i can almost see it, that dream i'm dreaming

mix it all together & you know you've got the best of both worlds

cute: looking for the boy
Miley Ray Stewart its_theclimb
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Room 311, Thursday Afternoon
After getting back from her sixth portal connection (through the Oregon Trail, and sweet niblets was she never doing that again), Miley was, well... Miley was stomping around the room and dumping her stuff everywhere.

And... sort of muttering to herself.

"Can't go to college," she grumbled. "Just because I was selling out stadiums and meeting the Queen of England instead of holding a spit bucket for the girls' wrestling team! Stupid Standford."

And with that, she flopped onto the bed to mope.

She was just a bundle of sunshine today, wasn't she? Visit with peril.

[[door and post open, yes! though any references to hannah montana are nfb and juliet's thread will be chronlogically last, plz.]]

Juliet leaned in the doorway. "Hey," she said. "I was going to go on an ice cream run, want to come with?"

She was trailing off as she spoke, though. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see Miley was not doing so well.

"... and are you okay?"

Miley moaned something unintelligible into her pillow. Because she was articulate like that. Then she surfaced, and in a fit of maturity, shoved the pillow to the side and sat up.

Well. That was an improvement, at any rate.

"Did you know," she said, getting up off the bed in something of a huff, "colleges can reject you just for not being in clubs?"

"What? No way," Juliet said. "My sister went to Columbia and she basically doesn't go to clubs that don't have a VIP section."

She paused to consider that. "Not that I think she's wrong..."

"I know!" Miley said, throwing up her hands in frustration. "It should be, like, about grades and pie-eating tournament awards and stuff! Not clubs that I obviously couldn't do when I was busy with --" she lowered her voice -- "you know what."

"Oh." Juliet sat on the bed, crossed her legs. "So, tell them about that and they'll let you in in, like, three seconds. You're a super-multitasker."

Edited at 2012-03-30 12:37 am (UTC)

"But I can't," Miley whined complained, flopping back down next to Juliet.

Miley, this was really a terrible way to endear yourself to a new friend. Just FYI.

"Then I'd spill the secret and I'd never have a normal life."

Edited at 2012-03-30 12:41 am (UTC)

Yeah, Juliet still didn't get why Miley wanted that. Famous people were weird.

"And somebody in the admissions office would totally leak even if you said to keep it secret," she guessed, trying to put herself in Miley's place. "So .... I dunno, maybe just explain you travel with her a lot? Like you're her companion or whatever. Not in the girlfriend way."

Very, very weird, it was true.

Miley paused.

"Girl who might be onto something say what?"

Juliet took a moment to savor being the one with the good idea. It was rare for her.

"Well," she began, "You'd tell the truth. About stuff she does, and places you went, and .... everything. And how you really didn't have time to join a bunch of clubs. But you just leave out how she's actually you."

Brilliant plan, no?

"It's not like you'd actually be lying. Much."

Miley sprung up. "You're right!" she exclaimed. "That's genius!"

Yes, yes it was.

"You," she declared, pointing at Juliet, "are brilliant. Rain check on the ice cream, okay?"

And then she raced out of the room like... well, like a hyperactive Disney girl.

"Miley, wait --"

She was gone before Juliet could properly squee over it. Juliet sighed, picked herself up, and left the room.

"It's okay," she told the air. "I'll make Jerms get ice cream with me."


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