AN: Haha, yes I'm back. This story was based on a true story. Mine to be exact. So give it a chance. And this time when I say I promise to update. I'll mean it. More than anything in the world. To those of you who read Mistaken and Don't know what you've got til you lose it. I'm sorry I can't update. I might be deleting DKWYGTYLI and I'm currently in a writers block for Mistaken.

P.S. Miley is my best friend in this story. God forbid she's actually like Miley. But just to set the record straight, my bff is nothing like Miley. I changed her so that it would fit the story better.

"Lilly!" I think I heard someone call my name…

"Lilly!" Hmmm…yup…Lill-lee, definitely my name. God, he's such a tease, you can't just decide to take off your shirt and then not….

"Lillian Ann Truscott!" Yeesh, what's with all the screaming? Did they just call me by my full name? Eh, I'll take care of them later. God damn it, take off your shirt already!

Suddenly my head felt agonizingly painful.

"OW!"

"That's what you get for not listening!" Miley said. I could tell she was fuming. I wonder how long she's been standing there yelling at me. Oh god, did she notice me drooling?

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." I lied.

"Yeah, about how to get into someone's pants."

Fuck.

"Pssh, what are you talking about? I-I was staring at-at-at Jackson…YES Jackson, that's it. He was doing something weird. So I was. Staring. At. Him."

Damn my mom for passing on my lying abilities.

Miley did that annoying rolling eyes thing. "Well, as much as I would LOVE to join you, I need to drag you away to get ready for the party tonight."

"The party starts at eight, it's only four!" I complained.

"Well, you know how long I need to get ready."

I sat there for a while, challenging Miley with my eyes. I was contemplating whether to sit there and be stubborn, or sit on Miley's bed and pretend to care. I groaned.

"Fine, but you're lending me something from the Hannah closet next time."

"Thank you Lilly." Miley smiled and batted her eyelashes.

LOliVEr

Question, when did Lilly Truscott fall for donut boy? When school first started and she realized how friggin' cute he was. Okay, so I admit it, I was staring at Oliver Oaken, he was taking off his shirt. Who wouldn't look if their crush was taking off his shirt? No one. Exactly.

I'm currently sitting on Miley's bed. She's deciding on two outfits. I think the cocktail dress looks cute, but she likes the denim too.

"Oliver did the funniest thing today during drama. He got a chair and turned around for a second to grab something. Sarah didn't know that he was going to sit on it, so she pulled it away to sit on it herself. And without looking behind him, he sits down, hits his butt on the floor, and knocks his head into the leg of his desk. It looked pretty painful, but I was laughing so hard it took me 10 minutes to help him up."

Miley rolled her eyes. "Who doesn't check before sitting down? Especially Oliver, of all people."

I giggled and nodded my head. "The whole way walking home he was complaining. So I kicked him lightly in the back, and he howled, like he actually howled in pain."

Miley shook her head. "Anyways, Tamara told me that the party is supposed to be a blast. You know how big Josh's house is, right? Well supposedly, he's hired like bartenders, masseuses, and all these other people in each room of his house and then there's the party itself."

"Awesome. Oliver said that he was going to be there today, are you sure he's not coming?"

"Yeah, he isn't."

It was silent for a minute. Then Miley broke it.

"So, do you like anyone?"

Um, hello, isn't it kind of obvious?

I laughed. "Uh, yeah. Want me to tell you, or do you want to guess?"

"Lilly, do you think that I of all people like to be kept in suspense? Tell me who it is."

I bit my lip. Then I started nibbling on it. I hesitated then finally said, "Oliver Oken."

Miley dropped the clothes in her hands, "No freaking way. No way."

"I know, I know, I have the weirdest crushes. Remember Luke?" I tried to smile.

"No, it's not that. Lilly, I like Oliver too."

My sad attempt at a smile dropped.

Silence.

Oh god. Great. Now we all know how this is going to end up. Miley's gonna get the guy, I'm going to sulk in my room and pretend to be all happy for her.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Hey, you know what? It's gonna work out. We just need to set down some rules. Like, we have to ask each other if it's okay with them if Oliver asks them out."

"Right."

"An-and you have to be completely fine with it before saying yes."

"Oh-okay. Just, just no hard feelings okay Lils? No one can get hurt."

That's what she says every time. But now I feel like a hypocrite for laying down those rules. I always pretend I'm okay with it. Even when I'm not.

AN: So there, the first chapter. First off, drama class is WAY more fun than you think it is. Like awesome. Umm. I decided to not base Miley off of my best friend and just leave her as is. Tell me what you think. Should I continue?