**alright, so this was inspired cuz I have a sick mind when it comes to Hannah Montana. This isn't meant to be very offensive, but sorry if it is. I used to like this show once, but then… ugh! Please review**

"Hi, Mr. Stewart!" Lilly yelled as she walked into the house.

Robbie Ray glanced up from his newspaper. "Hey, Lilly. No need to yell. I'm over here," he said.

"Sorry. I just kind of got excited."

"Excited? Woo doggies, you've been seeing me every day since you became friends with Miley and you're excited?"

"Mr. Stewart, um, this may be awkward, but…" Lilly sighed. "I like you."

"Well, I like you too."


"Wait, what do you mean? I don't… I don't like you like that…"

"See? I knew this would be awkward, considering you're my best friend's father, but… I don't know…"

"Here, I'll tell you what. How about I give you one little kiss on the cheek, then we never bring this up again."

"Okay! Deal!"

So Robbie Ray went to kiss Lilly, but wouldn't you know that, at that exact moment, Miley walked into the living room and saw the whole thing. She screamed to her death.

The end.