It was September in Malibu, and Miley and her best-friend-slash-roommate-slash-basically-sister-even-if-Lilly's-mom-was-a-check-grabbing-daddy-hater should have started their senior year today. When they had left the house this morning, the two of them had invented their very own song and dance routine just for the occasion ("Seniors, seniors, sen- ( Read more... )