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: (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.]]

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