This is my first Hannah Montana fic, so do forgive if progress is a little slow.

I disclaim...

Miley tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but it was useless. She was still tired from Sunday night's concert. Now here she was, Monday morning, trying her best to stay awake. Cursing under her breath, she let out a deep sigh as she sat up off her bed and dragged her feet slowly out of her room. She trudged on until she was outside the bathroom. She wearily tried to open the door, only to find it locked. Frustrated, she banged the door several times.

"JACKSON!" she yelled "Hurry up!"

Despite her best efforts, Miley's cries were met with the sound of water splashing on the shower tiles. Knowing she was defeated, she banged her head onto the bathroom door. This is going to be a LONG day, she thought.

After her shower, Miley felt marginally better. Wrapped in a towel, she went into Hannah Montana's closet to pick out her clothing for the day.

"Pants? Nah," she thought aloud "Ooh, I haven't worn this skirt in a while. Now to pick out a top…"

After what seemed like an eternity, Miley had finally chosen the day's ensemble; a short denim skirt, a pink, short-sleeved American Eagle top and black & white skate shoes. Satisfied, Miley made her way down to the breakfast table.

"Mornin' Miles," her dad greeted "I'm makin' bacon n' eggs. Have a seat, bud."

After breakfast, Miley packed her school things and began walking down the street on her way to the bus stop where she would meet with her friends. She walked slowly, staring at the ground beneath her as she listened to songs on her iPod. Turning her head slightly, she noticed a large mover's truck parked outside an apartment building across the road. From where she stood, she glanced upon a grey-haired man, about 5'9", wearing a pair of jeans and a black collared shirt. Though she couldn't hear him, he seemed to be yelling loudly at the movers, pointing his finger in their direction. Miley paid little attention to all this, as she was far too exhausted to care.

"MILEY!" a familiar voice cried out "Hello? Earth to Miley?!"

Finally noticing her best friend standing a few feet away, Miley looked up slightly and removed her earphones.

"Hey Lilly." She replied yawningly

"Well," Lilly remarked sarcastically "Someone's a little sleepy head today. What time did you get to bed?"

"Huh? Oh…uh…I forgot."

"Hey guys," a dark-haired boy greeted as he walked towards the two "Smokin' Oaken is in the hizaus. Late night, Miley?"

Miley simply sighed as the school bus came to a halt in front of the trio. Taking Miley by the arm, Lilly stepped onto the vehicle with Oliver following them.

Following a relatively quiet yet excruciatingly long day at school, Miley plopped her school bag onto the floor as she slumped hard onto the living room couch. She let out a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. She had promised to meet her two best friends at the beach, but figured that they would understand if she fell asleep instead.

Then, five minutes into her deep slumber, she heard a loud knock on her front door. Jackson, please be home, she moaned to herself. When she heard the knock again, she groaned loudly as she stood up off the couch and stomped her way to the front door.

As the door opened, a big smile slowly found its way across the pretty face of Miley Stewart.

A very big smile.

Thoughts? I know its not much yet, but the next chapter will be up soon. Please Review!