A/N: This is my first fanfic for Liley and it's partly based off of my own experiences and while i know it will seem like a long time before there is actual Liley action, please be patient. This will be in Lilly's POV and Miley won't be introduced for a while. Reviews are very much appreciated.

'I hate my crayons.' I think that's the best memory I have of first grade. My mom had gotten me the cheap kind of crayons, this kind that didn't color as nicely as they should. Whenever my class needed to color something and everyone would pull out their own box, I would move stuff around in my desk pertending to look for them when all I did was shove them further back. Then I'd raise my hand and lie, "I forgot my crayons Ms. Andrews, can I use yours?" Ms. Andrews was the best teacher ever and had Crayola crayons, the really nice ones.

It was in first grade that I had my first crush. Her name was Kelly. I was 7 years old and didn't know it was "wrong" to like other girls. She had blonde hair and blue eyes like me but her hair was sooo much shinier than mine and I was a little jealous of it. She was really cute... As far as I knew. I made a fool of myself trying to tell her that I liked her. I'd told her to meet me at the top of the big slide on the playground. At recess I immediately went up there and waited... and waited... Kelly never came. I watched the other kids play but I stood there. Eventually I got bored and tried sticking my knees through the metal bars of the play-structure. Bad idea. They got stuck. Ms. Andrews had to come and help me out of them and then she carried me to the nurse's office while I cried.

Not long after that my mom took me out of school. Said she felt it would be best for me to be homeschooled. "Well what did your dad say?" you're asking? Heh, I don't have a dad. It's just me and my mom Heather. No, there's no sob story that I can tell you. He didn't die in an accident, wasn't a drunk or anything like that. In fact, I don't know anything about him other than he disappeared after I was born. My mom tells me I have his eyes.

Several years came and went. We were having money problems so my mom practically shoved me back into the public school system. I say shoved because I didn't want to go back.

"Momma, please, I don't wanna go!" I remember saying through my tears.

"I'm sorry Lilly-pad, but you need to go so I can find a job. Don't you want to make new friends?" she had said.

"No! I want to stay with you and Mr. Bunnie!" Mr. Bunnie was a small stufed rabbit that I'd affectionately named Bunnie S. S. Truscott. (The S.S. stood for Super Smart). At 11 I was very attached to home and my mom.

I went anyway and after a year of public school met Oliver Oken. I laugh when I think of how we met. He was new to the town and was trying to be "cool". He failed. Miserably. When Oliver started school, he tried hitting on me. At first I was smitten with how much attention he gave me (I blame being 12 as well) but eventually realized that I had no real feelings for him. He said he understood when I told him and backed off. We've been best friends since... Until of course I told him that I was interested in girls. I don't think he looked at me the same. He ... wasn't alright...

For as long as I can remember I've played sports. I'm just a natural for games I guess. Competitive nature helps too, haha...

Basketball was my first sport as well as my first love. I wanted to be in the WNBA when I grew up. I think I might still have that desire down there somewhere. DEEP down. I played as much as I could on the "just for fun" league that my church set up. I showed up every year to play for 9 years straight. Then I got too old for the league. At 14. I took a year off and then joined my high school team my freshman year. I guess I wanted the team to be all.. I dunno, buddy buddy? It wasn't. It was so clique-ish that I wanted to throw up. But I made friends with a few girls that weren't stuck up bitches... That's how I became friends with Mikayla. She was on JV and Varsity when I was only on JV, even though she was just a freshman like me. She was pretty good too. Great ball handler so she was point for JV. We had the same sense of humor, not to mention we both lived in a ghetto. I made jabs at her for her Mexican background (all in fun of course) and looks but secretly, I was jealous. She had incredibly great looks. Her 'slightly past shoulder length' dark hair was silky and she always had a tan no matter what. Me, I had blonde hair that never did what I wanted except when it was in a ponytail, and was white until summer.

Volleyball came after basketball. I saw a flyer for a camp and decided that I could see if it was worth my time or not. I went the whole 5 days that it was held and it turned out that I was a natural setter. I tried out and made the team quite easily. There weren't very many girls interested in the team apparently. At least these girls weren't bitchy like the basketball girls. We were more like a family on the team. JV and Varsity were pretty close even though we practiced at different times. My best friend on the team was Haley. She was definitely white, never could hold a tan, had dark hair and looked like that girl who plays Susan in those Narnia movies. Haley considered herself a optimistic pessimist; always looking at things thinking they'll go wrong but holding a little bit optimism in her opinions. Personally, I found it hilarious. We laughed at each others jokes and saw eye to eye on most things, so I was cool with her.

My sports kept me alive. That and music. Along with those few people that I created emotional bonds to. I literally CAN'T cut those, even though I don't make them often. I'd like to think that I'm one of the select that can actually go without having friends. But when I let a person take a part of my heart, I don't usually get it back. I try my best to not get romantically involved with anyone because the last time I did, even when I faked it, I got hurt. Call me a coward, but I'm afraid of rejection. I think that bites me in the ass alot, considering.

But nonetheless, I'm Lilly Truscott. And this is the story of how my life blew up in my face, said sorry, and then tempted me in ways unbelievable.