens wherever you go?" I tease.

"Hey, don't make fun of me." She pouts. She looks at Sarah. "Where do you want me to sign?"

"Oh, um…" Sarah turns to me. "Do you have a Sharpie?"

"Sure I do, because every time I go grocery shopping I take writing supplies with me."

"Damnit," She looks to Oliver. "How 'bout you Oliver?"

"Nope, sorry." He smiles.

"Oh wait!" I could see the light-bulb go off over her head, she fishes out her keys and lo' and behold she has a mini-Sharpie on her key-chain. "I was hoping you could sign my shirt." She uncaps the marker and hands it to Mikayla. "Write it as big as you can please." She turns around to show Mikayla the back of her shirt.

"Alrighty…" She writes Sarah a little message and signs her name. "And… Done!"

Sarah faces Mickey. "Thank you so much!" Mikayla gives Sarah back her marker.

"That'll be sixty dollars." Mickey says puts her hand out as if waiting for the money.

"W-What?" Sarah says in bewilderment. Ollie and I bust out laughing.

"Just kidding." She says, playfully ruffling her hair. "I can see why Oliver like you, you're really cute." Sarah blushes and Oliver starts stuttering. I keep laughing.

"Knock it off Mikayla." Ollie says.

"Oh? Was I wrong?" She says innocently. "I'm sorry."

"Okay Baby," I say after I finish laughing. "Stop picking on the Doughnut before it comes back to bite you in the ass."

"Heh, sorry, I'm just so happy to see you guys again. It's been no fun not having your best friends there with you, you know?" She says sincerely.

"Aw! You're so cute when you're being nice!" Oliver and I say as we both go in to trap her in a hug.

"Gah! Being crushed… can't… breath…" We let her go with one final squeeze. "Sweet air!" She gasps out.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad. "I smack her lightly on the arm. "So are we gonna go to your place or what?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Let's pay then."

"Yes!" We go around the store one last time to make sure we didn't forget anything. We mess around with each other, like shoving, pushing, and trying to trip each other, or throwing boxes of food at each other, until one of the managers of the store comes up to us and asks us to stop it or kindly leave the store.

We calm down, but we still shove and try to trip each other. And that's when I get pushed by Ollie into someone in the isle.

"I'm sorry!" Ollie, Sarah, and Mikayla are trying to hold in their laughs.

"It's alright." She sounds a bit annoyed, she looks up. "Oh, hello again Lilly." It's Miley…

"Um, uh, hi Miley, funny bumping into you again, heheh…" I get a get a jolt through my spine and goose-bumps on my arms. I can feel Mikayla and Oliver's eyes boring a whole through my skull, which does nothing but make me even more nervous and I start stuttering. "W-Well I'm terribly sorry for bumping into y-you, oh and what I said before." I say with a nervous laugh.

She quirks an eyebrow in confusion. "What you said be- Oh! Yeah that…" She blushes."

"For the love of your dog, do something!"

I turn around quickly and find Oliver, Mikayla, and even Sarah very interested in a can of soup that Oliver is holding. When I turn back around I can feel their eyes on them but choose to ignore them, and Miley's blushing harder than before.

"It feels like I'm all doing is apologizing to you today. I am sorry, I sort of forgot that I had two more dorks with me."

"It's alright." Her blush gets less noticeable. "I know how it is to have friends like that."

"Still, I feel as if I should make it up to you." I say rubbing the back of my neck.

She places her index finger on her chin and makes a humming sound. "Well, I'm always up for makin' new friends. May I have your phone number?"

"Oh, sure!"

We exchanged phone numbers and after we walked to the registers together with the Three Stooges making occasional remarks towards me. When we were in the parking lot, we found that Miley had coincidently parked next to us. She has a beautiful black Jaguar; she said she got it for her eighteenth birthday. I was also given a car for my eighteenth birthday, nothing nearly as extravagant as a Jaguar; it was an old beat up Dodge my Dad bought for me, when he fixed it up for me and it actually ran I was the happiest person in the world.

After Miley promised to call me, she climbed into her car, lowered the window and gave me one final wave goodbye. My focus was taken from her car leaving the parking lot when I heard Mikayla, Oliver, and Sarah, mostly the first two, clearing their throats. I rolled my eyes at them and semi-angrily reprimanded them for their behavior.

After driving to Oliver's apartment to drop off his groceries, we headed to Mikayla's where Sarah went into fan-girl mode again, When her excitement died down, Mikayla gave us a tour of her home… which was cut short as soon as we made it into the entertainment room.

"I call the 360!" Oliver jumps over the black leather couch to get to the console.

"Who wants to get epically owned on DDR?!"

"You're on!" Sarah and I rush towards the PS3 .

"Don't tell me that this is all we're doing all day?" Mikayla asks, leaning on the door frame, slightly annoyed.

"Oliver and I dare look at her with a 'Duh' look on our faces.

She lets out a sigh." Fine, do you guys want me to order a pizza then?"

"Yes please." The three of us chorus.

When she leaves the room I turn to Oliver, who's already looking my way. "Oliver, you've been replaced." I say cheerily.

"Ah, I thought so too." He chuckles, and turns to Sarah. "I guess you can crash at my place now Sarah, if you still don't want to go to your uncle's place."

"Would that be okay? I mean I don't want to cause any problems or anything."

"Hey it won't be a problem." He waves her off. "You're just gonna have to help with the rent is all."

"Cool. Then I accept your offer."

"Just don't do anything…" I say to myself.

"What was that?" Sarah asks.

"I said your ass is about to get handed to you."

Miley's POV

Truth be told, I saw Mikayla first, it came as a shock when I saw her kiss Lilly on the lips… For a second I thought they were together, and I haven't heard of Mikayla being out, not that I care or anything…

I'm most surprised in myself for actually asking Lilly for her phone number… 'Ay, what was I thinkin'!?' I bang my head against the steering wheel. I'm parked in my garage thinking about what just happened not ten minutes ago. 'I mean, sure, I should be makin' new friends but, I don't even know if we'll get along. Wait, she was fun in the limo, but then again she's probably like that with anyone else.'

With a heavy sigh I push myself off the steering wheel and get out of the car. I take the bags inside and start putting everything in their proper places, and start making dinner. A few minutes later I hear the front door open.

"Hello, anyone home?"

'Crap, it's Daddy! I hope he doesn't say anything about last night.' "I-I'm in here Dad!"

He walks into the kitchen. "Hey Bud, where's Jackson?" He goes to the fridge to grab a bear and takes a seat at the table.

"With friends, he said he'll be back 'round evenin'." I start making the salad.

"Hm." He says uncommitted. "Say, Miles?"

'Here it comes.' "Yes Daddy?"

"Now, I know you're a responsible young lady but-

"Hey Dad can I ask you a totally hypothetical question?" I interrupt him quickly.

A small smile forms on his lips. "Shoot Bud." He takes a swig from his beer.

"Okay, um, well before that, how well do you like Jake?" I take seat next to him.

"Hmm, I consider a part of the family, like another son. Why?"

"Okay, then my total hypothetical question is this," I take a deep breath. "How would you feel if he asked me to marry him?"

"I'd be alright with it I suppose, kind of weird but alright with it none the less."

"Weird? Why weird?"

"Well, now, don't get me wrong, this just might be a father's wish of never letting his little girl go," I smile at this. "But he doesn't seem like the one for you, you know?"

"Not the one for me? What do you mean?"

"It's just, I don't know, I can't really explain it. It's just this feeling I get in the pit of my stomach. But then again it could be just like what I said before." He says cryptically.

"Ookay…" 'That didn't help at all.' "But would you be okay with it?"

"No matter what I would have to be, right? If you love him enough to spend the rest of your life with him, there's nothing I would be able to say." He drinks the rest of his beer in one gulp. "Haa, I needed that. If that's all, I'm gonna go finish up a few papers and make a few phone calls." He throws the can in the recycle bin and heads upstairs.

"Yeah, thanks Daddy. I'll call you down when dinners ready."

It takes me about twenty minutes to get dinner ready. In that time Jackson comes home saying that he got bored so decided to get home earlier. I serve up the food and call Dad down. We all take our place in the dinner table and talk about how our day went and what we plan to do the rest of the week. It's this family thing we do to keep in touch with each other. It was one of my Mom's ideas… She passed away a while back, but we still do it in her memory.

"Hey Dad, does Hannah have anything to do this week?"

"Let's see, you have that fundraiser coming up and a photo shoot tomorrow."

"Oh! I'll give you a ride to that!" Jackson offers.

"Okay, why?" I ask incredulously.

"What? Can't I just show a smidgen of kindness to my little sweet sister?" He grins.

"No." I say bluntly. "You just want to go to see if there's gonna be any models around."

"Heh. Of course!" He says happily.

I sigh. "Fine, but don't do anything weird." I warn him.

"Now why would I don a thing like that?

"Daddy, tell him not to do anything weird." I beg him.

"Boy, if you cause any trouble you'll be cleaning the house for a week." Dad says half-heartedly.

"Oh, jee, thanks dad." I deadpan. He stands up with a chuckle, places his dishes in the sink and goes into the living room to watch T.V. Jackson sticks his tongue out at me.

"Shut it Bucky Kentucky."

"Hey, that's a good disguise!"

"Riiight, and don't forget to wear it to the shoot."

"Nah, I was plannin' on goin' nekkid."

"Speakin' of disguises," I choose to ignore his comment. "I met someone."

"What? Like a new guy? Miley, I didn't know you had it in you. Way to go. Now you don't have to marry Jake." He gives me a thumbs up.

"No, not like that, and what's with you and Dad not liking Jake?"

"It's not that we don't like him, we think you could do better is all. Don't you think he's a bit full of himself?

"Well, kinda, but I've never heard Dad say anything about it."

He leans back in his chair. "Hm. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings I guess."

"Ah." I say with a bit of surprise.

"So, tell me about this new guy." He smirks.

"It's not a guy." I say a bit frustrated.

"Then you're going out with a girl? Whoa Miley, and here I thought I knew everything there was to know about you." He jokes.

I blush a bit. "I'm not going out with her, jeez."

He smirks even more. "So who is she? Any one I know?"

"Nope. She was the limo driver last night. I saw her again today at the grocery store."

"When are you gonna hang out again?"

"I'm not sure. We exchanged phone numbers, but I don't know when would be a good time to call her."

"Hey, why don't you invite her to that party you're going to?"

"I can't I have to go as Hannah." A light bulb goes off in my head. "I got it! Thanks Jackson!"

"You're welcome?" He says bewilderedly.

We finish our dinners and go watch some T.V with Dad. A while later they both go up to their rooms and I stay knowing I wouldn't be able to get any sleep. The thoughts running through my mind are the cause of it. For one, Jake wants to marry me, I have three months to give him an answer, and I'm not even sure I want to. And then there's Lilly. My mind keeps going to her. She's just a limo driver: polite, friendly, funny, easy to talk to, and I have to admit that she's very pretty, but most important of all she's my friend. I'm kind of nervous having to call her though. "Oh, I just hope everything goes fine in the end."

(A/N ) Oh, Miley, you so want Lilly. You should listen to your family!

(sigh)… Miley's POV made my head hurt, if I'm not too lazy I might retype it later… Next chapter's going to be hell for me. Oh well, FIGHT ON!!

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