its_theclimb: (fact: luggage)
With eight hours to go until her flight, Miley was kind of in a mad rush to get everything packed in time. Because everything meant everything, and for some ridiculous reason, when she'd shown up on this island last July she'd sort of brought a ton of stuff.

Not all of it was going with her, probably -- there were some outfits she had no idea why she'd ever bought and had no intention of bringing back home with her -- but a lot of it was, and most of it wasn't going to fit in her sparkly pink luggage. Which meant that there were moving boxes everywhere, and Miley was frantically attacking them with moving tape in the hopes that they would just close already.

Plus her phone was ringing off the hook with calls from Vida and Lilly and Jackson and her father, all wondering when she was supposed to get in, not to mention agents of various talk show hosts who wanted to schedule appearances with her, and of course Steven Spielberg, who wanted to know when she was getting to the set next week, and and and--

So yeah, Miley was a wee bit stressed right now. She was flying around the room, jamming things into boxes with her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder, explaining, "Yes, Vida, I know about the signing in Paris, I remember and I'm totally gonna be there on Satur-- no, yeah, I meant Thursday, that's totally what I meant, I'll be there Thursday, no okay I gotta go bye!"

[[open/open, last post!]]
its_theclimb: (neu: thanks for letting me be hannah)
It was funny, Miley thought, as she quietly paged through her closet in search of just the right outfit to wear on The Tonight Show later today. So many of her Hannah outfits were tied to old memories in some way. Like the pink top she wore to her first wig-fitting ever, at the age of twelve. Or the blue pleather jacket she'd worn to sing with the Jonas Brothers, or the tiny striped tank top she'd worn when she'd done that concert where she'd invited Uncle Earl to sing up on stage. She looked for a long time before she found just the right outfit to pair with her wig for later, one that wouldn't be writing over any old memories in case this went badly.

One that went just as well with brown hair as it did with blonde. )

[[nfb/nfi, and taken from hannah montana 4x09, "i'll always remember you." aaaand done, finally!]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: awkward!)
Well, the weekend had detained her slightly -- first because of stupid Portalocity and their weird weekend rules, and then because she'd found herself spending quite a bit of time getting to know her apparent fake future son Cash -- but finally on Tuesday morning, Miley managed to book herself a portal with only one stop (which she took advantage of in order to don her wig and change clothes in the ladies' room) before she got to Standford.

She sauntered into the admissions office, phone to her ear as she prepared to fake a conversation with her "assistant," Miley Stewart.

''Yes, Miley, the directions you gave me were perfect as usual.'' )

[[nfb/nfi, once again from hannah montana 4x09, "i'll always remember you." THIS POOR GIRL, I SWEAR TO GOD.]]
its_theclimb: (ily: pos relaxin with the boy)
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.]]
its_theclimb: (ily: pos relaxin with the boy)
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.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (say what: whut now (with lilly))
"Here, you can have this pair too," Miley said generously, holding out a pair of shoes to her best friend. "They're Italian, even. Just 'cause I miiiiss you."

Lilly smiled shakily, but Miley could see her swallow nervously and that tipped her off to the fact that there was something going on with her friend. "Hey," she said, flopping down on the bed to cross her legs and look at her best friend. "What's wrong?" 

Lilly bit her lip and started pacing, then held herself still. "I... sorta messed up yesterday," she said hesitantly. "And you're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Miley asked, wide-eyed and earnest as she patted the bed beside her. "Lilly, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Finally Lilly took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed beside her. She couldn't remember anything ever being this hard to say. "I sort of... might have... accidentally told your secret," she admitted.

[[For the best friend, and NFB.]]
its_theclimb: (say what: whut now (with lilly))
"Here, you can have this pair too," Miley said generously, holding out a pair of shoes to her best friend. "They're Italian, even. Just 'cause I miiiiss you."

Lilly smiled shakily, but Miley could see her swallow nervously and that tipped her off to the fact that there was something going on with her friend. "Hey," she said, flopping down on the bed to cross her legs and look at her best friend. "What's wrong?" 

Lilly bit her lip and started pacing, then held herself still. "I... sorta messed up yesterday," she said hesitantly. "And you're not gonna like it."

"What is it?" Miley asked, wide-eyed and earnest as she patted the bed beside her. "Lilly, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."

Finally Lilly took a deep breath, and sat down on the bed beside her. She couldn't remember anything ever being this hard to say. "I sort of... might have... accidentally told your secret," she admitted.

[[For the best friend, and NFB.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: DADDY. i'm FRUSTRATED.)
An exhausted-looking Miley was somehow managing to wheel two suitcases, a garment bag and a makeup case, all with her cell phone pressed to her ear. Don't ask her how.

"Jackson, I CAN'T," she insisted into the phone. "I'm telling you, we can't trust her. And what if she blows it? My life would be over."

Cue some angry ranting from Jackson, which caused Miley to huff, stop walking, hold the phone away from her ear and bend down to pick up her fallen garment bag. "See what you made me do?" she complained. "Because of you, I dropped my brand-new Valentino dress." Granted, it was shielded from the elements in a double garment bag, but complaining was what she did. It was practically an art at this point.

Jackson clearly didn't care, and Miley sighed and resumed wheeling her bags. Next time, she was totally getting a limo to the dorm.

[[Open if you want to catch her on her way back to the dorm, sure! Phone conversation NFB, please!]]
its_theclimb: (neg: DADDY. i'm FRUSTRATED.)
An exhausted-looking Miley was somehow managing to wheel two suitcases, a garment bag and a makeup case, all with her cell phone pressed to her ear. Don't ask her how.

"Jackson, I CAN'T," she insisted into the phone. "I'm telling you, we can't trust her. And what if she blows it? My life would be over."

Cue some angry ranting from Jackson, which caused Miley to huff, stop walking, hold the phone away from her ear and bend down to pick up her fallen garment bag. "See what you made me do?" she complained. "Because of you, I dropped my brand-new Valentino dress." Granted, it was shielded from the elements in a double garment bag, but complaining was what she did. It was practically an art at this point.

Jackson clearly didn't care, and Miley sighed and resumed wheeling her bags. Next time, she was totally getting a limo to the dorm.

[[Open if you want to catch her on her way back to the dorm, sure! Phone conversation NFB, please!]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: your southern is showing)
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. )

[[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.]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: your southern is showing)
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. )

[[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.]]
its_theclimb: (bfflz: omg i missed you hug)

Miley tried to stay on top of her scheduled appearances most of the time. You know, she did her best. But sometimes by the time her phone vibrated to signal that she had a flight out of Paris to an awards show in four hours, she was completely unprepared.

Fortunately, figuring out the portal situation wasn’t the hard part. Her dad paid Vida the big bucks for a reason, and that reason had a lot to do with her ability to take just about any challenge in stride, wacky or otherwise. So, garment bag over one arm, Miley hopped into a very expensive portal on the causeway and promptly found herself in a cushy first-class seat on a flight headed for Nashville.

She could get used to this.

From the airport, she was shuttled by limo to her hotel. Upon swiping her key card and tipping the bellman, Miley opened the door to discover – 

“Oh my god, Lilly?!” she shrieked.

“Hi!” Lilly squealed, dashing forward to hug her best friend. 

They shrieked and hugged for a full minute before Miley pulled back in amazement. “But – but how are you – ” 

She was cut off by someone’s voice coming from the adjoining room. “DAD, DO WE HAVE ANY FOOT CREAM?” 

Miley raised her eyebrows. 

“Jackson called,” Lilly admitted. “And Atlanta’s not too far, so I got my mom to send me up by train for the day!” 

“Thanks, Jackson!” Miley called through the wall. 

“You owe me!” came his response. 

After looking at Lilly and bursting out into mutual giggles, Miley flopped down on one of the enormous beds,  shimmering pink makeup bag strewn next to her. 

“So,” Lilly said after a minute, a look of mischevious consideration on her face. “What are you gonna wear? You have to look cuter than Taylor, or else people will feel bad for her when you beat her to Best Female Artist again.” 

And Miley was right back up again. 

“So, I was thinking this yellow dress I got in Paris, but maybe it doesn’t work with the – ” 

“You were in Paris?” Lilly cut her off, clearly amazed. 

“Yeah!” 

“JEALOUS!”

And it continued like that for the rest of the day.

[[NFB/NFI for distance! Nope, as far as I know, there’s no actual awards show tonight, but Miley’s a few months in the future so she gets magical futuristic CMA awards.]]

its_theclimb: (bfflz: omg i missed you hug)

Miley tried to stay on top of her scheduled appearances most of the time. You know, she did her best. But sometimes by the time her phone vibrated to signal that she had a flight out of Paris to an awards show in four hours, she was completely unprepared.

Fortunately, figuring out the portal situation wasn’t the hard part. Her dad paid Vida the big bucks for a reason, and that reason had a lot to do with her ability to take just about any challenge in stride, wacky or otherwise. So, garment bag over one arm, Miley hopped into a very expensive portal on the causeway and promptly found herself in a cushy first-class seat on a flight headed for Nashville.

She could get used to this.

From the airport, she was shuttled by limo to her hotel. Upon swiping her key card and tipping the bellman, Miley opened the door to discover – 

“Oh my god, Lilly?!” she shrieked.

“Hi!” Lilly squealed, dashing forward to hug her best friend. 

They shrieked and hugged for a full minute before Miley pulled back in amazement. “But – but how are you – ” 

She was cut off by someone’s voice coming from the adjoining room. “DAD, DO WE HAVE ANY FOOT CREAM?” 

Miley raised her eyebrows. 

“Jackson called,” Lilly admitted. “And Atlanta’s not too far, so I got my mom to send me up by train for the day!” 

“Thanks, Jackson!” Miley called through the wall. 

“You owe me!” came his response. 

After looking at Lilly and bursting out into mutual giggles, Miley flopped down on one of the enormous beds,  shimmering pink makeup bag strewn next to her. 

“So,” Lilly said after a minute, a look of mischevious consideration on her face. “What are you gonna wear? You have to look cuter than Taylor, or else people will feel bad for her when you beat her to Best Female Artist again.” 

And Miley was right back up again. 

“So, I was thinking this yellow dress I got in Paris, but maybe it doesn’t work with the – ” 

“You were in Paris?” Lilly cut her off, clearly amazed. 

“Yeah!” 

“JEALOUS!”

And it continued like that for the rest of the day.

[[NFB/NFI for distance! Nope, as far as I know, there’s no actual awards show tonight, but Miley’s a few months in the future so she gets magical futuristic CMA awards.]]

its_theclimb: (awk: early morning messy)
Miley? Remained oblivious to what was going on around the island, because she had yet to figure out the radio thing. Which was why she had no problem leaving the door to her empty room very slightly ajar when she went to take a shower.

And in that room, there was a closet. And in the closet, in a large garment bag with a lock on the zipper, were some clothes that were decidedly... glitterier than her usual ensembles. And in the very back of the closet, in a locked box, were a platinum-blonde wig on a mannequin head and a little pink comb.

Oh, Miley, Miley, Miley. Should've put a fingerprint scanner on that stuff.

[[Open for one and NFB!]]
its_theclimb: (awk: early morning messy)
Miley? Remained oblivious to what was going on around the island, because she had yet to figure out the radio thing. Which was why she had no problem leaving the door to her empty room very slightly ajar when she went to take a shower.

And in that room, there was a closet. And in the closet, in a large garment bag with a lock on the zipper, were some clothes that were decidedly... glitterier than her usual ensembles. And in the very back of the closet, in a locked box, were a platinum-blonde wig on a mannequin head and a little pink comb.

Oh, Miley, Miley, Miley. Should've put a fingerprint scanner on that stuff.

[[Open for one and NFB!]]
its_theclimb: (bed: conv)
The cold was what woke Miley up on this fine Monday morning, and it was not something that particularly thrilled her. After curling up tighter under the covers, she reached for her cell phone, only to find that it started ringing in her hand.

...It was spooky how well her publicist knew her.

"Hey, Vida," she yawned into the phone. "What's up?"

Vida's brisk, businesslike voice sounded on the other end of the line. "Miley, hi, glad I caught you," she said. "You'll never believe what I've set up for you this Friday."

Miley took a moment to hold the phone away from her ear and flip through the calendar on her phone. Well, it didn't look like she had anything planned yet, not that that had probably factored into her publicist's thought process. "What?"

Vida left a little pause before she continued, building up the suspense. "Hannah Montana," she said steadily, "will be appearing on the number-one web show in the country!"

"Cool!"

Vida waited, evidently finding that response unsatisfactory. When no further response came, she huffed and plowed on. "Yes, well," she said. "It's called iCarly. I just sent you some links." Sure enough, Miley's other cell phone, designated for Hannah Montana use only, was now vibrating in the drawer where it charged. "And here's the kicker," Vida said with pride. "They shoot on Fandom island."

Miley KNEW that name had sounded familiar. )

[[Establishy. Door closed, post open. Conversation with Vida so very NFB, please.]]

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