We spent the next half hour hunched over the biology books—me, Miley, and Lilly (Missy was reading some gossip magazine). Diagrams of bones, joints, and the skeletal system covered every page, but it all felt like noise after a while.


    Miley kept flipping back, frowning at the book. She closed it and started murmuring,


    "Ribs attached to sacrum. No, no, no, no, no. Sternum which attaches to a bone that ends in ''''..."


    "Or... or ''una''... Or Oprah! Yeah, that''s it. It''s my Oprah!


    And I''m a doprah who''snever going to europa!"


    God, does this girl have a goldfish memory?


    She red at me. "You''re thinking something very rude about me, aren''t you?"


    "Ha," I replied, pointing my finger at her. "Finally, a correct guess in thest thirty minutes."


    Miley looked annoyed at me.


    "Okay, this is not working. You''re not getting an A in Biology tomorrow with a normal way of studying," I said, then continued, "So, Miley, what do you really like?"


    She looked at Lilly, then said, "Music?"


    I nodded and went to grab the guitar that was resting on her bed. "If we write a song with the information you need for the test, do you think you could sing it and remember?" I asked, already sitting down and positioning the guitar on myp.


    Miley widened her eyes and shouted, "That is brilliant! We can do it."


    And so we started writing, and she began singing after each verse we finished. At first, she tried changing her voice, like she didn''t want to be recognized. But after a while, she was just singing normally.


    I was looking at her. What an incredible vocal. Without the mess and the drama, this Stewart can go even beyond what Cyrus did.


    After running through the full song a few times, she had memorized all the content.


    "Wait a minute," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Your voice sounds familiar."


    Miley''s eyes widened in panic, and Lilly''s did too.


    "Yeah, you just sound like Mika," I added, making Miley pull a face like she had just sucked on a very sour lemon.


    If this were The Sims, I''d see my friendship bar going back to its previous state with Miley (I was ying The Sims 1 yesterday. ssic)


    "Deaf boy, say what?" Miley eximed


    "Hey, I helped you with your test, why are you angry with me?" I said, feigning ignorance.


    Miley''s face twisted somewhere between gratitude and annoyance for what I''d said earlier. But in the end, she said, "Thank you!" with a genuine smile.


    I stood up and waved goodbye, telling them I''d give Missy a ride home (as I was going to my Santa Monica''s house)


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    In the car, Missymented, "You really like to mess with her."


    "Come on, she just makes some incredible funny faces. And don''t act like you didn''t enjoy it. I saw you biting your lips not tough out loud," I replied.


    "Besides, I helped her. Beyond today''s study, I''m going to invite her to feature on two of my songs."


    "Wow, two of my friends on the same track, and both using disguises," Missy said, amazed.


    "Did she tell you her secret?" I asked.


    Obviously, Missy already knew about Hannah Montana.


    "Not yet, but I think she will soon. And she isn''t very discreet, is she?" Missy replied.


    I snorted. "How many times did I hit to those bubblegirls that I know the secret?"


    Missy startedughing


    I looked at her with an amused face, and asked, "What?"


    "I just imagined the scene of her finding out you''re Marshmello. Hrious. Now I get why you enjoy it so much," Missy replied.


    Iughed with her. "That will be. Speaking of secrets, maybe I''ll tell Cara and Pippa about Marshmello."


    "So you and Pippa are getting more serious?" Missy asked.


    "Not really. On the opposite, she''s been more distant since that yacht party. And I don''t think we''ll get closer by telling her the truth. Our rtionship is probably doomed to just friendship, at least for now."


    Pippa will probably feel overwhelmed by the truth. Hard not to, finding out your friend or date is the most famous one nowadays. Besides, she was already feeling off because of the money difference.


    "I can understand that. I''m already surprised she doesn''t have a hard time now. You''re the most popr guy in your school. When I had a thing with a boy who was popr at mine, some girls tried to make it difficult—and he wasn''t even close to your poprity," Missy said.


    "Yeah, not a single girl would feel that in my school. Everyone knows better than to mess with someone I have a rtionship with," I exined.


    Cher and Regina basically dominate the girls, even the older ones. They''d stop any dumb idea.


    "Oh yeah, I forgot you''re not only popr, but basically the king of your school. But going back to Marshmello, I think it''ll be even harder when you reveal the truth to the world. From what I see in magazines and TV, it''s tough for a normal person to date a superstar," Missy concluded.


    I nodded. But I thought, that''s another reason I''ll only reveal it years from now. By then, JD will be big enough to crush anyone with funny ideas about me.


    I connected the car to the radio, and the announcer was saying, "Another paparazzi was found with several bone fractures and pieces of camera glued in ces inappropriate to mention at this hour. That''s the sixth one this week..."


    "Woow," Missy said absentmindedly.


    We kept talking until I dropped her off at her house. Since it was still just 7 p.m., I decided to make a stop at Carly''s ce before heading home.


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