Author's Note: Hey everyone. I finally decided to write a chapter fic. I've had this story plot in my head for quite some time and I decided it was time to put it up. It is, of course, moliver. So, read on and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to drop a review when you're done please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

Memories-Prologue

All my life, I was referred to as plain old Miley. I had the simplest brown curls that fell just below the middle of my back. My face was contoured nicely, but it didn't stand out like all those other girls. My bright blue eyes held my deepest memories and there was the slightest trace of freckles that lingered on my cheeks. The one thing that truly stood about me was my name. Unfortunately, none of the kids at that awful junior high thought about it like that.

This doesn't mean that I completely hate my life. In fact, I'm one of the most blessed people on this earth. I have the most awesome father in the whole world. Any man who can raise two children by himself automatically earns the title 'father of the year'. Even though he embarrasses me on a day to day basis, there is seriously not enough love to go around. There is one thing that I love the most about my dad. He helped me make it through when my mother passed on. I thought I could never move on with my life. In the end, dad helped pull me out of the black hole that I was sinking into slowly.

Then there is my brother Jackson…well, he truly is a character. Even though he gets on my last nerve, I love him to death.

I'm also lucky to have one of the best friends in the entire world. Her name is Lilly Truscott. I may not have a sister, but she earned the title a long time ago when I first moved to Malibu. You just can't find a friendship like ours. I still remember that day that we met.

I was walking around the beach like the usual loner that I was. Everything was so different from Tennessee. To me, everything in Malibu seemed to revolve around surf and sand. I had somehow made my way to Rico's surf shop when a small blonde girl came up and startled me.

"Hi! I'm Lilly Truscott. I haven't seen you around here before. What's your name?" There seemed to be a never ending smile plastered on face. I have to admit, I was a little creeped out. I was in desperate need of friends, though.

"Oh, my name is Miley Stewart. I just moved here from Tennessee." I responded like a weak little country girl with the dorkiest pigtails.

"Cool. Well, Miley, I think we should be friends. I like you." When she said that, I smiled instantly. Finally, I wasn't going to be loser Miley with no friends at all. We started to walk away from the surf shop when she spoke again. "Oh yeah. That's my best friend Oliver over there." She pointed to a guy who playing basketball with a few others. I didn't think anything of it when he gave me quick smile and wave. I didn't think I would ever become great friends with him. But I did…

Oh Oliver. You could say he is one of the best guy friends I've had. Scratch that; he is the only best guy friend I've ever had. Like Lilly, he could make all of my problems go away instantly. Somehow, though, the feelings were different with him. Everything had gone from friendly to a more than platonic relationship. Except…we never dated. But I'm getting way ahead of myself.

The thing that made Oliver stand out was his never-ending supply of moral support. My four years in high school were filled with millions of different boyfriends that weren't right for me. Of course, I didn't realize this until he pointed it out to me. And of course I kept going back for more humiliation and heartbreak. I'm glad that everything went the way it did. All of those other jerks made me realize that Oliver was the kind of guy I should be hanging around with.

My heart has gone through its share of trials and tribulations. At the time, it seemed as if this was a curse that was placed on me from birth. I thought that I would never be happy and would stay lonely for the rest of my life. How else could one girl go through so many guys in only four years? Okay, that sounds a little bad.

I can honestly say that I truly did love each one of those guys. There were certain quirks about them that got my attention in the first place. In the end, they all taught me one huge lesson that has stuck with me all this time. They taught me that the person I was meant to be with was standing right in front of me all my life. For that, I owe them forever.

Now, sitting on the wooden chair in our patio that looks over the shore, I feel at peace. Strumming the chords on my guitar helps me to remember everything that has happened these past four years. I'm a different person after going through all the pain, heartache, surprises, and downright awesome days. And even though high school has taught me some important lessons, nothing that happened really matters anymore. All that matters is who I am now.

"Hey, Miley. You ready to go?" I turn back to look through the patio door and find my much older blonde best friend's head poking out the doorway. I knew what this meant. This meant goodbye.

"Yeah. I'll be right there." I gently put down 'lucky lulu' and make my way out front to Lilly's car. Little did I know, I was about to face the hardest thing I had to do.

But that is where my story ends…for now. In order to understand, we have to start from the beginning. That takes us all the way back to freshmen year.