Okay,, well this story I'm writing is greatly inspired by the song "Two Is Better Than One" by Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift. So this is a love story. It's not going along the storyline of Hannah Montana. So Miley isn't a.k.a Hannah Montana. Well I hope you enjoy!! =]

Oliver's POV:

Two months had passed since high school graduation. According to my dad, it was time to toughen up, get to some serious thinking about my life, and be a man. And most likely he was probably right. It was time to decide what I was going to do with my life. I had dreams of always being a musician, but really what were the chances of that? One in a million. No, probably more like one in a zillion. So, of course, like a lot of people, I took a safe road. A road where the outcomes were pretty good.

"Oliver, honey," my mom said hugging me. I hugged her back. "It seems just like yesterday, your dad and I were bringing you home from the hospital. Now today we're letting you go into the real world." She let go of me and put her hands on my cheeks in a way when an old lady sees a cute kid and just wants to pinch their cheek and give them a piece of candy. "I can't believe I'm not going to be there to remind you to take a shower, brush your teeth, take your viatmins, drink water, eat breakfast." She hugged me again. "You be a good boy." Her voice was starting to crack. I wouldn't admit it, but my voice was also cracking. I decided not to speak because I felt ashamed to cry in front of my father who was standing in beside my mom rolling his eyes at her motherlyness. She let go of me, and I smiled at her while trying to hold the tears in.

I looked at my father. He smiled at me. "You went through high school, and you graduated even with all the trouble you got into. And now here you are in front of Stanford University." He stretched out his arm and patted it on my shoulder. "Make me proud of you as you go through college." He took his hand off my shoulder. He held his hand out for me to shake. And as a symbol for promising him that I will make him proud, I took his hand. "I'm so excited. In the next four years, you'll be working beside me in my company of Aquamarine Water."

"Ha-ha, yeah it'll be great dad," I said doubtly. I hugged my mom once again and then shook my dad's hand in a firm grasp. I then grabbed my suit cases and went on a quest to go find where I got my schedule, dorm room, and other college stuff.

In high school, every kid can't wait to get out from under their parents' roof and escape the town that they had lived in their whole life. In high schook, I was like that. I was that stupid teenager that talked back to his parents and couldn't wait to get out of what I thought was a hell hole. And, yeah, I was kinda glad to get four years away from my dad. We were never on the best of terms. We fought constantly, and sometimes I would have to get out of the house just to clear my head from an arguement that the two of us had. He always told me to make him proud. However, I always felt like I never exceeded his expectations for me. My mom though had always loved me. She was always a good parent. And sometimes, when my dad and I were in an arguement, she would grab the car keys, and me and her would go to a hotel and stay there until I felt comfterable talking to my dad again.

I walked to the courtyard of Stanford where freshmen orientation was. They had schedules and dorm assignments there. I walked to the table for schedules.

"Hi there," a girl with glasses and red hair pulled back in a ponytail said in a perky tone. "Welcome to Stanford. It's a great school. I'm sure you're going to love it here. I'm Tiffany Davis. What's your name?"

"Oliver Oken," I answered.

"Your schedule also has your dorm number on it," she said as she searched through a file of schedules for students whose last name began with an O. She pulled out a sheet of paper. She looked at my schedule. "Ooh, you've got some tough teachers. You've got Mr. Shack though. Everyone loves him." She handed me my scheduele. Geez, I hope not all girls here are as nosy as she was. She grabbed another sheet of paper. "This is a list of all the freshmen teachers and the books they want you to have."

"Thanks," I said grabbing it out of her hand. I walked away from the annoying perky girl as soon as I could. She reminded me of my first girlfriend. That relationship didn't even last a day.

I looked at my schedule. I was assigned to dorm number 21 in building number four. Well, geez, they could've at least given us a map. I looked around for any upperclassmen that knew the routine for this school. I found a guy with a polo American Eagle auburny and white striped shirts.

"Exuse me," I said. "Do you know where building number four is?"

"Yeah, it's that builing right over there," he said pointing to a blue building.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," he replied.

I ran to the building he was talking about. Lucky for me and any other freshman, there was a map for where all the dorm rooms in this building were at as soon as you walked in. Room 21 was on the second floor. I walked up the stairs and found room 21 at the end of the hallway. If I had a roomate, he hadn't shown up yet. So I chose the bed by the window, and I started unpacking. I just kinda put everything on my bed and just decided to deal with it later. I lyed down on what little room I had on my bed. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Here I was finally at college. I thought this would finally be the day I would celebrate. Getting out of my parents' house always seemed like a dream come true. But in reality, I was just like a baby bird scared to jump out of the nest for the first time and fly into the real world.

"Hi, hi," a young voice interrupted my thoughts. In fact, it sounded way too young. I sat up to see who the person was. I was surprised to find a boy proably anywhere between eleven and thirteen.

"Who are you?" I asked confused.

"Rico Rodrigo," the little boy said. He looked me up and down. "And if you're Oliver Oken, then you must be my roomate."

"I am Oliver Oken. How old are you?" I asked.

"Thirteen," he replied.

"Aren't you supposed to be in seventh grade?" I confused.

"Nope," he said putting his bags on his bed. "I never was in the seventh grade. I skipped from third grade to ninth grade."

"Wow!" I said. "How are you going to pay for college?"

"I've got a scholarship," he said.

"No, I mean stuff like dorms. Scholarships don't pay for that," I said.

"Oh well my parents are paying for it," Rico said.

"Wouldn't they want you to stay at home since you're so young?" I asked.

"You know you would think so, but actually they were more than thrilled when I suggested living in a dorm. They practically packed my bags for me," he said with hurt, neglection, and lonliness in his voice.

"But I'll be over eighteen by the time I'll be done with school, so I can go and immediately become a doctor, and I can go start my own life as soon as I graduate," he said bitterly.

At first I was annoyed at having a thirteen year old boy for my roomate, but I felt bad for the kid.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's fine," he said.

I grabbed my schedule and list of teachers and what books they wanted for their classes off my bed. "You know I was gonna go take a tour of the campus. Do you want to come with me?" I asked Rico.

"Nah, I'm gonna get settled in," he said.

"Okay," I said waving bye to him as I walked out our dorm. "See you later."

I made my way out of the building. Poor kid. I couldn't believe his parents would just take any chance to throw him out of his house. They must've been one of those selfish pairs of parents that wanted their kids out of their house as soon as possible so they could just go and get it on.

I walked to the school store to go get some books for my professors. I grabbed a psyics book, a sociology book, a business book, and a book with poems by Robert Frost for my Liturature class. I went to the checkout counter.

"Hi," the girl at the checking my books out. "I'm Lilly Truscott." I looked at Lilly. She had long wavy blonde hair. She had on a short sleeved navy blue and white horizantal striped shirt. She had on holey jeans and yellow All Star Converse. She had on a gold charmed necklace that fit perfectly around her neck. It had about seven charms on it. There was an anchor charm on it. Then there was a Eifel Tower charm. There was a skateboard. A guitar, a peace sign, the letter L, and a cross was the last charm.

"Hey, I'm Oliver Oken. Can you just go and check out my stuff?" I asked rushing her. I was probably being rude, but I didn't mean to.

"Well, geez," she said. She went through my books and checked them out. However the Robert Frost book she stared at for a second. "Robert Frost huh?"

"Yeah, it's for my liturature teacher Mr. Shack," I said. "I don't even know who the guy is."

"You must be a freshman," she said.

"Yeah," I said annoyed. I just wanted to get out of here.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and sorry I could not take be one travelor, long I looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth;then took the other, just as having perhaps the better claim,because it was grassy and wanted wear;though as for the passing there had worn them really about the both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden , I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I--," the blonde girl paused. "I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

"Okay," I said confused.

"It's a poem by this guy," she said tapping her finger on the Robert Frost book. "It's called The Road Not Taken."

"What does it mean?" I asked.

"There's no one specific meaning to a poem. When a poet goes and publishes a poem, he gives it to the world to interpret it. So each person is supposed to interpret it into what they think it's talking about," Lilly said running her fingers through her head and tilting her head.

"So what's your interpretation?" I asked.

She looked at me and laughed. She then smiled as if what she was about to say was specifically meant for me. "Each day is a day closer to your death. Don't be stupid." Once again she ran her fingers through her hair and tilted her head.

I looked at this queer girl I just met. "Do you talk to all the new freshmen that come in here like this?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Some seniors."

I shook my head. "Well it was," I paused trying to find the right word for what I was going to say, "interesting talking to you."

"Anytime," she said smiling. "I'm always here if you ever need anything."

I walked out of the store, and before leaving, I looked through the windows to take one more glimpse of Lilly. As much as I found her weird, odd, and annoying, there was something about her. I had a feeling I would be seeing her again.

So what do you all think??? Good, bad, boring, funny, interesting?? Please review and tell me if I should continue the story!!! =]