Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue. This goes for all chapters, because I'm too lazy to copy and past this onto each page.

Also, as far as the lyrics go at the end of the story, I don't own any of those, although I wish I could have the bands living in my basement. All the music inspiration for this story is amazing. You should go listen to it. Right now! Seriously!

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"I am seriously such a loser," Miley said loudly, tossing her phone aside.

"Why's that?" Oliver asked, joining her in the living room with a bowl of popcorn and drinks. "Is Lilly coming?"

"That was her. She's been calling me all day and updating me on who's asked who. There are literally no girls left in the school without dates except me and—"

"OHMYGOSH!" Lilly burst into the house excitedly. "Austin from homeroom just asked me to the dance!"

"I have truly hit rock-bottom," Miley said to the ceiling.

"I'm going to the daaance!"

"Don't worry about it, Miley, you'll get asked."

"Oliver, don't you get it? The dance is next week. All desirable guys have already asked girls to go with them." She listed a few couples that had just paired up that day. "There are literally none left."

"Well, I don't have a date," he replied quietly, picking at a snag on the couch.

"Gonna dance! Gonna dance!"

"Oh come on, Oliver, you know I didn't mean it that way."

"I know you didn't."

"You can still ask someone," she said encouragingly.

"No, like you said, all the girls have been asked."

"Dance, dance, dance!"

"Lilly, give it a rest! We're all very happy for you."

"Sorry," she said, not sounding it. "Now what's all this business about you two losers being dateless?" Miley and Oliver glared.

"I mean that in the nicest way possible. But really, I can't believe you haven't seen the obvious solution."

"I mean, she gets asked to the dance and suddenly she's an expert," Miley said to Oliver, smirking.

"Yeah," he said, smirking too, "we're really lucky she's deigning to help us poor, pitiful—"

"Ahem," said Lilly, looking mildly annoyed. (Only mildly mind you, because, after all, she had a date to the dance!) Her two friends looked at her, still snickering. "You can wipe those smirks off your faces; I'm talking about you two going together."

Miley and Oliver started at each other in surprise.

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, watching him consideringly. He nodded, conveying his reciprocal consideration.

"Well? Isn't that a good idea? You're both complaining about being dateless, you're good friends, why not? There'll be no stress, no awkwardness, no pressure, no drama."

Miley nodded contemplatively. "I am dateless."

"And will continue to be," Oliver put in.

"Well, you're not going to ask anyone," she shot back quickly.

"Not a chance," Oliver agreed sincerely.

"Sounds like a good plan to me.'

"I'm game."

Then the three friends turned on the movie and passed around the popcorn.