If I'm doing this right, and a summary goes here, this is a basic Moliver fic. Kind of full of fluff, but still cool. :

Hellooooo FF membor people. This is my very first fanfiction! -applause, applause- Please be nice, and review, I'm new to this, so I really need the CONSTRUCTIVE, yeah not mean, critisism. This is a Moliver fic, because, of course, my favorite pairing. It's mostly just fluff stuff because, like I said, newbie here. But, maybe once I get this started, I'll get better. Oh, and uhm, could someone please explain to me the whole profile thing? I'm seriously lost here. ANYWAYYYY. read. review. yadda yadda. I'll shut up now. : Oh, wait, and I'm also aware the title makes like, no sense yet, but it will, trust me. :D

I'm supposed to have a disclaimer right? Well, uhm, I obviously don't own Hannah Montana, since I'm only like, 15, but if you need me to say it, I DON'T OWN HANNAH MONTANA. Happy?

Miley Stewart walked through the doors of Seaview High School and let out a huge yawn. Most of the time the whole Hannah Montana secret was kind of cool, but not when a CD signing lasts way longer than it's supposed to, and you end up getting to bed at 2 am on a school night. She slowly walked towards her locker and started twirling the combination, but when she tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.

"Oh sweet niblets!" she exclaimed, smacking the locker. Uhm, OUCH?!

Miley sucked on her now throbbing fingers and glared angrily at the locker. The thing would have to die.

"Uh, Miles, why are you beating up my locker?" came a male voice from behind her.

She turned around and saw her best guy friend, Oliver Oken, standing there, looking immensely confused.

Miley quickly checked the number on the locker. 562. Her locker number was 625. Wow, she must be more tired than she thought.

"Oh, right, sorry Oliver," she said, moving to the side to let him pass her, "I just had a," she lowered her voice, "Hannah thing last night, and I guess I'm more tired than I thought."

"It's cool, you're usually a space case anyway," Oliver replied, with a slight smirk.

"HEY!" Miley said, crossing her arms, "at least I'm not a DONUT."

"Hey, I am NOT a-" He tripped and fell forward, grabbing Miley's shoulder for support.

"Are too," she said, simply, helping him stand up.

She looked up, and found herself staring straight into Oliver's deep brown eyes. They seemed to mesmerize her, so they both just stood there, staring at each other.

"Uhm, MILEY."

She broke her trance, and turned around to see a slightly annoyed Jake Ryan standing behind her. Although Jake was a good boyfriend in most areas, he was extremely egotistical and jealous prone at times.

"Oh, uh Jake, Oliver said he thought there was something in his...uhm...eye, so I was just...uh...trying to see...what is was..." she lied, very badly at that.

Jake didn't look convinced, but shrugged anyway. "Whatever, let's go, we'll be late for homeroom," he said, grabbing her upper arm, and leading her down the hall.

"Bye Oliver!" she called over her shoulder," Jake, OUCH, that hurts, let go!"

But Jake didn't release his grip on her arm until they were in the classroom.

Yes, very short, I know, but cut me some slack, if I would have kept going, it would have been worse than it already is. xD Wow, I think I have self esteem issues. Help me out with that by reviewing. :D Nothing rude please, but tips could help, I'm really new to story writing. : Oh, and if I get some good reviews, I'm going to start writing more chapters to this, and maybe doing a few oneshots. It's kind of fun to write. x Okay, I'll stop babbling now, but you can babble as much as you want in REWVIEWS. :