I'M BACKKKKKK!

Okay, that was cheesey. But, in my defense, I haven't posted anything since what, December? I'm sorry about that, by the way. I hope you all haven't forgotten about me. I've had some.. things to deal with. Let's just say it's safer not to go into detail.

But anyways, I'm sad to report that I will not be continuing "The Best Years."

I want to start over, and I've lost my inspiration for that story. I'm sorry.

This story is a lot different from my usual stories. It's AU. Same characters, just different.. personalties. That's actually not entirely true. I don't know. Lilly and Miley are popular. They go to a private school. You know, things like that :)

It really interests me, so hopefully it'll interest you :)

Oh, and it's a Loliver. Naturally.

:)

And MileyxOC.

..and other couples that aren't as important.

Lilly Truscott knew she had it all. She had the wealthy parents, the designer clothes, the 'cool' group of friends, a bikini body, blonde hair, and the heartthrob boyfriend. Everyone around her knew she had it all. She knew they knew. She knew they worshipped her. She was the Queen Bee. She had an icy exterior, and most would tell you that her interior was no different. There would those hopeful someones who would say she was wondeful and caring once you got to know her.

Now this may be true, but she has a very.. erm, different way of showing this.

Long-time best friend, Miley Stewart, knew this. She was the only one who truly knew Lilly Truscott. Who truly liked her for who she was. But even she couldn't find that little soft spot.

Lilly's boyfriend, Jake Ryan, was with her for the perks. Because she was hot, because every guy would kill to get a chance with her. Because he could.

Lilly didn't love him. The only boy Lilly loved was her little black pug, Rascal. She would never tell you, but she named him after her favorite chilhood movie, The Little Rascals.

She was it. As was Miley, although Lilly has more of a reputation. Miley is more approachable and friendly; There was no mystery behind her. But still, she was glamorous and enviable all her own. These two girls were unstoppable, unreachable.

"First day of being upperclassmen!" Miley jumped, clapping her freshly manicured hands together.

Lilly sighed, pushing her black Dior sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose. "Yes, which also is the hardest year." She rolled her eyes. "I could live with being an underclassmen for the rest of my life if it means no SATs."

Miley patted her friend on her back. "Lils, you're an honor student. Don't stress."

Lilly laughed mockingly. "I do not stress." She glanced at Miley. "Stress causes break-outs. Honestly. Why do think I have Suku on speed-dial?"

Miley rolled her eyes. "Everyone gets stressed-out once in a while. Even if they do have a personal massuse on speed-dial." She touched Lilly shoulder while saying this, grinning.

Lilly brushed her friend's hand off. "Whatever." She mumbled.

Miley shook her head, laughing slightly as they came upon their elite, private school located in the dead center of Malibu, California. Seaview Academy, it was called. Only the best attended. You did get those scholarship cases from time to time, though.

Lilly stopped, carefully taking the sunglasses off of her face and placing them securely into her over-sized Juicy Couture tote. She flattened out her white, Ralph Lauren button-down and turned to Miley.

"What does this outfit say to you?"

Miley placed a hand on her hip, examining her best friend. "It says.." She bit her lip. "You're totally ready for junior year!"

A smile played on Lilly's lips. "As does yours. I love your Jimmy Choos." Her face suddenly dropped. "Although.. wearing flip-flops does kind of seem like you're still in summer mode."

Miley rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go get our schedules." She grabbed Lilly's hand, pulling her through the crowd of students gathered in front of the school for some last minute gossiping before the first bell rang.

Miley waved to a few people along the way, smiling kindly. Lilly was just pissed that was being dragged. She could walk on her own, she didn't need someone dragging her along.

She pulled her hand from Miley's grip once they got to the front desk. She checked her hand to make sure none of her french-manicure chipped. She sighed relief. It was fine. She glanced up at the desk, noticing that Miley was already taking to Mrs. Mansfield, the secretary.

"Lils!" Miley grinned happily, waving two hot pink pieces of paper in front of her face. "We have three classes together! And lunch!"

Lilly smiled with delight, genuinely happy that she would be able to spend at least three of these intolerable classes with her best friend. She took the paper from Miley's hand, glancing through it. "Mr. Fuller for Trig." She shook her head, "That will need to be changed."

"Oh, no it doesn't!" Miley wiggled her fore-finger. "You have that class with me, my dear friend. I'll make a class with Mr. Fuller one you actually look forward to." She grinned proudly.

Lilly sneered. "I think all that Chanel No.5 has gone to your head. This is Mr. Fuller were talking about. And he's teaching Trig."

"Lilly!" Miley whined, "Don't leave me alone in there!"

Lilly sighed defeat. "Fine, fine." She held her hand out. "Just no more whining, kay?"

"Kay." Miley nodded happily as they started walking off to the Junior hallway. They stopped once they found Lilly's new locker.

"What's your locker number?" Lilly asked Miley.

Miley pulled out a sheet of paper, glancing through it. "Um-" She bit her lip. "-372." She frowned. "I'm all the way at the end."

Lilly tapped her fingers against her locker, her nails banging against it. She turned sharply to the petite redhead who just approached the locker next to hers. She snapped at her. "You." She said.

The girl blinked, staring in fright.

"Switch lockers with her." She pointed to Miley. The girl, nervous, nodded her head.

Miley smiled sorrowfully at the girl. "Thanks so much." She handed her all her locker information – the number, the combo – and took the girls. "Maybe we'll have a class together."

The girl smiled at Miley, her braces shining. "Yeah." She squeaked out, before waving and walking down the hallway.

Miley leaned casually against her new locker, shaking her head at Lilly who was now decorating the inside of her own. She was in the middle of taping up a picture of her and Jake over the summer when Miley spoke up. "Every year, Lils."

Lilly didn't face Miley, but she grinned. "Naturally."

Miley chuckled, watching Lilly now tape up pictures of the two of them at a bonfire, just weeks before. "Oh!" Miley squealed, "Do you have a copy of that?"

Before Lilly could answer, a pair of muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "Ow!" She screeched. "Jake!" She tried to pry the hands off of her. "You're pushing the button of my jeans into my stomach!"

He laughed before pulling away and facing her. "Sorry, babe." He grinned, placing a small peck on her lips.

She looked around the hallway. People were staring. She sighed. "You know how I feel about PDA."

Jake groaned. "It was a peck!"

"Peck or not -" She started, turning back around and placing a book neatly into her locker. "-I don't like it. Not in school."

He rolled his eyes, but nodded anyways. "Alright, alright." He pounded fists with an African American boy walking by, then turned back to Lilly. "Do hugs count?"

Lilly suppressed a small smile. "No, hugs don't count."

He grinned. "Good." He said, before wrapping his arms around her into a tight embrace. It was a long hug that ended when the homeroom bell went off. He kissed her cheek and ran off before she could say anything about PDA, waving and saying he'll see her at lunch.

Lilly crossed her arms, annoyed.

Miley furrowed her eyebrows. "What is it?"

Lilly sighed. "He didn't even check to see if we had classes together."

"Lilly.." Miley said, looking skeptically at her friend. "Jake's in all CP classes."

Lilly turned around sharply. "What?"

Miley nodded slowly. "Yeah." She patted her friend on the shoulder. "Your boyfriend isn't exactly Einstein." She giggled. Lilly shot daggers at her.

Miley started walking, "Come on. Lets get to homeroom."

Lilly raised her eyebrows. "We have homeroom together?"

Miley grinned. "Not yet.."

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So far, the first day of Junior year started off normally. The classes were dull; Just the teachers talking about their plans for the year – class room rules, guidelines – the normal stuff. Lilly tapped her pen impatiently on her desk, glancing at her diamond-studded Rolex every other minute. She hears the same things every year. She was growing tired of it.

Finally, as if God was answering her prays, the lunch bell rang.

She quickly gathered her belongings, placing her agenda into her tote and clutching her Physics books into her hands. She smiled at her 'friend' Jacqueline, walking out of the classroom with her, laughing about all the inside jokes that had been created over the summer. She bid her goodbye upon seeing Miley, standing in front of her locker.

"Well?" Miley asked, her arms folded across her chest. A grin was plastered onto her face.

Lilly furrowed her eyebrows. "Well, what?"

"How's the first day!" She beamed.

Lilly rolled her eyes. "How can you possibly be that happy all the time?" She sighed, putting in her locker combo and placing her books inside. She grabbed her lunch. "It's not normal."

"I resent that." Miley said. "Remember the time when Steve Bellew called my Prada bag hideous? Was I happy then?" She paused for dramatic effect. "I don't think so!"

"So that's what, one time out of .. I don't know, sixteen years." She glanced at Miley.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. You win. I'm an unnaturally happy person. Can we go to lunch now?"

Lilly grinned. They took off towards the cafeteria, sitting at their normal lunch table located in the dead center of the cafeteria. Jacqueline Bradley, Caroline Georges, Jake Ryan, and Michael Spencer joined them. Jake, only because he was Lilly boyfriend and Michael, simply because he was Jake's best friend.

Miley took a large bite of her BLT, while Lilly stuck her fork into a garden salad – dry with no dressing.

Jake looked at her as if she had two heads. "How can you eat that, Lils?"

She looked up at him, annoyed. "Because I like it."

He stuck his cheese burger in her face. "Eat some real food. Come on. I know you want it!" He laughed.

"Ew!" Lilly squealed. "Get that greasy mess away from me! I can feel myself gaining weight just by looking at it!"

"That's not possible." He turned to Michael. "Is it?" He asked, clueless.

Lilly watched him, shaking her head. "Moron." She muttered under her breath.

Jake shrugged. Jacqueline and Caroline were off in their own little world. Miley was currently busy getting a piece of leafy lettuce out of her teeth. Lilly was annoyed, and Michael just looked lost.

So much for glamorous.

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"So, there's a new kid starting tomorrow." Miley brought up randomly. Her and Lilly were currently sprawled out in their bikinis, laying beside Lilly's pool. They were soaking up the last bit of sun they could, not wanting to lose their tans so quickly.

Lilly kept her gaze fixated on her magazine. "Cool." She replied.

Miley nodded. "Yeah, he's in our grade." She grinned. "He's pretty cute."

Lilly popped her head out from the magazine and glanced over at Miley. "Wait. How do you know all of this?"

Miley shrugged. "I saw him at the front desk after school, picking up his schedule and stuff."

"Oh." Lilly said simply. "Do you know his name?" She asked curiously, sipping her lemonade.

Miley stayed perfectly still, her stomach facing the sun. "Oliver Oken."

Lilly's eyes went wide and she swore her heart stopped for a second. She didn't know when or how, but suddenly the lemonade that was just in her mouth was currently sprayed all over Miley.

Miley shot up immediately. "Lilly!" She shouted, grabbing her towel beside her. "Gross!" She looked at her friend skeptically, "What was that for?!"

"N-nothing." She stuttered. "It just.. went down the wrong way. Sorry."

Miley looked skeptical, but nodded anyways. "It's fine. I'm gonna go wash this off.." She said, standing up and walking into Lilly's pool house.

Lilly, on the other hand, was panicking. This could not be the same Oliver Oken she meant in Mexico, could it? Laying back down and opening up to a page of Cosmo Girl, she convinced herself that it was just a coincidence. A really big coincidence.

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So, yeah. Review. Please?

And don't worry! You'll find out about Oliver and how Lilly met him in the next chapter. Which will be coming.. Tomorrow!

love,

Steph