After a sold-out Hannah Montana concert (two-minute standing ovation, baby), the limo pulled up to Miley's house and she glanced over at Dave.

"So... just warning you, my family is strange," she let him know, grinning a little. "Like, majorly wacky. You sure you're ready for this?"

[[nfb, obviously. for that short kid.]]

Lilly still hadn't replied to Miley's texts from a whole day ago, and by now Miley was Really Really Worried.

Worried enough to call Lilly's mom. No answer. Then her dad. Still nothing. Even her brother Haley Joel wasn't picking up.

So, frustrated and starting to wonder if Lilly was maybe on the run from the law or something, Miley called her own ( Read more... )

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... )