Author's Note: Here's the beginning of my new story... I hope you guys will like it! I suppose it will be a long story, but I'm not sure how long. If you guys think I should continue it, please do tell! I know the first chapter is kind of short, but I will make the next one longer. I have most of the story planned out, but the trick will be writing it :) And also, Happy New Year's Eve everyone! It's fun to start out the new year with a fresh new story, for I haven't been writing for awhile. Onto the first chapter!

Chapter One: Old Friends

"Apples?" Miley Stewart said to herself out loud, struggling with holding the wicker basket and the light blue pad with her shopping list. She carefully crossed off apples and set the clear bag in the basket. "Check."

A college graduate three years ago, at the age of twenty-six Miley had a pretty good life. She was practically out of food at her apartment, and even how much she hated grocery shopping, she had to do it. She had been there for almost an hour trying to get all of the necessities. Then, she heard the ringtone of I Got Nerve started playing. Miley sighed, and set the shopping list in the basket and set the basket down and carefully pryed open her flip phone.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Miley! Can you pick up some Hershey's bars for me, doll?"

Miley sighed. I should have known, she thought. It was her boyfriend, Brian. She liked him a lot, but she didn't love him. They had been dating for a while now, but she was getting the feeling that their spark was flying down. He would always ask her to run errands for him, since they lived together. Pick up the newspaper, pick up my dry cleaning, and so on. It was just getting plain annoying.

"Fine... I'll be home in a bit."

"Well, hurry! I got reservations at Londone tonight!" Brian replied. "Bye!"

"'Bye."

It wasn't that Miley didn't like Brian, it was just he was too enthusiastic about everything. He was too... optimistic. Slowly, Miley picked up the basket from the ground and proceeded to look for the next thing on her list, Hershey's bars. That was the thing, he would always tell her something else to do, and then change it and say get home as fast as you can. It was irritating.

Miley was walking over to the candy aisle, looking at the signs when she ran into someone. Her groceries spilled everywhere, and scrambled to the ground to pick them up.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." She apologized over and over again, looking up to see who it was.

"It's my fault." Miley froze. She recognized that voice... She had heard it many times before.

"Oliver?" She asked timidly, standing up to her full 5'5'' height.

"Miley?" He asked incrediously, his eyes widening. "Miley, is that you?"

"It is me! Oliver, I haven't seen you in years! How are you?" Oliver asked her, giving her a hug.

But she wasn't listening to him. She was staring at him, oh how she couldn't help but stare. How his brown hair fell lightly above his eyes and his brown eyes filled with love.. Oh he looked even better than he did when he was in middle school... Stop it, Miley, you have a boyfriend! She mentally yelled at herself, stopping all of those thoughts.

"I'm good.. Just hanging in there," Miley added on, giving him a quick smile. "How have you been?"

"Same, I have a good paying job and a nice apartment... Same old, same old."

"Have you seen Lilly?" Miley asked suddenly, hoping he had. She hadn't seen Lilly in years, and she missed her terribly.

"Err... yeah, she lives near me." Oliver replied, pausing for a moment. His eyes widened a tad, looking suddenly nervous. "Haven't you talked to her?"

Miley shifted her weight to her other leg, a bit uncomfortable. "Well, no, I kind of lost touch with you all during college, sorry about that."

Oliver nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry I didn't try to talk to you either. Do you, Lilly, and I like to meet together for like coffee or something on Saturday or so?"

"Sorry, I can't on Saturday... I'm going to the amusement park with my boyfriend. Sunday okay with you?" She replied, wishing terribly that Brian wasn't so enthusiastic. She could've sworn that Oliver's gaze had slightened and his smile had dropped. What? I must have imagined it.

"Sunday's good..." He scribbled down his number on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. "You can call me with the place and time, you know."

Miley nodded. "It was good running into you, Oliver!" It felt akward to her, this converstation. I haven't talked to him since college! "I'll call you."

He smiled, then waved and walked off.

Miley thought, What was up with that?