Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hannah Montana…yeesh.

Well here it is! My new story! I'm super excited to get started! So here we go XD

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Hairy Legs

Chapter 1: Clean Shaven

Third Person

The air had a thick smell of chlorine as Miley Stewart, Oliver Oken, and Lilly Truscott sat on the bleachers of their school's very own indoor pool. Pete Wolfe, one of the school's top swimmers, was shredding down a lap and Miley was cheering enthusiastically.

"GO PETE!"

Oliver and Lilly, however, were sitting there bored out of their minds.

"Remind me why we're here again." Oliver said to Lilly.

"Because Miley looooves Pete." Lilly replied.

"I do not!" Miley snapped.

Lilly gave Miley a look.

"Oh? Then why are we at swimming practice?"

Miley blushed.

"BECAUSE I happen to enjoy the sport."

"Really now? Then do tell, who won the last swim meet?"

Miley froze.

"It's…it's a recent interest."

"Riiight."

"Well I for one, have no idea what you see in Wolfe." Oliver commented.

"I don't like Pete!" Miley exclaimed. "…but if I DID I would have to say it'd be his body." Miley glanced down at the swimmers. "Oh yeah definitely the body."

Oliver sighed.

"COME ON! The dude's gay. Do you know he has no hair on his legs?"

"He's not gay!" Miley shot back. "And you know what some girls find hairy legs GROSS."

Oliver glanced down at his own hairy legs as the whistle blew to end practice.

"They do?" Oliver asked in a different voice.

However Miley was already on the move to converse with Pete. Lilly was trailing behind her.

"ARE YOU ONE OF THEM!?" Oliver yelled down to Miley.

But Oliver's question remained unanswered and ignored as Miley finally reached Pete and began to twirl her brown curls and bat her eyelashes. Bewildered by the prospect of Miley being grossed out by his legs Oliver scurried down to Miley, Lilly, and Pete. Miley and Pete were now in deep conversation and Lilly was standing a little way off at the pool's edge, grinning at him. He did not like that grin. It was a taunting kind of grin. She beckoned him away from Miley and Pete to her. He reluctantly walked towards her.

"Y' know Oliver," Lilly said when he reached her. "All guys on the swim team have to shave their legs. It improves speed."

Oliver glanced around. Lilly was right. All the swimmers had clean shaven legs.

"What's your point?" Oliver asked.

Lilly rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"My point is, Pete's legs are shaven because he's on the swim team. NOT because he's gay. And you're only calling him gay because you're jealous." Lilly finished with a smirk.

'Shh!" Oliver shushed Lilly, as he looked around wildly to see if anyone had heard her. "I am NOT jealous of Wolfe. The guy has no manly traits."

"Oh yeah? Well Mr. No Manly Traits seems to be doing just fine with Ms. Object of Oliver's Affection."

Lilly gestured to Miley and Pete.

"I don't like Miley."Oliver said uneasily.

Lilly opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a very happy Miley

"Hey guys!"

Oliver jumped and nearly fell in the pool.

"AUGHH!!"

Miley gave a small laugh and pulled Oliver away from the edge.

"Nice Oliver." She said smiling.

Oliver felt his stomach kick.

What the hell, he thought.

"So," Miley began. "What are you two doing Friday night?"

"Nothing." Oliver replied. "Why, wanna hang out?"

Miley flashed them both a huge grin.

"I can't! Because I have a date with Pete!"

Oliver's face fell and Lilly just smiled a small smile and shook her head.

"I thought you didn't like Wolfe." Oliver mumbled.

"Ah yeah…about that...er…I lied!"

"Shocker." Lilly said with an eye roll.

Miley clapped.

" I am SO excited!" she exclaimed before skipping away happily.

"HEY!" Oliver exclaimed after her. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?"

But she didn't seem to notice and kept on skipping.

"AWW!" Lilly's voice suddenly boomed in Oliver's ear. "YOU LOVE MILEY!"

Everyone left at the pool turned their attention to Oliver and Lilly.

"Uh…what Lilly meant is that I love mileage…. You know good mileage on cars is always a good selling point for me…heh."

The people seemed to accept Oliver's lame explanation and continued filing out. Oliver turned back to Lilly with an angry glare.

"Mileage is your selling point huh? Mine is color and style! Red convertible baby! Classic, never goes out of style!"

Oliver stared at Lilly with disbelief.

"You have the shortest attention span known to man."

Lilly's face suddenly lit up.

"YOU LOVE MILEY!" she exclaimed once more.

Oliver sighed and shoved his hand over Lilly's overly- large mouth. She struggled as he yanked her to the bleachers.

"Could you stop that?" he asked irritably.

"Um no way. Not until you admit your burning passion for Miley."

"Why do you all of a sudden think I like her?"

"It's not all of a sudden I always knew you did. You're painfully obvious. Anywho, it just felt like the right moment to bring it up. You know with Miley might being all grossed out by your hairy legs and you being jealous of Pete and what not."

"I am not jealous of Pete- and why would I care if Miley likes my legs or not? I don't care. Not one bit. "

"Of course you don't."

"You're insane."

"Oh come on Oliver! It's eating you up inside. Now all you can think about is 'Does Miley find hairy legs gross?' 'Does she find my legs gross?' 'Is that why she likes Pete, because he's hairless?' 'Should I shave my legs too?'-"

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Hold up there blondie. I am not shaving my legs."

"Sure you aren't."

"What? I'm not!"

"Of course you're not."

"Lilly would ya stop?"

"Of course I will."

"Quit it!"

"You know I will."

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Of course it doesn't."

"AUGH! That's it I'm outta here."

Oliver made his way to leave and Lilly opened her mouth to speak-

"Not one word."

When Oliver was safely outside his head was spinning with dozens of thoughts. All of them came back to one thing. Oliver glanced down at his legs,

"They're not that hairy."

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Yay! First chapter done! I already have the next two chapter written (not typed just yet) and then I'm gonna get to work on the 4th chapter. Anyways I PROMISE no Jonas Brothers in this fic. I'm not in the mood to add on to the invasion. Please favorite and review if you enjoyed it! I know the plotline is a little strange (but I'm a little strange…) but please bear with me. If you're curious I got this idea because one of my friend's is completely grossed out by hairy legs and I know a guy on the swim team who has to shave his legs and it kind of morphed together into this idea.