Unsung

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters appearing on the Disney Channel's original series, 'Hannah Montana', created by Michael Poryes, Richard Correll & Barry O'Brien. Characters are copyrighted to 'It's A Laugh productions'. Original characters are copyrighted to the original author (QYM). This series is posted to Girls Loving Girls with full permission of the author. No copyright infringement is intended or implied.

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 15th episode of 'Unsung', the big interview (for US Weekly) given by Hannah and Lola has it's newsstand debut and the results are very surprising to both of the girls. Later, a date as their alter egos finds the two at the beach and enjoying some one-on-one time. But as always seems to be the case with the two newfound love birds just as things heat up to a boil they quickly cool down again when the reality of life comes crashing in.

Original Airdate: Monday, February 8, 2009 @8:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Hey Mickie, Hey Mickie')

Story Codes: no sex

Monday, Us Weekly hit the newsstands. So, naturally, everyone had a copy and was talking about it on Tuesday.

Miley and Lilly were in first period waiting for class to start when Ashley strolled into class with a copy under her arm. Miley felt chills run down her arms at the picture of Hannah and Lola on the front cover. It was the last one they had taken that night, and Miley knew – just knew – that people would be able to put the pieces together. She let her head hit the desk with an audible ‘thunk.’

“Can I see that?”

Miley’s head shot up and she stared in shock at Lilly standing in front of Ashley, asking for the magazine.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, I just want to see the magazine. I’ll give you five bucks for it.”

Ashley looked like she’d much rather eat the magazine than give it to Lilly, but she decided to take the five bucks, and Lilly was soon back in her seat, buried in the article. The bell rang, forcing Lilly to put the magazine away, but Miley saw the smile on her face.

After class, Lilly pulled the magazine out and read it as she walked down the crowded hall, bumping into people as she went. Miley, finally frustrated for having to apologize for her, grabbed the magazine out of her hands. “You can finish when we get to class,” she said before Lilly could complain.

“It’s really good,” Lilly smiled, unconsciously leaning against Miley.

Panicking, Miley stepped away from her girlfriend, but instantly regretted it at the hurt that blossomed on Lilly’s face.

“Fine,” the blonde spat. She grabbed the magazine from Miley’s hand and stormed ahead of her to class.

With a sigh and a frustrated “Why me?” Miley set off after her. Then, she remembered that she wouldn’t see her again until third. Hanging her head and accepting defeat, she made for her class, knowing she’d be in trouble when she met up with her girlfriend again.

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But Lilly didn’t seek her out at school. Even in the classes they had together, Lilly sat as far away from her as possible. Hurt and confused, Miley tried to talk to her several times, but the blonde was having none of it.

Gritting her teeth, Miley cornered her after school at Lilly’s locker. “What the hell, Lilly?” she practically yelled, slamming her hand into the locker next to her, causing Lilly to jump in surprise and several people to turn to look.

Lilly regarded her with cool eyes before answering. “Well, you obviously don’t want to be seen together at school, so I’m just respecting your wishes and keeping my distance.” Sighing in frustration Miley stepped closer, but Lilly shook her head and instead thrust the magazine into Miley’s chest. “Here, I thought you might want to read this. You know, about how courageous Hannah and Lola are about all this. Might give you a few things to think about.” Then, she stormed off, leaving a bewildered and angry Miley behind.

Miley walked home, alone for once, and read the article as she did. The interview was in there, almost word for word, but so were descriptions of how easy they were around each other. Guilt was racking Miley by the time she got home, and she went up to her room to give Lilly a call and apologize.

Only, Lilly was already there, in her room. “I’m sorry,” the blonde said immediately upon Miley’s entrance. “I wasn’t fair to you, and I know that you… have a lot more riding on all of this than I do.”

Miley dropped her bag and stepped to Lilly pulling her in her arms. “I’m sorry too, for not being as understanding as I should have been.”

The two girls stood there for a time, just wrapped in each other, and blocking everything else out.

Suddenly, Miley felt Lilly’s lip on her neck, and she shuddered at the sensation. She pulled Lilly’s face up and brought her lips down on hers in a stunning kiss, and when they broke apart, they were on Miley’s bed, with the brunette on top. They continued their heavy make-out session, and Miley’s hand got a little wandering fever. They slid to the hem of Lilly’s shirt and underneath. As they traveled up, Lilly arched into Miley at the sensation, but Miley quickly retracted her hand with an “Ouch!”

Lilly looked at Miley sternly, hand poised for another slap if needed. “Hey now, Ms. Grabby-Hands, none of that. You haven’t earned it yet.”

Smirking, Miley leaned back down. “Oh, I haven’t?”

Lilly shook her head vigorously in denial.

Miley opened her mouth to respond when her father’s voice rang from downstairs.

“Miles!”

“What!?” she yelled back, looking back at her door, but remaining on top of her girlfriend.

“Is Lilly here!?”

She looked at the blonde, confused. “Yeah! Why!?”

“Is your door open!?”

“No!”

“Well, open it then!”

With a grunt of frustration, Miley hauled herself over to her door and swung it open. “There, you happy!?”

“Very much, thank you!”

Groaning, Miley flopped down next to her giggling girlfriend. Lilly smiled and snuggled closer. “Maybe we shouldn’t have told our parents,” Miley complained, causing Lilly to laugh harder.

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The Wednesday before Thanksgiving dawned, and after debating endlessly with herself, Lilly decided she needed to do something.

“Miley, I’m going to one of the RC meetings.”

The brunette froze as she picked up her backpack from her floor in the bedroom. “What? Why?”

“I told you why. I just… I don’t know Miley. I stood up to my dad, and I don’t feel like I should be ashamed of myself. All this cloak-and-dagger sneaking around at school… it’s starting to grate on me. I’ve never exactly been a secretive person, Miles, you know that. I can keep Hannah a secret, because it’s your secret. But when it comes to my own secrets, I don’t really have many. I like being proud of who I am, all of me.”

Miley sighed and sat on her bed as she stared at her girlfriend, who was leaning against the doorjamb, looking resolutely at the carpet in front of her. “Okay,” she shrugged. “I can’t exactly stop you, just… just don’t mention my name, please? It’s one thing to be out and about and be… well, out. It’s another thing for me to be out at school.”

Lilly nodded, and that was the end of that conversation. The morning passed as most days did – dull and full of ‘learning.’ During lunch, she spotted Christina, and got up, running over to her. When she reached the junior, she smiled and waited patiently for her to notice Lilly. When she did, she smiled, clearly bemused. “Can I help you?”

“Umm… yeah. I umm… was wondering…”

The older girl seemed to read her mind, and her confusion cleared to be replaced with understanding. “After school today, in the art room.”

Lilly smiled gratefully and thanked her before returning to her friends.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully for the girls. Other than Miley getting into an argument with Jake over whether or not SpongeBob was an STD – something he had heard from someone – there was nothing of note, and 3 o’clock found Lilly outside the art room, almost quaking in her shoes. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped in. There were about twenty kids, some she knew some she didn’t, but they were all looking at her, surprised. Then, someone shouted from the back.

“Sweet! Michelle owes me twenty bucks!”

Everyone laughed and the door swung open again behind her. Turning, she saw Christina walking in. “Hi,” she said nervously.

“Hello,” the tall, black-haired girl returned. “Why don’t you sit down, we’re about to start.”

And so she sat next to a girl she shared a few classes with. Amy, she thought her name was.

“Hello, everyone. It looks like we have a new face today. We’ll start with introductions, and then move on to a few things of interest. Then, we’ll open to stories.”

Christina smiled and motioned to Lilly. Nervously, Lilly stood and walked to the front. “Hi, I’m Lilly. I feel like I’m at an AA meeting.” A lot of people laughed, making Lilly feel a little more at ease. “I’m bi, I guess. I’ve really only been aware for the past couple weeks. I’m not really a fan of keeping big things to myself, though, so… here I am,” she finished with a feeble wave of her arms.

There was a smattering of applause, and Lilly quickly resumed her seat. Christina resumed her place at the front, and, after forcing everyone to give their names to Lilly, the meeting commenced. They talked about if they wanted to do anything for the gay pride parade, and what they needed to do if they were being bullied by anyone. They talked about the recent vote on gay marriage, and how they felt about it. Then they opened the floor to each of the members, to tell stories they might have about coming out and such.

Lilly, sitting on the back of her chair by now, raised her hand. Christina smiled and pointed to her. “Lilly? You want to talk?”

Nodding, Lilly took a deep breath and began relating her story. First, about Miley coming out to her – being careful not to give away anything that might reveal her identity – then on to how she came to realize her feelings. She told how she got the girl, and subsequently lost her, and, ultimately, her father’s reaction.

She felt a weight lifting off her as the words flowed, and by the end of the meeting, she knew she had made the right choice.

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Thanksgiving passed with the two girls far apart. Miley spent the day with her brother and father, playing games and trying to keep her mind off Lilly. Lilly spent the day in Sacramento with her father and brother, mainly in uncomfortable silence, thinking of nothing but how nice it would be to see Miley the next night.

Friday evening rolled around eventually and Miley pulled her wig on. Lilly was waiting in her room, already dressed and ready, but Miley had changed her mind last minute on what she wanted to wear.

“Hurry up, Miley! We’re going to be late!” Lilly hollered, running a hand down her skirt. She was wearing black fishnet stockings, a jean skirt, and several tank tops, each of them a different shade of blue. Her wig was a navy color and she had a white headband on.

Miley snapped the last button shut on her pants and ran out of the closet. She grabbed Lilly’s hand and hurried them downstairs to the waiting limousine. After her birthday party at Tracie’s, her father had vetoed the Camaro for any Hannah business, as the license plate could be too easily traced back to them. Lilly barely had time to appreciate Miley’s new getup. Instead of her earlier outfit, Miley now sported casual black dress pants and a light pink halter top with a picture of Tinkerbell and the words ‘Fairy Princess.’ Lilly snorted at the joke. Her shoes were flat and open toed, whereas Lilly wore small heels to even out their heights.

In the limousine, they sat close to each other; Miley managed to keep her body touching Lilly’s at all times, whether it was their knees touching, their hands brushing, or simply holding Lilly’s wrist. At the restaurant, Miley tried to get in inconspicuously, which proved harder than she thought. The moment

she stepped out of the limousine, flashes went off. Lilly stayed close to her as they fought their way to the doors of the restaurant.

“Ah, Miss Montana, it is so good to see you.” The host bowed his head in greeting before checking through his list of reservations. “Many apologies for the crowd out there. We just couldn’t get them to leave. It seems that one of our waiters let it slip that you’d be here.”

Miley waved it off, unconcerned. “As long as they stay outside, I think we’re good. Just tell me I’m not at a window table.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Not to worry, I have you at a rear booth. Please, follow me.”

Following the host, Miley and Lilly power walked through the restaurant. Miley was very aware of the strange looks they were receiving but she didn’t know how to take it. Were the strange looks merely because of her celebrity status, the normal odd stares, or was this because it was two girls on a date?

They settled in at the table and picked up their menus. Lilly glanced through it and knew what none of it was.

“Hannah, you’ll have to pick for me,” Lilly whispered, feeling a little ashamed.

“How do you feel about snails?” Miley whispered back, a grin on her face.

“Ew. Just ew.”

Miley giggled, “Just kidding, Lola. I wouldn’t put you through that.”

“Are you Hannah Montana?” A young man walked over, clutching a napkin in his hands. He looked excessively nervous.

“Yes, I am.” Miley replied.

“I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re incredibly brave.”

“Oh, well…” Miley blushed, unsure of how to take the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, umm… Can I get your autograph?” he asked uncertainly, holding out a copy of the Us Weekly with her and Lola on the cover.

“Sure.” Miley smiled, scribbling out a sprawling Hannah Montana. He walked back to his table, leaving Lilly and Miley in peace. Miley sighed with relief, “I’m glad some people are supporting me still.”

Lilly smiled at her. “You knew they would. I told you, Hannah, you’ve just gotta have faith in people.”

Miley leaned across the table and gave Lilly a peck on the cheek. “You were right.”

Unsatisfied with that, Lilly followed Miley she leaned back into the cushion, pressing a kiss straight on Miley’s lips. “I always am.”

Their food was served in a timely manner, and Lilly thoroughly enjoyed it. Or at least she tried to, but some of the food was a little strange and she didn’t have that flexible of a palette. Miley was bothered a few more times by people wanting autographs, though Miley tried to make it quick. It was a large relief to Miley, however, to have people who still wanted her autograph.

“So, Lola, would you want to come here again?”

Lilly shrugged. “I’d like to try other places, too. But the food was really good.”

Miley could tell from the look on Lilly’s face that she was lying. They were back in the limousine after wading through crowds of reporters. She found it quite funny that they would wait around while she ate dinner just to get a few pictures. It’s not like she was going to stop an answer questions.

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too fond of it.”

“You weren’t?” Lilly let out a breath of air. “That’s good. I didn’t want to offend you ‘cause I didn’t know if you liked it or not and I didn’t want to be awkward, but if you didn’t like it I can tell you that I really didn’t like it but I liked being out with you, so I did have a good time.”

“Lola?” Miley waited for the rambling to die down.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to like something just because I like it. You’re not going to hurt my feelings.” Miley chuckled.

Lilly blushed lightly. “Right.”

“Shall I take you home?” Miley asked, hoping the answer would be no.

“Where else can we go?”

Miley pulled her cell phone out, checking the time. It was still only seven o’clock. “We could catch a movie…”

“And let you get mobbed?” Lilly responded.

“What if we took off the wigs? And just went as Miley and Lilly?”

“And risk people noticing our clothing matches Hannah and Lola’s?”

Miley hated it when Lilly made sense. “So what do you want to do?”

“I want to go to the beach,” Lilly proclaimed.

“Okay.” Miley leaned up to the driver, “You heard the lady.”

The driver tipped his hat. “Yes ma’am.”

Miley settled back into her seat and ran her fingers along the seatbelt. Lilly watched her anxiously.

“Are you okay with the beach?”

”I’d say something if I wasn’t,” Miley reassured Lilly. “We can get a little dirty, can’t we?”

Lilly blushed furiously, her mind dive-bombing the gutter. “Yeah… sure…”

“Was Lilly having naughty thoughts?” Miley giggled.

The blush darkened. “Miley…”

“Okay, okay, I’m stopping.” Miley rolled down one of the windows slightly to let in a burst of fresh sea air. Lilly sniffed it appreciatively.

Soon enough they were at the beach and Lilly was tumbling through the sand happily. She was careful, though, to keep her skirt down. Miley followed after her, shoes abandoned back in the limousine. Their driver had promised to return in an hour or so, giving the girls some time to themselves.

Lilly fell to the ground and began digging furiously. It was childish, she knew, but burrowing and making tunnels was one of her favorite beach activities. Miley went to her side and helped dig. Occasionally their hands would brush; each time sent little sparks through Miley’s body and she eventually couldn’t stop herself from pushing Lilly back from the holes and down into the sand.

Pressing herself down on Lilly’s body, she nuzzled Lilly’s neck gently and kissed the blonde’s jaw line. Lilly’s breathing had quickened, leaving her near breathless when Miley pulled away. Ever cautious of Lilly’s feelings and desires, Miley gazed down at her girlfriend, asking permission to press another kiss on Lilly’s inviting lips.

Lilly wrapped her hands around Miley’s neck, vaguely aware of the sand that was tickling her neck and probably getting embedded in her wig. That was permission enough for Miley who leaned back down and kissed Lilly gently. Leaving one hand for support in the sand, Miley sent the other to caress Lilly’s ribs. She hoped that she was doing this right. Lilly had no complaints; she just wished the sand was a firmer surface. Any slight shift in her body sent more sand toppling down her shirt and into her skirt. Her hands tightened behind Miley’s head.

Miley eventually paused in her work and fell beside Lilly, grinning manically. She’d wanted to do that for what felt like years. Lacing their fingers together, Miley pressed her thigh against Lilly’s in the hopes that Lilly would somehow get some of the emotion that Miley was feeling. Even without Miley pressed against her, Lilly was feeling very close to the way Miley was. Her heart felt like it was air in her chest. If she wasn’t weighed down by her body, she felt like she’d be zooming through the darkening sky. Her lips buzzed with excitement and her fingertips tingled pleasantly.

“Hannah…” Lilly murmured, wishing she could be whispering Miley’s name. “Thanks for tonight.”

Miley sighed softly, “I should thank you.”

“Why?” Lilly sat up slightly, genuinely curious. As far as she could tell, their entire relationship was based on Miley’s determination, love, and perseverance.

“You gave me a chance.” Miley sat up as well.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner,” Lilly murmured, casting her eyes downward.

“At least you saw it.” Miley wiggled her toes through the sand. “I don’t know how long I would have lasted, though, if you held out.”

“I bet only a few more days. I’m hard to resist,” Lilly joked.

“That’s for sure.” Miley agreed.

“So why me?”

Miley’s toes paused momentarily, “What do you mean?”

“You could have anybody you wanted and you chose me.” Lilly wanted to bury herself in the sand just to hide. She felt bad for asking but sometimes she felt like she wasn’t pretty, or feminine, or even desirable. When she was with Miley, all the boys flirted with Miley. Lilly was just the tag-along. When she was with Oliver, no boy ever even looked in her general direction.

“Lola, you’re the best friend a girl could have. What’s not to love?”

“I’m sorry…” Lilly whispered.

Miley could tell that Lilly wanted more, so she tried to put it into better words. “You know what I love most about you, physically?”

Lilly shook her head silently.

“I really love your hair. I wish my hair was like yours.” Miley shook her wig out. “Blonde hair is just so pretty and yours is so smooth. I’ve always wanted to just run my fingers through it.”

“Seriously?” Lilly stared at Miley, shock written blatantly on her face. “But you have Hannah’s hair.”

“It’s nowhere as good as a real head of hair,” Miley commented wistfully. Sometimes she felt like a bald man with a bad toupee.

“It’s too bad my hair is in this wig right now.” Lilly tried to ease the embarrassment she was feeling. It was absurd to feel awkward over a comment, but that was her usual reaction. She was too used to being teased.

“Lola, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” Miley tried to lighten Lilly’s spirits. “And I mean that.”

Swallowing roughly, Lilly turned her attention back to the tunnels, “We should fill the holes in before the limo gets back.”

“If you want.” Miley couldn’t help but feel like she’d failed some sort of test. “Lola, you do know I’m serious right?”

Lilly shrugged, “Can we not talk about this now?”

Miley nodded, “If you want… Hey, want to go shopping tomorrow? We can drag Mike along.”

“Sure,” Lilly suddenly felt short on words, “sounds great.”

The limousine returned and they climbed back inside. After switching cars once for safety, Lilly abandoned her wig in Miley’s possession and was dropped off at home. When she was alone, Miley groaned miserably. It felt like she was losing a race. Worse than that, it felt like her legs were weighted down so she didn’t have a chance at winning.