Hey everyone! Don't worry, I am still writing my other story; "Lilly, You're Going Down." This idea just popped into my head and I got really excited about it :-) So, I started writing it. Im really looking forward to writing this story, and I hope you enjoy it :-)
Also... This is a LILEY story, so if you're not into that then, well... dont read it! lol, It's simple.

Chapter 1- Celebrity Crush

"Oliver! Hurry up, the interview is almost on!" Lilly yelled from her couch.

Oliver walked out of the bathroom at the Truscott's house, "Okay, okay, chill," he sat down next to her.

Lilly grinned and turned the TV on, "Sorry, I just hate missing any Miley Stewart television interviews."

He laughed a little, "She's just a singer, Lilly."

She looked at him wide-eyed, "Just a singer?? Oliver, she's a goddess! She's also hot on the charts; number one!"

"Alright, sorry. Man, you're really obsessed with her."

Lilly blushed, "Am not…"

"Phh! Don't lie," he smiled.

"Shut it," she looked at the TV and saw that the interview was starting. "Shh! It's starting!"

"This is Collin Lassidor and today I have a very special guest with me. Put your hands together for Miley Stewart!" the audience went wild.

"Woo-hoo!" Lilly cheered.

Oliver laughed to himself, keeping his eyes on the TV.

"Thank you, Collin," she smiled. "I'm glad to be here."

"So, Miley, there's been a rumor that you're thinking about taking some time off from singing. Is that true?"

"Actually, yea, it's true. Things have just been so crazy lately. It adds stress to so many things and I just need some time off."

"When do you plan on doing this?"

"After my tour is over. Which will be at the end of this month."

"Very interesting. How are things going school-wise?"

"Well, as you know, I have home schooling. And, I really don't like it, so…I MIGHT go to a public school."

"That's a pretty big move for an international pop-star sensation."

"I just want to give it a try. I'm hoping that if I'm around the same people everyday, they'll eventually get used to me being around and treat me the same as everyone else."

The interview continued and Lilly had a huge grin on her face. "Oh my gosh. Do you know how cool that would be?!" she said with excitement.

Oliver sighed, "Don't get your hopes up, Lil. There's a one in a million chance that she'd even go to our school. Who knows, she probably won't even go to a public school at all."

Lilly looked over at him, "You're such a downer."

"Sorry. I just don't want you to get your hopes too high. I hate seeing my best friend upset."

"I know…I just want to meet her soooo bad!" she rested her head on the arm of the couch. "She's just so…so…I can't even describe it."

He grinned again, "You have the biggest celebrity crush on Miley Stewart ever!" he laughed. "And you sure don't hide it very well."

"What do you mean?" she asked, playing dumb.

"You have like, a million posters on your wall, background on you phone and computer, ring tone, and…"

"Okay, so I don't hide it so well. Big deal."

"Your Mom might figure it out, silly," he playfully slapped her arm.

"No she won't. She doesn't suspect a thing," when the interview was over, Lilly shut off the TV. "I just wish I could've afforded to buy tickets for her concert."

"I know. She's going to be in Los Angeles at the end of the month. Isn't that her last concert for her tour?"

"Yes. I'd seriously do anything to go to that concert." She turned her attention to the door when she heard her Mom pull into the driveway. "Sweet, my Mom's home," she turned to Oliver. "Want to stay for dinner?"

"Sure, why not," they both got up from the couch as Ms. Truscott walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Lilly greeted.

She smiled, "Hey, Lilly, Oliver. How was school earlier?"

"Same as usual," Lilly replied.

Lilly's Mom still had a big grin on her face, "I've got a surprise for you two."

Lilly and Oliver looked at each other, smiled, and looked back at her Mom. "Really?" Lilly asked curiously.

"Yup," she walked over to them with her purse in her hands. "Someone at my work gave me these, wondering if you'd like to have them," she said as she pulled out two tickets.

Lilly's mouth dropped, "Wh-what are those for?"

"That concert for that Miley Stewart girl you two like so much. I think they're front row."

Lilly shrieked with joy and Oliver jumped up and down in excitement. Lilly took the tickets from her Mother's hands to examine them closely. "Oh my gosh…" she looked at Oliver. "They're front row center!"

"No way!" He looked at them closely. "Ms. Truscott, you rock!"

Heather smiled, "Don't thank me; I'm not the one who got them."

"You still rock, Mom!" Lilly hugged her tightly. "This is a dream come true!"

She hugged her daughter back, "I'm glad you're happy. I know how badly you wanted to go. But, anyways, I have to go use the computer. Put those in a safe place, Lilly."

"Of course!" she said happily. As her Mom walked out of the room, Lilly sat back down on the couch, staring at the tickets. "Oliver…"

"Yea?" he sat next to her.

"I'm actually…nervous…What if she waves at me or touches my hand and I pass out??"

Oliver laughed to himself, "You'll be fine. You'll probably be too star-struck to pass out."

"True," she got up again. "Come on, I'm putting these in my room so I don't misplace them." They headed up to Lilly's room. She stared at them the whole time. "I can't believe we're actually going to see the one, the only, Miley Stewart in concert!" she grinned.

Oliver rolled his eyes and laughed as he sat on the end of Lilly's bed. "Chill, Lilly. You're going to start hyperventilating if you don't."

"I'm just so excited," she glanced over at her favorite poster. "I mean…look at her!" she pointed.

"Yea, yea, she's pretty," he smiled. "It seems like all you talk about is her," he said pointing at the same poster.

"Sorry…" she placed the two tickets on her magnetic note board. Then there was a knock at the door, "Come in!"

Ms. Truscott peeked her head in, "Do you two want to go out to eat to celebrate the tickets?"

"Sure!" Lilly beamed. She turned to Oliver, "Wanna call your parents and ask?"

"Sure," he quickly called home, getting an approval from his parents; then they headed out with Lilly's Mom. Lilly couldn't stop thinking about the tickets the whole time. Then she thought to herself, 'I have to get her to notice me…'

Meanwhile—

Robbie Ray Stewart led his client, who was also his daughter, down the hallway in the television studio after the interview, "You did great, bud," she smiled.

"Thanks…Can we just go home now?" she said with frustration.

He sighed, "Things will get better, Miles…"

"When??" she snapped. "Things get crazier every year!"

"What makes you think public school is going to make things better?"

"Because…" she sighed. "I want to meet people who might end up treating me normal…I just know there's someone out there who will…" a lump formed in her throat as she fought back tears.

Robbie Ray put his arm around her shoulder, "We'll talk about it more, okay?"

She nodded in agreement and kept walking. They reached the doors to go outside and she braced herself for the crowd she knew was waiting outside. She opened the door and flashes from cameras went off instantly. She didn't even have to try to ignore the paparazzi anymore; it was second nature to her now-a-days. Robbie Ray pushed some people aside as they tried to get Miley to talk to them. Within a few minutes, they reached their limo. Miley crawled in, followed by her Dad, and shut the door. "I just want a break from THAT," she said pointing out the window.

"I don't think that will go away, Miles."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, looking out the window as they started driving away. Miley started to think back on her childhood; before she was a famous pop-star. She had to admit, she really missed it. That's when she had real friends- not just people who wanted to hang out just to get a taste of the good life. Before she knew it, they were back home. She lived in Los Angeles and hated it. It was way too busy and she was constantly being followed everywhere she went. 'That's now it's always going to be…' she thought. They got out of the limo and walked up their driveway to their big house. "I'll be upstairs…" she said as they walked inside.

"Want me to make you something for dinner, bud?" Robbie Ray asked with concern.

"Whatever…" she mumbled as she climbed the stairs to go to her room.

Jackson was sitting on the couch and glanced at his Dad when Miley was out of sight. "Dare I ask how the interview went?"

"That went fine…She's just…she's just really stressed and I'm starting to get worried about her…" he sat down next to his son.

"Yea, she has been depressed looking for a while now…Maybe going to a public school wouldn't be so bad. Plus, that way, I could meet new, real people too."

"You want to go to public school? I thought you liked private school."

"No, not really. Seriously, Dad, you should give it more thought."

He sighed and glanced over towards the stairs, "I'm just worried it won't make her feel better."

"She can always go back to home-schooling if she doesn't like it."

"True…" he sat back and watched TV. He really did want his little girl to be happy again. But, he was afraid it was too late for that.

Upstairs, Miley plopped down on her bed. Burying her face into her pillow, she let out a frustrated yell. She was trying to fight back tears as she rolled over onto her back. She glanced at her walls. All that was on them were awards and pictures of her family; back when her Mom was still alive. Back when she was truly happy. She sighed; she had no pictures of friends up. Why? She didn't really have any…at least any real friends. Celebrity friends didn't count in her mind. Miley got up and walked over to her bookshelf, pulled out a photo album, and sat back down on her bed. This photo album was filled with her and her childhood friends. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembered how it all fell apart. It was when she became famous. They used her. They treated her different. They abandoned her. She furiously closed the book and threw it across the room. All she wanted was to meet someone who would love and treat her like a normal person. Miley reached her window and looked up at the sky; the sun was starting to set. "Please…" she said softly through tears. "Please help me find someone…it's all I want…" she wiped her eyes and leaned her head against the window. 'Nothing's ever going to be the same ever again…' she thought. Miley pushed herself away from her window, laid down on her bed, and drifted off to sleep.

A little short, I know. But the chapters, Im sure, will eventually get longers. In fact, prepare yourself for a long story, lol. Anywho, hope you like it so far. I know this chapter's a little slow, but it builds up background a little. :-) Thanks for reading, reviews are always aprreciated. :-)