This is my first fanfic, and I've been reading and reviewing for about a month now. I think it's time to try my hand at writing one of my own now. This is going to start as an Oliver/Lilly, Oliver/Miley. I haven't really planned out the rest of the relationships yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following characters…yadda, yadda, yadda.

A/N: Oh, yeah, just so you know, it's senior year and Miley is 18.

Miley turned over, sleepily opening her eyes (which were glued together with "eye crispies") to see a strange boy next to her. Asleep. Well, he's cute, she decided before shaking him awake. "Wha'?" he murmured, confused, sending a wave of morning breath her way. Very cute.

"You need to get out of here," she told him, lifting the comforter to see if he was at least partially clothed. No such luck. She didn't remember any of last night, but she guessed she'd slept with him. "Get dressed and kindly exit through that window there."

The boy looked to be about nineteen or twenty; all she remembered was that he was in college. He pulled on his jeans and handed her his wallet, saying, "Take whatever you want, baby. You're worth it." She smiled at him and took out a twenty-dollar bill. When he turned around to pick up his shirt, she quickly snatched the remaining thirty-five dollars, plus two sheets of stamps.

He left quickly, and Miley felt cheap, as she always did when she woke up next to a strange man in the morning. Cheap because sex was her answer for everything. Cheap because they almost always paid her, like she was some sort of prostitute.

xxxxxx

Oliver looked miserable as he hunched over his locker, struggling to get it open. "Is the Locker Doctor having the Monday blues?" Miley joked, opening her own locker to get her "Living Organisms" textbook.

"Lilly dumped me again," he muttered, fumbling with the lock.
"Ah," Miley said. Lilly 'dumped' him at least once every two weeks. It was old news. "No, for real this time," he insisted, running his unsteady fingers through his hair.

Miley shut her locker and looked over at him. He really did look upset. "Well," offered Miley, "Since you have that huge science presentation in fifteen minutes, it's my duty, as a friend, to cheer you up. C'mon."

She pulled him into a broom closet and locked the door.

xxxxxx

Three minutes before homeroom, Miley exited the closet with white liquid dribbling down her chin. She swiped at it with the back of her hand and pecked Oliver on the cheek. "Good luck, Ollie."

Lilly Truscott watched, mouth agape, as Miley and Oliver exited the closet. She and Miley had stopped being best friends when it seemed all of her boyfriends had received sexual favors from her. But now…her Ollikins?

This is war, Stewart.

War.