its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
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 father.

"Hey, bud, what's up?"

Oh, thank God. )

[[door and post open]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
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 father.

"Hey, bud, what's up?"

Oh, thank God. )

[[door and post open]]

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