A/N: Yay! A Loliver one-shot! Possibly a whole fanfic, if I get enough reviews. Wink, wink. Okay, so read and review. It makes me happy (:

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or "Misery Business" by Paramore. 'Nuff said.

"I'm in the business of misery; let's take it from the top."

I sang along with my i-pod as I tapped my foot violently on the bed.

"Why didn't he tell me before?" I asked myself as I turned my i-pod off.

"He didn't want too. He never liked you, Lilly."

"That's not true. He did like me. Right?"

"No. He never did. Listen to me!"

I shook my head. Oliver would never be such a jerk. The rumors weren't true.

Or were they?

I was suddenly angry. I got out of bed and grabbed my cell phone. I ran out the door, right over to Oliver's house. I knocked on the door and saw Oliver peek out his window. His eyes widened and I heard his backdoor open and then close. It took Oliver quite awhile to get to the door, and during this time, I examined my clothes. I had pulled on a white, lacy cami with a navy blue, ribbed, v-neck, shirt with elbow length sleeves. The lacy bottom of the cami was showing. I had also managed to find a denim skirt and white flats. My blonde hair was in a messy half-ponytail. I checked the time on my cell phone. I had been out here for ten minutes. I knocked even harder this time. I turned around and saw a flash of brown curls run into Miley's house. I knew it.

She had been the one that sneaked out Oliver's backdoor. I turned back around to find Oliver standing at the door speechless. I raised my eyebrows at him. He kept staring.

"Are you going to let me in or not?" I asked my arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh, yeah!" He chuckled nervously. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the couch in his living room. Apparently no one was home, because the house was a mess and it certainly would not look like it did if his Mom were home. "So, what did you do while I was gone on vacation that week?" I asked, folding my hands over my lap. "Oh, nothing… Uh, school and video games. The usual." He said, struggling to find an explanation.

"Bullshit. You were with Miley." I spat out angrily.

He looked alarmed. "No, I wasn't! Honestly Lilly!"

I shook my head. "Don't lie to me!" I raised my voice. "Lilly, you want to know the truth?" I shook my head and he began to talk. After he was finished, I was shocked. "Now, what are you gonna say to me? Huh, Lilly? Go ahead, say whatever you want."

I stood up and grabbed him by the collar. "I don't think you want to know what I have to say." I whispered in his ear, tonelessly.

I was about to leave when Oliver grabbed my arm. I jerked away and walked out his front door. As I hopped over his lawn to mine and opened my front door, I realized something important.

I was screwed.