AN: My newest Hannah Montana story (with help from Boris Yeltsin, so credit goes to him)! Enjoy!

Chapter One: It All Starts Here

Miley, dressed in a very casual set of blue jean shorts, a t-shirt, and some flip flops, sat on her friend's Michael's porch on a sunny Friday afternoon. She wondered why he would ask her to come over for? She had a few ideas why, but she didn't want to go into them now. She really liked him as a friend, and maybe something more...

"Miley?" Miley was jerked from her thoughts as Michael appeared in the doorway behind her. Michael, with his long blonde hair that reached his shoulders, and dressed in a pair of faded black jeans and a off white t shirt, took a seat next to his friend, and smiled at her.

"So, what's up?" Miley asked him. Michael smiled, and took two small slips of paper out of his pocket, and waved them in front of her face.

"What are these?" Miley asked him.

"These are tickets to a Hannah Montana concert tonight." Michael said, smiling brightly. "I remembered that you told me that you really liked her music, so I wondered as a friend, did you want to go with me?"

Miley frowned at her friend, and said. "Sorry, I can't. I have some, uh, school stuff to do at home."

"Of course you do." Michael said. Miley noticed some anger with that statement.

"I'm sorry." Miley said, trying to spare his feelings. She has never seen him upset like this before.

Michael stood up and stepped away from her. "I don't get it, Miley. Every time that I try to do something like this with you, you come up with some BS reason not to go. If you don't want to hang out with me anymore, just say so."

"It's not-"

"Whatever. Just go." Michael said coldly. He walked back into his house, and slammed the door. Miley walked back to her house, tears falling. If he only knew the truth. The two reasons that she was turning him down was because she knew that she liked him as more than a friend, and second was because in reality, she was Hannah Montana.

Hannah/Miley was sitting in her dressing room, getting ready to perform. She was still torn up about the little tear that she had with Michael earlier. She had to make it up to him in someway, but how?

"Hannah, you are needed on stage." A member of the staff said, breaking her current train of thought.

"Coming." Miley answered. Too late to think about it now...

Michael sat in the crowd, watching Hannah perform. He really wished that Miley was with him. He really did cherish their friendship, there was no question about that. Michael looked around at the various teens hopping up and down, and some girls winking at him. He smiled back at them, and winked back, just to be friendly. Michael got up, and left for the bathroom.

"Just great. I'm lost trying to get back to my damn seat." Michael moaned to himself. He soon realized that he was backstage at the concert. If he was caught, that would be it for him. He bent down, and attempted to tie his shoe. Before he could finish, the door swung open, and hit him in the head. Dazed, Michael fell back on his rear. He looked up, and saw a very familiar blonde.

"I'm sorry! Here, let me help you up." Hannah said, pulling Michael to his feet.

"Thanks." Michael said. "I shouldn't have been kneeling in front of you door in the first place."

"What are you doing back here in the first place?" Hannah asked.

"I got lost on the way back to the seating area." Michael told her. Hannah smiled sweetly at him.

"Uh, completely out of left field, but..." Michael looked down, blushing badly, "do you want to hang out sometime?"

Hannah/Miley remembered what he said earlier about the fact that they hardly hang out for a long period of time.

"Sure, I'll like to do that. You're kind of cute." Hannah said. Kind of cute!? This is my best friend, for Pete's sake! Hannah put Michael's number into her cell phone, and smiled at him.

"Thanks, call me later, okay?" Michael said.

"Okay." Hannah said bashfully. Michael smiled, waved goodbye, and walked away. Michael couldn't kick the feeling that he had met her before...

Hannah watched Michael walk around the corner, and she went back into her dressing room. Then the shock of what she did hit her like a ton of bricks.

"I have a date with my best friend..."

AN: As Michael begins his courtship of the famous Hannah Montana, Miley now has to face the fact that she is and is not dating her friend How will her friends and family react to that? R&R to find out!