its_theclimb: (pos: huge hopeful eyes)
With the exception of one (disappointingly muddy) class, today Miley was having a typical afternoon, with nice weather and not a lot going on. So she was entertaining herself with reading Hannah Montana concert reviews -- a usual favorite pastime of hers, since they were only ever overwhelmingly positive -- when suddenly her zPhone buzzed with a text from Lilly. But before she could read it, her phone was ringing -- Lilly again -- so she just answered it.

"Hey, Lil, what's up?"

What she was met with was possibly the most piercing shriek of all time. But a happy one. Like some really prolonged squeeing. Miley briefly entertained the possibility that Lilly had found that one really nice review from the kid in Arkansas, then dismissed the possibility as she realized what it had to be.

"Is it--?"

"Standford admissions letters!" Lilly shrieked.

Miley's eyes went huge. "Hang on," she said, and dashed with really impressive speed down the stairs to the mailbox, where she extracted -- a bright manila envelope with Standford's insignia on it. Pressing it to her chest, she raced back up the stairs, squeeing at the top of her lungs all the way there.

"Okay," she panted into the phone as she grabbed it back up off the desk. "Open them on three. Ready? One -- two --"

THREE! )

[[door and post open, la]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: mm idea)
As Miley knew well by now after four years of pop stardom, doing concerts every night -- even with the occasional break for dinner with the boyfriend or having friends come backstage -- was exhausting, especially during a time that was supposedly her winter break.

But it was pretty fun anyway. And without having just done a full week of concerts, Miley wouldn't've had the leeway (or the pouting practice) necessary to encourage her makeup artist, Fermaine, to give her friend a makeover.

So. With an hour to go until tonight's showtime, Miley-as-Hannah lay on her back on a couch backstage and texted Lilly, wondering when she would just get here already, then prodded the dressing room door with her shoe.

"Jooooono," she called. "Are you done yet?" 

[[For he who isn't blue right now, and NFB for distance!]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: mm idea)
As Miley knew well by now after four years of pop stardom, doing concerts every night -- even with the occasional break for dinner with the boyfriend or having friends come backstage -- was exhausting, especially during a time that was supposedly her winter break.

But it was pretty fun anyway. And without having just done a full week of concerts, Miley wouldn't've had the leeway (or the pouting practice) necessary to encourage her makeup artist, Fermaine, to give her friend a makeover.

So. With an hour to go until tonight's showtime, Miley-as-Hannah lay on her back on a couch backstage and texted Lilly, wondering when she would just get here already, then prodded the dressing room door with her shoe.

"Jooooono," she called. "Are you done yet?" 

[[For he who isn't blue right now, and NFB for distance!]]
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]]
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: (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: (laptop: conv on floor)
After the rain and exhaustion that made up the welcome picnic, Miley was glad to get to her room and start unpacking. It was apparent that her roommate had already been living here, since all Surreal's stuff was assembled, but at least Miley could start customizing her half of it. That customization project consisted of her bed linens, a collage of photos of her and her friends, some comically large pictures of her and Lilly and Oliver, and as many of her clothes as would fit. Yeah, sorry, Surreal, it was kind of a girly room now.

Once the room was decorated to her liking, Miley plopped down on her bed with her laptop, opened Skype, and started a chat with Lilly.

"Hey, Lil," she greeted her. "You all set up in Atlanta?" 

"Yeah," came Lilly's response. "You all set up in Maryland?" 

Miley shrugged. "That or ancient Greece," she said darkly. "So what's up?" 

[[Open door, open post!]]
its_theclimb: (laptop: conv on floor)
After the rain and exhaustion that made up the welcome picnic, Miley was glad to get to her room and start unpacking. It was apparent that her roommate had already been living here, since all Surreal's stuff was assembled, but at least Miley could start customizing her half of it. That customization project consisted of her bed linens, a collage of photos of her and her friends, some comically large pictures of her and Lilly and Oliver, and as many of her clothes as would fit. Yeah, sorry, Surreal, it was kind of a girly room now.

Once the room was decorated to her liking, Miley plopped down on her bed with her laptop, opened Skype, and started a chat with Lilly.

"Hey, Lil," she greeted her. "You all set up in Atlanta?" 

"Yeah," came Lilly's response. "You all set up in Maryland?" 

Miley shrugged. "That or ancient Greece," she said darkly. "So what's up?" 

[[Open door, open post!]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
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-iors! Seniors, seniors, sen-iors!" with accompanying high kicks). But while Lilly had gotten to experience the joy of being a senior firsthand, Miley... hadn't.

"How could you forget to mail my registration?" )

[[And thus Miley's arrival is established! NFB/NFI for distance, obviously, but OOC is fine! Some dialogue taken/cut from Hannah Montana 4x02, "Hannah Montana to the Principal's Office."]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
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-iors! Seniors, seniors, sen-iors!" with accompanying high kicks). But while Lilly had gotten to experience the joy of being a senior firsthand, Miley... hadn't.

"How could you forget to mail my registration?" )

[[And thus Miley's arrival is established! NFB/NFI for distance, obviously, but OOC is fine! Some dialogue taken/cut from Hannah Montana 4x02, "Hannah Montana to the Principal's Office."]]

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