The Stewart Family Ranch | Malibu, CA | Sunday, Fandom Time
Fresh from what was possibly the world's most exhausting CD signing and still in her Hannah Montana garb, Miley ducked out of the limo that had brought her and Lilly back to the ranch and made a beeline for the front door to her wing of the house. This had been the Longest Night Ever, and the sooner she got inside, the sooner she could take a bath.
"Miley, slow down, I'm still in my Lola heels," Lilly complained, hurrying to keep up with her.
"Oh, quit whining, you big baby," Miley retorted. "Now c'mon, let's stop in the kitchen for some of my daddy's lemon squares. I wanna grab them before Jackson gobbles them all up like he ate my pancakes this morning."
Lilly finally caught up with her and peered into the kitchen window. "Looks like a little late for that," she pointed out.
Ew. Jackson and his stupid b-b-b-bikini model girlfriend, Siena, were being all lovey-dovey at the kitchen table. Seriously, what did that girl see in him?
And then Siena turned around and made eye contact with her, and Miley's jaw dropped.
That... could not be good.
So she did the only sensible thing to do -- she dashed away from the window as quickly as possible and darted into her wing of the house, then reached out the open door and yanked Lilly in after her.
The only possible recourse to this was to change into her normal clothes as quickly as possible, Miley decided, so she began to do just that. The wig came off first, and she hit the remote control to open her closet so she could get changed.
"Sooo I take it Siena saw you," Lilly observed intelligently from the desk. In response, Miley yanked on a pair of skinny jeans. Cute and bedazzled, yes, but undoubtedly her own style -- not a trace of Hannah in it.
"Ya think?" she snapped.
The next few minutes were a flurry of finding just the right top and accessories, and Miley was just putting her boots on when there was a thump at the door. From outside, she could hear Jackson banging on the door and calling her name.
"I think he wants you out there," Lilly volunteered.
Miley just gave her a Look, grumbling, "I'll take 'blatantly obvious' for $2000, Alex," as she made her way over to the door. And then she tripped putting on her boots.
"Hmm... you were rude and then you fell," Lilly sing-songed. "Karma!"
Which was followed by Miley stomping out the door. Okay. Time for another exercise in advanced lying. Trying to push people off the scent of her double life sucked.
She blamed Jackson.
[[NFB, of course. Taken and adapted from Hannah Montana 4x04, "De-Do-Do-Do, Da-Don't-Don't, Don't Tell My Secret," which is the world's longest and most annoying thing to type if you're looking for a transcript, trufax.]]
"Miley, slow down, I'm still in my Lola heels," Lilly complained, hurrying to keep up with her.
"Oh, quit whining, you big baby," Miley retorted. "Now c'mon, let's stop in the kitchen for some of my daddy's lemon squares. I wanna grab them before Jackson gobbles them all up like he ate my pancakes this morning."
Lilly finally caught up with her and peered into the kitchen window. "Looks like a little late for that," she pointed out.
Ew. Jackson and his stupid b-b-b-bikini model girlfriend, Siena, were being all lovey-dovey at the kitchen table. Seriously, what did that girl see in him?
And then Siena turned around and made eye contact with her, and Miley's jaw dropped.
That... could not be good.
So she did the only sensible thing to do -- she dashed away from the window as quickly as possible and darted into her wing of the house, then reached out the open door and yanked Lilly in after her.
The only possible recourse to this was to change into her normal clothes as quickly as possible, Miley decided, so she began to do just that. The wig came off first, and she hit the remote control to open her closet so she could get changed.
"Sooo I take it Siena saw you," Lilly observed intelligently from the desk. In response, Miley yanked on a pair of skinny jeans. Cute and bedazzled, yes, but undoubtedly her own style -- not a trace of Hannah in it.
"Ya think?" she snapped.
The next few minutes were a flurry of finding just the right top and accessories, and Miley was just putting her boots on when there was a thump at the door. From outside, she could hear Jackson banging on the door and calling her name.
"I think he wants you out there," Lilly volunteered.
Miley just gave her a Look, grumbling, "I'll take 'blatantly obvious' for $2000, Alex," as she made her way over to the door. And then she tripped putting on her boots.
"Hmm... you were rude and then you fell," Lilly sing-songed. "Karma!"
Which was followed by Miley stomping out the door. Okay. Time for another exercise in advanced lying. Trying to push people off the scent of her double life sucked.
She blamed Jackson.
[[NFB, of course. Taken and adapted from Hannah Montana 4x04, "De-Do-Do-Do, Da-Don't-Don't, Don't Tell My Secret," which is the world's longest and most annoying thing to type if you're looking for a transcript, trufax.]]