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 5th episode of 'Unsung', Miley (as Hannah Montana), Lilly (as Lola) and Robbie Ray (as Mr. Montana) are headed for Hannah's latest concert when a call comes in that threatens to change the life of one of the three people in the limo. Later, Miley and Katie reunite post concert and Katie is invited to spend the night along with Lilly. The result being Lilly getting knocked out of bed and rising early to eat breakfast with a worried Robby Ray. Finally, Lilly makes a shocking discovering...of the 'love making' variety.

Original Airdate: Wednesday, February 18, 2009 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'My First Time')

Story Codes: no sex

They messed around in the closet for a few hours before Robby Ray called up that the limo was waiting. Miley wished it wasn’t – she hadn’t had fun with Lilly like that in weeks. It was comforting to know that their friendship was still intact, even if it was a little strained at the moment.

Robby was also glad that the girls had seemed to work things out. He didn’t know what had been going on with them, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out that Lilly was coming with. He could only smile at them as they thundered down the stairs and into the waiting limousine.

“Hannah, you almost forgot your purse,” Lola shook the small white purse in front of Miley’s face, smiling deviously. “That or I took it and hid it from you.”

Miley snatched it from her. “You didn’t look through it, did you?” she asked, voice tight.

Her pulse picked up slightly. The song she’d written for Lilly was still in there. She would die if Lilly had found it and read it.

“No. Why? Is there something in there I shouldn’t see?” she asked conspiratorially, leaning over playfully to get a glimpse of the inside.

“No, no,” Miley emitted a short nervous laugh. “Just a note from Oliver, proclaiming his undying love for me.”

“I thought we moved past that point in his obsession with Hannah,” Lilly joked. “I thought he was on to stalking and raiding your trashcans.”

Miley whapped Lilly gently in the stomach. “Don’t even joke about that.”

Lilly chortled. “As if Oliver would do that. He gave up on Hannah, you know that.”

Hesitantly chuckling, Miley nodded. She was just glad that Lilly had seemingly forgotten about the purse. Robby Ray watched the exchange silently, noticing the blush over Miley’s cheeks and wondering, not for the first time, if his little girl hadn’t been heartbroken over a boy.

The limo fell into an uncomfortable silence. Miley was still thinking about the silent song written on a scrap of paper. Lilly twiddled her thumbs, wanting to talk, but not willing, for once, to start a conversation. The silence acted like peanut butter, sticking her tongue to the roof of her mouth and making it difficult to speak.

Miley jumped when her cell phone rang, and she hurried to open her purse and answer it. She smiled shyly when she saw the name on the caller ID. “Hey, Katie,” she whispered, trying to keep the phone call as private as possible in the small area.

It took Lilly a moment before realization dawned on her, and she flushed and looked away. Miley was obviously talking to the girl she had seen at the mall.

“What?”

Lilly looked back over to Miley, whose face had fallen slightly.

“Are you alright? No, no… I can’t right now, I’ve got something I can’t miss,” she said, face twisted in worry.

“Look, I’m going to call my brother. Head over to my house, and he’ll let you in. Just stay there until I get home, okay? I’ll try not to be too late. I’ve got to go, though. Okay. Me too. Yeah. Bye.”

Lilly cocked her head at her friend questioningly, but received a sad shake of the head in return as Miley dialed home. There was a short wait until the other end of the line picked up. “Jackson? What are you doing? No, wait, please don’t answer that. I need a favor,” she paused as the normal moaning sounded and she waited patiently until he was done. “Look, Katie’s coming over, and I need you to let her in for me. She’s going to stay there until I get home. Just do it, Jackson, it’s important,” she growled, frustrated. “Thank you. I’ll get you tickets to an Angels game if you want as thanks. Sure, I’ll see what I can do. Jackson, I’ve got to go,” she sighed, hanging up.

“Everything okay, bud?” her dad asked her, mirroring the concerned look on Lilly’s face.

She shook her head, leaning her forehead on the cool window. “My friend Katie had a fight with her mom and dad, so she’s going to crash at our house for tonight.”

He blinked in confusion. “Do I know Katie?” She shook her head in the negative. “What were they fighting about?”

“Can we talk about it later?” she pleaded, still not looking at either him or Lilly. They relented, but only because it was obvious she wasn’t going to say anything else on the matter anyway.

It seemed like hours before Robby opened one of the doors and stepped out. Miley scurried out behind him with Lilly hot on her tail. Both blushed mildly as Lilly collided into Miley as she tripped on the curb.

Miley was rushed into make-up as soon as she stepped into the concert stadium. Lilly waved at Miley’s retreating form. Robby stood next to her, his arms folded against his chest. He stared down at Lilly, wishing his mustache would stop itching. Lilly glanced at him and smiled weakly.

“Mr. Montana…” she acknowledged him, wondering if he knew that he was staring. It was making her uncomfortable.

“Lola,” he tilted his hat slightly in greeting. “What d’you say we go wait in her dressing room?”

“Will there be hot dogs? Or sushi? Or a chocolate fountain? Or how about cookies?” Lilly instantly forgot about any embarrassment she might have felt and bolted off to find food. She, like many adolescent boys, was easily swayed by good food.

Robby Ray chuckled and headed in the same direction, although his pace was a great deal slower. He just hoped Lilly didn’t choke on anything. She reminded him so much of Jackson at times. Both of them were vacuum cleaners. It was no surprise to hear Lilly’s happy shouts a few moments later.

“Mini corndogs! Lola like-y!”

When he arrived in the dressing room, Lilly had collapsed to the couch, hand resting on her stomach, eyes closed in delight. Half the tray of mini corndogs had disappeared into her belly.

“Lola?” He waved a hand in front of her blissful face. She didn’t physically respond but managed a happy grunt. “Can you open your eyes, kiddo?”

She pried one open, “Yeah?”

“I wanted to talk,” he sat on the coffee table in front of her, waiting for her to sit up straight.

“About what?” Still rubbing her stomach, Lilly leaned forward, propping herself up by settling her chin on her hands and her elbows on her knees.

“Miley. She’s been a little… off, recently, and I was wondering if you could tell me why.”

Lilly fell back against the couch, cheeks stained a brilliant red. “Mr. Montana…”

“Listen, I know there’s that unspoken thing between friends never to tell secrets to parents, but I’m worried about her. I’ve seen things become a little strained between the two of you, and Miley’s been acting strange. And to top it off, there was that phone call in the car. I’d never even head of this Katie girl before tonight. I just want to make sure my baby girl’s alright.”

“Miley’s… Miley’s fine. She’s just going through some... stuff…” Lilly replied, remaining purposefully vague. She was not enjoying this conversation. It felt like she was betraying Miley by even admitting as much as she had.

“Just, well… Just let me know if there’s anything I should worry about, okay?” She nodded that she would. “Thanks, Lola,” Robby reached up and adjusted his hat. His eyes never left Lilly’s though she was looking everywhere else in the room but at him.

Miley plowed into the room then, painted up to perfection, giving Lilly the perfect excuse to get away from Robby Ray. Her wig was settled safely on her head, though a few strands were caught in her lip gloss. Lilly jumped to her feet, skittering away from Robby Ray. She reached forward, brushing the hairs out of Miley’s face. Her blush had faded from tomato stain to faint pink.

Miley grinned happily, her earlier down mood forcibly forgotten for the moment. “This is going to be a great concert,” she beamed, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable atmosphere in the room.

“Yeah, especially since your good luck charm is feelin’ good,” Lilly rubbed her hands together, blowing on them slightly. Miley giggled.

And, barring one obsessed fan nearly crawling on stage, the performance was flawless and Miley produced not one, nor two, but four encore songs. By the time she was done singing, her face was flushed and her adrenaline was pumping. She practically danced off stage, swinging Lilly around as she worked off her performance high.

Her performance high quickly turned into nervous energy, however, when she remembered Katie waiting at home for her, and why. The ride home was uncomfortable for all involved. Miley stared out the window, all nerves and worried energy. Lilly watched her, wondering what had happened to Miley’s… girlfriend… that would cause the girl to act like this.

Robby Ray, for his part, just watched the two of them and didn’t say a word.

When the car stopped in front of the Stewart house, Miley was already out, walking quickly to the door. Lilly shared a look with Miley’s dad before they followed. Entering the house, Lilly saw Miley in the kitchen, conversing quietly with Jackson.

As Lilly approached the kitchen Miley’s urgent tones became clearer. “… just fell asleep? Did she tell you what happened?”

Jackson shook his head, and waved at Lilly and his dad in acknowledgement. “She didn’t say much. She went up to your room when she got here, but came back down a little after and said she didn’t want to be alone. So we sat on the couch watching TV ‘til she fell asleep, about an hour ago.”

Miley nodded and looked back at her girlfriend, who Lilly had just noticed on the couch. Lilly felt an irrational stab of jealousy toward the girl. Who was she to make Miley worry like this?

The female Stewart thanked her brother and walked over to the couch. Lilly had to turn away as she crouched in front of the girl, tenderness and concern written on her face.

“Hey there,” Miley whispered, shaking the small girl lightly. She was rewarded with slowly blinking eyes and a sleepy smile that Miley melted for.

“Hey there yourself,” Katie whispered in return, reaching out and stroking Miley’s cheek lovingly. They stayed like that for a minute, until the sounds from the kitchen penetrated their haze, and Katie pulled away and sat up. “What time is it?” she yawned, stretching like a cat.

“A little after one.”

Katie looked at her strangely. “I thought you weren’t going to be late?” she asked, slightly confused.

Miley flopped next to her on the couch and sighed. “Trust me, this is nothing.” There was a brief pause before she leaned her head on the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Was it horrible?”

She felt Katie nod, and heard her take a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. “Yeah. I’m not sure they’re going to let me back home,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke.

Lilly, who was at a loss for anything else to do while Miley and Katie talked, sat in the kitchen with Jackson and ate a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Robby Ray had said goodnight already, and was long asleep in his room.

“So,” Jackson said after several minutes of slightly uncomfortable silence.

“So,” she responded after it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything further.

He took a bite out of his ice cream and looked toward the living room, where his sister was leaning against the Katie’s shoulder. “How long have you guys known Katie?” he asked, still watching the two on the couch.

“I’ve never met her,” Lilly snapped, irrationally bitter.

Jackson turned to her in surprise. “Really? But Miley tells you everything.”

“Yeah, I know.” Lilly knew it wasn’t his fault, but Jackson’s words were opening a wound she didn’t really want to acknowledge, and the easiest way for her to deal with pain was to dish it right back. She just didn’t know anything that would hurt him.

“Do you think they’re dating?”

Lilly choked on her ice cream. Jackson pounded her back lightly, helping to free up her airway. “What?” she asked, surprised. Who knew that Jackson was this observant?

He shrugged. “I’ve just been thinking recently. Miley’s never really shown an interest in guys. And look at them; it’s kind of obvious if you’re looking for it, you know?”

Lilly turned in her chair to look at the couple on the couch. There was definitely no hiding that they were together. Katie was laying with her head in Miley’s lap, and Miley was stroking the other girl’s hair softly. Lilly could hear the sobs from the kitchen. Shaking her head, she slid out of her seat and stood. “I don’t know, Jackson. But would it really be that bad?” she asked, testing the water a little for her best friend.

“No,” he shrugged picking up both of their empty bowls and carrying them to the sink. “I just want to make sure Miley’s happy, because my life sucks when she’s not.”

Lilly laughed as she walked out of the kitchen and over to the couple, gaining Miley’s attention as she did. “We going to bed?” she asked, sitting on the back of the couch.

Katie sat up when she heard Lilly’s voice, and looked at the blonde, confused. “Who are you?” she asked, looking more at Miley than Lilly.

“Katie, this is Lilly. Lilly, this is Katie,” she introduced, standing and stretching. “Now that we all know each other, I vote for sleep.”

Lilly forced a laugh as she nodded. They didn’t say anything else until they reached Miley’s room, whereupon Lilly flopped on the bed and sprawled out, waving the other two off. “I call the bed. You two lovebirds can sleep on the floor, as punishment for all the emotional scarring you’ve put me through and shall put me through in the future.”

Miley laughed and whapped her with a pillow. “Scoot over octopus, there’s enough room for all three of us.”

“Ooh, Kin-kay,” Lilly waggled her eyebrows, getting a blush from Miley and a giggle from Katie. Sighing, Lilly scooted to the edge and turned to face the foot of the bed, stealing Miley’s favorite pillow in the process. “You know what you did,” she mock-glared at the other girl when she complained. Miley glared in return, but said nothing and left the room for more pillows.

“So you’re Miley’s best friend?”

Lilly looked at Katie, measuring her up. She supposed the short girl was pretty enough, but there was nothing special Lilly could see that would have attracted Miley. “Yeah. You must be the girlfriend,” she said, the bitterness in her tone evident. Katie stayed on the other side of the room, but Lilly instantly felt bad as she watched tears well up in her green eyes. “I’m sorry, really. I…” Lilly scrambled for words to keep the other girl from crying. “Miley didn’t tell me about you; didn’t tell me she was dating anyone, actually. I just found out earlier today, and then here you are, full in the flesh, and I’m mad at Miley for keeping this secret, you know? I know I shouldn’t take it out on you, it’s not your fault…” Lilly trailed off as Katie smiled softly through her tears. “What?”

She shook her head, wiping away her tears. She never got the chance to answer, because Miley returned to the room then, and seeing that Katie was crying again, dropped the pillows she was carrying and gathered the small girl in her arms.

“What happened?” Lilly asked, morbidly curious.

It took a few minutes for the raven-haired girl to calm down. When she did, she and Miley climbed into bed and sat at the head, facing Lilly, with Miley’s arms wrapped around Katie from behind. Katie took a deep breath. “A friend of my mom’s saw me and Miley together. My parents are like those super-conservative Catholics who hate everything that’s different from what they grew up with. Needless to say, I’m not welcome in their home until I ‘straighten out.’” She made quote signs in the air. “With bunny rabbit ears.”

Miley smiled at the attempted joke. “I have some pj’s for you if you want,” she offered the other two girls. They nodded, and, taking the proffered sleeping garments, each took a turn in bathroom changing.

When Katie, who was last, returned, Miley wrapped her arms around her and leaned in for a kiss. Lilly had to look away, an embarrassed flush staining her cheeks. “Let’s get some sleep,” Miley said, turning out the light. Lilly slid under the covers from her end of the bed, while she heard the other two curl up at their end, whispering softly.

Lilly fell asleep quickly, but her dreams were haunted by a brunette girl being stolen away by a pair of green eyes.

--

In all too short a time, Lilly had the unpleasant sensation of falling. As she opened her eyes, she felt herself slipping off the edge of the bed, and flailed for purchase on the blankets. Unsuccessful, she hit the ground with a solid thud, waking up the other two occupants of the bed. Miley’s head appeared over the edge a moment later, sleep clouding her eyes and her hair sticking out every which way. “You ‘kay?” she slurred tiredly.

Lilly nodded, unmoving. Receiving confirmation that the blonde was not in any mortal peril, Miley disappeared from Lilly’s vision, and a light snoring sound filled the room again mere seconds later. Lilly, now wide awake, sat up and cringed. The two girls were wrapped in each other’s arms, smiling contently in their sleep. With a groan, Lilly stood up and made her way out of the room and down to the kitchen, where she was surprised to find Robby Ray, already making breakfast. She glanced at the clock on the stove and grimaced. It was only 6:30.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company at this fine early hour?” he asked in a voice that was much too chipper to be in use before ten.

“Fell out of bed,” she grumbled, settling herself into a chair at the table. “Why are you up? And making breakfast this early? You don’t really expect everyone to get up after last night, do you?”

He laughed and shook his head, cracking another egg on the counter. “Breakfast is just for me, unless you want some?” She nodded that she did, so he threw a few more sausages in the frying pan. “As for why I’m up, I have a meeting with Miley’s label at nine. They want to know when she plans on getting back in the studio, when we’re going to confirm the dates for the next tour, that kind of stuff.”

“Oh.” Lilly looked at Miley’s dad with a new kind of respect. “You know, Mr. S, you are a really great guy.”

He laughed and waved her off. “Thank you Lilly, but I was gonna feed you anyway.”

They sat in silence for a few moments longer, before Robby Ray broached the very subject Lilly had been thinking about. “So did you find out what happened with your friend?”

“She’s not my friend,” Lilly responded, a little snootily. “But, I don’t know… it’s not my place to say.”

The eldest Stewart nodded as he set a plate of toast, scrambled eggs and sausages in front of the ravenous teenager. “I understand, Lilly. Look,” he said, sitting across from her, “I just want to help, and I can’t do that if no one tells me anything. As much as everyone seems to think differently, I don’t like being blindsided like a raccoon on the highway. Like I told you last night, I’m just worried.”

Lilly stared at her half-eaten eggs guiltily. “I’m sorry Mr. Stewart. I can’t say anything, either.”

Sighing, he shook his head dug into his own breakfast, letting the uncomfortable silence drag out longer. Lilly resumed eating as well, though she had all but lost her appetite.

When they were done eating, Robby Ray took and washed their plates before putting them in the dishwasher. When he was done, he turned back to Lilly, leaning against the counter behind him. “Just… Lilly I want you to promise me that you’ll tell me if Miley is into anything that will hurt her.”

She nodded at the earnest note to his voice. “Of course, Mr. Stewart.”

“Thanks. Well, I’d better get going. It’s gonna be a long day.”

She waved goodbye as she took up residence on the couch, too awake to go back to sleep, and too tired to do much else. Flipping on the TV, she laughed as she came across the Saturday morning cartoons. Settling herself in for some long overdue cartoonage, she couldn’t help but think the cartoons she grew up with were much better. What could possibly beat Dexter’s Lab or The Powerpuff Girls?

As nine o’clock rolled around, and cartoons began to give way to the news and other lame adult shows, she roused herself from the couch. Deciding that Miley had slept long enough, she made her way back to the brunette’s bedroom with the intent of waking her up. She opened the door, stood there like a deer in headlights for a second, then spun around and slammed the door behind her. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she repeated as she ran downstairs to the sanctuary of the couch.

“Lilly!”

The blonde had just reached the bottom of the stairs when Miley’s voice reached her, and she stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn’t stay there. Miley was there. Miley would want to talk. She couldn’t talk to Miley! So, without another thought, she flung the front door open and sprinted home, still wearing Miley’s pajamas.

--

Miley stood at her door, watching Lilly run away. She hadn’t even thought about Lilly that morning when she had woken up to Katie kissing her. And, in her sleep induced haze, they had gone further than they had before, to her pleasure. Shaking her head in disappointment and frustration, Miley shut the door and made her way back up to her room, where she found a fully dressed Katie sitting on her bed. With a groan, she flopped facedown onto the bed next to her.

“That kind of killed the mood, huh?” Katie smiled, rubbing her hand in a circle on Miley’s lower back.

“Ya think?”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Katie sighed, “She doesn’t like me very much, does she?”

Miley rolled onto her back and tugged the smaller girl down to lay with her. “Who, Lilly? I don’t know. This is all kind of a system shock to her, I guess. I don’t think its anything against you, really.”

A few more minutes of silence, then, “I need to find a place to stay.”

Miley nodded, knowing that as much as she wanted, Katie really couldn’t stay with her. “You can stay here until you find somewhere else,” she offered hopefully.

“Thanks, but I should get going. I have a cousin in the city I can crash with for a few days. I’ll give you a call when I get there,” she leaned over and kissed Miley thoroughly.

When they parted, both of them were breathing hard. “I think you can wait a little longer,” Miley whispered, pulling the other girl back down.

When they broke for air again, Katie got up and walked slowly over to the door, swaying her hips seductively as she did. She locked it and turned back to Miley, a mischievous glint to her eyes. “I guess I’m not really in any hurry.”