AN: This is an AU story, the plot is taken from real life events. Lilly and Oliver don't know Miley yet, so keep that in mind. XD And yeah, I'm taking a break from the usual insane ideas that I have. No genies, no magic, no reading minds. Sad isn't it?

Liley with some Oliver & Sarah

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Hey There Miley

Lilly's POV

I was sitting at my computer chair, staring at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open. Oliver was standing behind me, leaning close over my shoulder so he could see. My body was in shock, my mind wasn't working, and I felt like someone just stabbed me in the heart.

"Whoa..." Oliver's eyes grew, along with his goofy grin, as I scrolled down the page, new pictures showing up.

"This is..." I paused, rushing back up to the title that caught my attention in the first place. Hannah Montana Gone Wild. "...not good. So not good. Very not good."

I couldn't believe my eyes. How could this be happening? None of this makes sense. Life doesn't even make sense. Why the hell would she go and pull a stunt like this?

I scrolled down a little, not wanting to look at the pictures again. They weren't bad, I mean no private parts are shown or anything like that. No drugs, no alcohal. But it still hurt to see them.

"What's the article say?" Oliver asked, basically saying that I need to read it out loud because he's too freaking lazy to do it himself.

I sighed, rolling my eyes before I started reading. "In today's world, we shouldn't be as shocked as we are to see teen popstar Hannah Montana showing off a little too much skin for the camera. We understand that child stars usually grow up dealing with much more stress and pressure than normal kids, but really Hannah Montana? We had high hopes for you. We saw you as the light at the end of this dark tunnel. We've seen plenty of other child stars, turned troubled teens, turned rehab visiting adult celebs go down this road, and we're honestly not surprised that Hannah's manager released a statement earlier today saying that Miss Montana will be taking some time off from Hollywood. Many other statements have been released about these scandalous photos, but we're starting to wonder why the only person not talking is the girl in every picture. Come on, Hannah, don't tell us your getting shy now. Also pictured at this party-looking atmosphere are Hannah's close personal friends. Standing out are popstar Mikayla and actor Jake Ryan, along with Montana's long time rumored boyfriend Justin, the twenty year old underwear model. If we were shocked when that rumor came out, let's just say we're stunned into a coma at seeing this. This being the possible end to Hannah Montana's career and the obvious end to her parent support. That's right, Hannah, the parents of your fans have spoken. You're out."

I leaned back in my chair, not wanting to keep going.

"This is tough to chew." Oliver sighed, standing up straight. "Are you gonna be okay, Lil? I know how much you love Hannah. She's been your celebrity crush since you were, like, nine."

"Seven, but who's counting." I muttered, pushing myself away from the computer. I didn't know why I was so upset. "I don't know, Ollie. It's just so weird. I never thought she'd do something like this. And now her career might be over? It's all just so...stupid."

"Come on, it's not like we didn't see this coming. She's a teenager, one who hangs out with a bunch of other messed up teen stars. You remember when Mikayla got caught with weed a few months ago, and when Jake Ryan's sex tape hit the web. She just got caught up in the wrong crowd, that's all." He shrugged, sitting on my bed and looking around at my Hannah posters that smiled down at me from my walls. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel like looking at them.

"I just feel so...betrayed. Exactly how I felt when they told me Barney was walking around with crack in his tail." I told him, still sitting in my computer chair. I wheeled myself closer to him, away from that stupid gossip site.

"Yeah, that was hard on you, too. Broke your little heart when you got that news. And remember how you're mom took me and you to Burger King to get you to stop crying?" He nodded, smiling at the memory.

"Oliver, that was last week. I've grown up since then. I'm mature now." I crossed my arms and looked up at my favorite poster of her.

"Good, because mature adults understand that this was gonna happen sooner or later. You can't get all upset, I mean, you don't even know the girl. Sure you've loved since you were eight-" He stopped when I muttered seven, but then went on with his little speech. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. Someone who is mature wouldn't get bummed over this."

"Fine, I'm not mature. I feel like a little kid that just got their lollipop stolen from them." I groaned, turning back to my computer and scrolling down. "I mean look at this! In this picture she's got her tongue down mister underwear model's throat. Half the time she acts like she can't even stand the guy. And in this one she's wearing shorts that could double as underwear! And look, that pervert's the one pulling her shirt up so the world can see her stomach. She's just giving us the peace sign, I bet you he did it right as the picture was being taken. That's the only way it makes any sense...even though it's happening in every picture."

"Lilly, listen to yourself." Oliver said, standing and walking to my door. He opened it and turned to face me. "I think you need a little relaxing time before you send death threats his way via snail mail. Let's go to our secret spot, you need to get away from that computer."

I bit my bottom lip and looked at the screen. Her eyes still showed that cute, little innocent personality that makes me, and so many other people, love her. But the rest of the picture, that isn't her. That's not the Hannah I love. That's not the singer I adore. That's not the popstar who sells millions of albums every year. That's a desperate cry for help. I just wish I could answer it.

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Miley's POV

The level of embarrassment I was at doesn't even exist for a third of our population. At this point, sitting here in Hannah's private jet, I wasn't sure what was worse. The fact that my stupidity is all over every TV channel and gossip site, or how guilty I feel for letting everyone down. My fans, my family. Everyone that means something to me, their trust is gone.

"You okay, bud? Looking a little sick over there..." Dad trailed off, sitting in the seat across from me. He had a newspaper in his hands, and guess who made front page?

"Daddy..." I sniffled, cursing every tear that now rolled down my cheeks. He set down the paper, folded his arms over his chest, and sighed. "...you know I didn't mean anything by those pictures. I was just...at a party, hanging out with my friends. I should've never listened to Mikayla and Jake Ryan, especially not Justin. They always know how to twist things around and make it all sound like a fun party."

He didn't say anything right away, just kept looking down at his hands. So I decided to keep going without him.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would blow up like this. I was...stupid. So, so stupid. I know I embarrassed you, and Jackson, and everyone at the record label...and I'm sorry." I wiped my tears away, glancing at my brother who had paused his handheld video game to listen from the seat next to me.

"Nah, I'm cool." He shrugged after checking to see if our dad had anything to say yet. "You made a mistake. Mistakes happen. I mean, it's not like this is Jake Ryan's sex tape. Now that would've bugged me."

I gave him a small, thank you smile and he nodded.

"Miles..." I looked up at my father. He didn't look mad, or really anything. "...I just don't know how to take this. That girl in those pictures...that's not my daughter. That's not Miley. Which is why we're going to Malibu. Hannah needs to think about some things, and we need to find Miley Stewart. She's in there. Malibu's nice, peaceful. We talked about you guys going to public school last night, and I've decided to go through with that idea. I talked it over with the principal, and you'll be just fine there. Said this school has the record for being the least violent public high school in Malibu."

"But..." I started, silenced by the I'm-the-father-I-know-best look.

"You've still got a few weeks of summer left, so you can learn how to get around. School will be good for you, Miles. And if it doesn't work, then, well I don't know what we're gonna do." He gave an old person sigh and pulled the newspaper out, covering his sad eyes.

Public school? At least it's me going and not Hannah...she'd get eaten alive. A duck walking through a shooting zone. Shooting zone...isn't that what public school's get bad reps for? Guns, fights, and even the lovely bully? How am I, the girl who last week was upset because her limo didn't come in the right color, going to ever survive a public high school?

Well, what about the up side to this? Who knows, maybe living a normal life and getting some real friends will be good for me. Dad seems to think so, and Jackson's pretty happy to be spending senior year at a public school. I guess I can stick it for a year, for my family. They're pretty much the only people that love me any more.

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AN: Sooooooo, how's it sounding? :]