Big Girls Don't Cry

Authors Note: So this story is going to have a few firsts for me. It's my first Liley fic and pretty much my first girl on girl story too.

I never had even suspected there to be Liley fics until a few months ago. And honestly, I was like "What? People actually write about Hannah Montana?" LOL and then it was like WHAT? People write LILEY? LOL…

Story is totally AU – No Hannah Montana and all that "pop sensation" stuff.

Lilly is 17 years old in this story. It's her senior year in high school.

Miley is 25, almost 26. She is a health teacher. Married to the Nick Gray. And they have a little 3 year old named Kelsie.

Disclaimer: Sure rub it in that I own nothing : ( Talk about rude…

Oh wait! I do own Kelsie, she's all mine! So there, Disney! You can't have her! (Oh I feel so powerful right now! Weeee) lol

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OK that's all ENJOY….

Lilly POV

I feel the little pebbles on the ground; slightly shifting my shoes as I walk. Hands in my pockets, I look around but not really look at anything in particular. I breathe in the smell of the crisp cold air on this Tuesday morning. Feel the air as it plays with my long hair, swaying it back and forth. It almost tickles my face.

Looking around, traffic seems fuller than just a few days ago. Seeing all the parents' anxiety as they try to make sure their kids get to school on time, is kinda amusing. I even spot the kids that are driving to school, see their excitement that they no longer have to ride the bus or worse, have the parentals drop them off.

It's not that I don't share their excitement; I was thrilled when I got my license. But last night, I could hardly sleep because my mind was in overdrive. I started to think that this was really my last year as a kid; this was my last chance to do all the little quirks that used to annoy me (and wished I could grow outta them like ASAP), because in about 8 months, those little quirks would no longer be acceptable. (Like at all!!)

So I walked to school, figured I have the rest of my life to drive. Drive to all those boring places adults drive to, that soon enough, I would have to follow. (Ooh Fun!!)

After a few more steps, I see the building that has become so familiar in the last three years, soon to be four. And suddenly a surprising gut wrenching feeling overwhelms me. This is my last first day of school. No more going back to school shopping. No more running around the stores trying to find the perfect backpack, the perfect look. No more opening up everything you got and organizing it the night before. (Like fixing up your binder, with pictures of friends and stupid little things.) Getting a whiff of the unique smell of all the new pencils and pens. (Weirdo, I know)

All those little things that I've been doing for the past twelve years and suddenly it will be no more.

(Was it lame to think I was going to miss all that?)

So caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I was already walking inside. Knocked aside they were as I hear the billion and one things happening at once.

The voices, the shuffling of feet as everyone tries to find their friends before going to Homeroom. Talking about summers, hoping they shared some classes, asking if they had already seen so, and so. Who hung out with whom?

(Well I guess this I won't miss…yay me!) I can be positive when I want to.

The hall was overwhelmed with all the colognes' and perfumes, the hair sprays and body sprays. (Mixed all together, NOT a good smell, I can barely breathe with all this shit!)

It's pretty funny; the amazing need for every single person to look their best on this day. Everyone is wearing spanking new clothes and shoes. (Is it just me or does the whole world seem to own something from Aeropostale? And why is it you walk funny with new shoes? Sooner or later they'll get dirty. Some people walk like they pooped their pants, all for trying to keep them squeaky clean)

But it doesn't stop there. You can't leave out the impeccable make up and perfect hair. (Ready to impress the crushes, boyfriends and girlfriends, get back at the ex's etc, etc.) It was all pretty silly.

Sigh.

I cautiously make my way around them. Not wanting to talk to anyone. Just not in the mood. I mean, its not that I'm a loser, a geek, or even the popular cheerleader that hangs with only certain people. It's more of just being in between, easily going from one click to the other, saying hi here and there. (It's easier than being restricted to only one kind of group)

Speaking of friends, I can spot my Ollie up ahead.

He's what you would call unique. Dark long messy hair, skinny body, thinks he's good with the ladies, willing it offer the Ollie Train to everything female. He's a dork, but alas, he's my dork. My BFF since first grade. (And no, just 'cause we're boy and girl does not mean at one point or another we hooked up! Pahlease! Ollie? No way!)

I creep up to him and try to scare him a bit.

"HEY!"

"Lilly! What the heck!" He turns around startled, hand on chest. (Yeah, like that'll calm down your heart! Psft!)

Giggling, I lay my hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Ollie."

"Tell that to my heart! It's like beating at a billion BPM's!" (He's such a pansy)

I give him a look. "You exaggerate waaaay too much, Oliver" I take off my hand from his shoulder and give him a smile. "So like, ready for our last year?"

"Oh you know it! We've only been waiting for senior status for how long? I very much intend to make the best of this year and make it the funnest one ever!"

We start to walk off, knowing the bell will ring in any moment. "It's more fun dork, funnest isn't even a word" (I love giving him shit about grammar)

"Yeah, yeah, whatever smart ass. Anyways, I'll catch you later for lunch. I have to go to Mr. Finch's homeroom. Yay me!"

(I love his little sarcastic remarks. They really do make me laugh.)

"Yeah well at least you know who he is. I gotta go meet this new teach, and who knows what the hell she'll be like." (God I hate new teachers!!)

"Oh that's right!" he gives me a sympathetic look. "What's her name?"

"Oh umm." I pull out my folded schedule from my pocket, trying to de-crinkle it so I could actually read it. "Mrs. Gray." I shudder. "I bet she's like this pissy old lady that's going to give me shit the whole year! "Have you done this? Have you started your senior project? Stop slacking Lilian! Have you turned in your assignments? Lillian, think about your future" (and I do this in my old lady, stuffy nose, voice.)

What can I say, I'm gifted like that.

Oliver laughs. "Well, good luck. Let me know how it goes"

And he takes off, the bell having just rung. (Sure Ollie, leave me all alone!)

I walk into room 212 and quickly scan the seats. Seems like most of us are here already, (Dang it) which means I get the upper front, rather than my preferred waaay back of the room. Before anyone else comes in and really makes me sit on the first row, I make my way to the third row in the middle and take a seat.

As I place my bag on top of the desk, I let myself look around good this time and try to find anyone I recognize.

(Well, there's Jeremy…oh and Grace…..ah shit! Really? Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb are here too?)

There they sat, with their stupid fake laughs and giggles, pretending that the world really did revolved around them.

I really can't stand Ashley and Amber. Those two conceded bitc….CLANK!

I'm startled out of my thoughts as the door opens pretty loudly. (Well here we go, lets meet the old hag)

I hold my breath, anticipate my new she devil. And Holy Crap was I wrong!

In walks a very young woman, I'd say no more than 27 years old. She has long brunette hair, all curly and wavy going past her shoulders. Tall. Slender. Curvy. (I'm sensing she's going to get some apples from the boys…that and some other things from the boys)

Shudder…

Little dark glasses on her face, (Cool, they're Lacoste) Wearing a pretty nice suit. Dark skirt ending a little above the knee; white blouse and a matching dark jacket. Little high heel pumps. It actually looks all tailored, fit to perfection. (Hmm, I was so expecting nasty flowered dress that would make an even more hideous set of curtains.)

Mrs. Gray might officially be best dressed teacher at Seaview.

I inspect her some more as she finally speaks. "Morning class. I'm sorry I'm running a bit behind. New and all that. I'm Mrs. Gray." And she smiles at us. (Huh, weird!!! It almost made me smile just seeing her smile) I look around the class and see real idiots smile a big goofy one. (Well seems like Mrs. Gray is going to be crushed on by lots of the boys)

I continue my teach' scanning…trying to see what else she,

(Hey! Is that a butterfly pendant on her collar? It's pretty cool!) Hmm, guess I was totally wrong about the new faculty member.

"Well do hope ya'll got the classes you wanted. Oh, before I forget, are there any new students here?" She waits to see if any hands come up….nope!

"Good, so we're all familiar with the purpose of Homeroom, yeah?" (Ok so since when does a southern accent sound so cool? 'cause hers totally does. I wonder where she's from.)

"Alright, so as a roll call, I have a little activity for ya'll to do"

Insert loud, loud, negative groans by all students here. (I really do hate this part of the first day back)

"Oh come on you guys. I promise it won't be that bad." She grabs some papers and hands them to the kid on the far left (her far right). "Just grab one and pass it on please" And makes her way back to the front of the class.

"So the point of this little exercise is to just know a little about yourselves and this way I can get to know you guys better too."

(Man! Why me?)

I get my paper and take a glance and read the evil thing. Pick out one of the following questions and please answer with more than two sentences. Be ready to share with the class.

(GAG!) I sigh, well, bring it on teach!

1. Weirdest thing you have ever eaten? (Hey, that one is pretty funny)

2. Name one thing that not many people know about you (Ok, but a little too serious for my taste)

3. If you could have one wish granted, what would it be? (Oh, money, money, money!)

4. Name two things you consider yourself to be very bad at. (Yeah, lets not go there)

5. What was your favorite summer movie and/or summer song and why? (BOOORING)

By the time I've finished reading my options, everyone else is silently working on their answer. Mrs. Gray is back at her desk, sitting, jotting something down.

(Well, might was well start….which one do I want to answer?)

It takes me a few minutes to decide but I got it down after a while.

"Alright class, is everyone done?" (Ok, so on a scale of one to ten…how bad is it that I like Mrs. Gray's voice? It's like deep, yet feminine it's pretty catchy…..Since when do I think girls' voices are catchy???)

"Ok since it seems like we're all done, lets get this started." She points to yet again, the kid to the far left. (Tough luck kid, that's what you get for sitting there) "Ok so we'll start with you, please stand. I want everyone to introduce themselves, remember I'm taking roll from the name you give me. And then go ahead and answer the question. So please, begin" She motions for him to start.

(Have I seen that guy before?)

Nervous husky (Hey I'm not calling anyone fat) kid gets up and clears his throat.

"Um, my name is Kevin Henderson. Um" (Yeah hadn't seen this guy before) "And the weirdest thing I've ever eaten was a few years ago, my friends and I were at Hometown Buffet (GO FIGURE!) And they dared me to take a bite out of a cookie where they mixed all kinds of foods in it, like sauces, and spices, and ice cream and meat, and veggies, all for $1."

(Oh God, Husky boy is nasty!) And seems the whole class agrees as they make faces. (Figures except the boys….boys!)

"So um, I took a bite and got my one dollar" I actually giggled at this story.

I turn and see Mrs. Gray made a face but laughed a bit as well. "Well thanks Kevin for sharing, next person please"

And so it continued with different answers here and there. Some were pretty nasty, like Jeremy showing he's double jointed, and pulled his thumb all to the side (It was fucking gross!!) Or better yet, Amber and Ashley's wish that everyone would just accept that they're popular and pretty and everyone likes them, and that shouldn't be their fault, so they like wish people would like stop hating because its not their fault they're pretty and like that they're parents are rich. And it's not right to be hated because of being liked. (Not kidding, it went on like that! Believe me, I know!)

My eyes almost fell out of my head at how many times I rolled them. Their annoying squeaky voices filling the room…and even more so with their stupid aaaaauuuush thing they do!

(GAG! They really are stupid!)

But I must admit the look Mrs. Gray gave them was priceless. Kinda like those grown up looks, that says 'I'm not impressed, and I know about your type. You aint fooling anyone'. You know right? All I know is that I liked it! Finally a teacher that won't give into their drama.

So a few more people later and it's my turn. (I really don't want to do this!) So I take my time, pretend I'm not next for a few seconds.

I then catch the teachers gaze, as she waits for me to stand up and deliver. (Stop it you weirdo!) She's staring at me and it's making me feel uncomfortable.

"Like any day now, loser" Have I mentioned I really hate Amber?

"Yeah, like, we don't have your time!" And Ashley?

I just glare at them and stand up.

"My name is Lilly Truscott. Um" (Why did I go with question 2? Stupid, stupid, stupid)

Deep breath.

And I don't go with the answer on my paper. "And I wish I could fast forward this year to graduation."

I quickly sit down; hear all the "hell yeahs" from the seniors. (Good to know I'm a crowed pleaser, NOT) And try to ignore the warm feeling on my cheeks. Sometimes I really hate my fair complexion.

I notice Mrs. Gray give me a weird look and a small (Almost sad!) smile. (Whatever!) And I glance away.

We finish the dumb activity and Mrs. Gray just lets us review our schedules, talk amongst ourselves (Which no I didn't do!) and makes us turn in our paper with our answers. Whoops! Didn't think she was going to ask for them back.

(Well I guess she'll learn that I like music, a lot. And nobody knows I play the guitar)

The bell rings and our "awesomely awesome" homerooms of 45 minutes is over. (Sweet!) I rush out of there and get ready for today's block periods. Today is odd classes, so it's to English. Then Math, and lastly 5th period, my favorite, Spanish class!

(Gracias, de nada!) See, I'm so good!

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Ok so that's chapter one. Kinda to just get started. Let me know what you guys really thought. Should I continue?

I have so many ideas. Like not even funny!

There'll be appearances of the other characters later on (e.i Jackson, Robbie, Rico, etc, etc.) Just bare with me.