A/N: To start things off, I must say that I have practically read all the Liley stories on here. Props to all the writers. Its not that I have no life (I so do) it's just that I loove reading about these two lovebirds. So that being said, my imagination is too crazy for me not to share. I have sooo many ideas in my head! LOL. I thought that I might as well write about it :) No mention of Hannah Montana in this story. I plan to write a whole series if you readers like this one.

Disclaimer: Don't own Hannah Montana.

Chapter 1: Love At First Sight?

Miley's POV

"Oh. My. Gosh. First day of school! What to wear? What to wear?" I said out loud. I'm 17, a senior in high school, head of the cheerleaders, AKA popular, and I'm worrying about what to wear on the first day of school... how pathetic. Well, I do have a reputation to maintain after all. Miley Stewart is what I go by, and for the record, I am not one of those conceited, stuck up cheerleaders people think I am. I just hang out with people like that. I was born and raised in Tennessee so I have this southern accent to me which these Californians think is cute. Oh yeah I forgot to mention I live in Malibu with my daddy, Robbie Ray, and midget for a brother Jackson. My mom passed away when I was nine and its just been us three ever since. "Sweet niblets." I muttered angrily. Jackson left the toilet seat up and I dunked my sweet behind on some nice, cold, toilet water. Great way to start to the morning.

"Miles! Hurry up bud! Ya wouldn't wanna be late for your first day do ya?" Robbie Ray hollered. "Fixed ya up some breakfast too," He added. "better get down here before Jackson eats it!"

"Comin daddy!" I yelled. In the end, I ended up wearing a tight gray shirt showing my belly button (and the piercing on it), and washed up denim shorts that showed off my slim, tan legs. Oh the joys of cheer leading. "Mhhmm. I look good." I conceitedly thought to myself. But hey, if you got it, flaunt it. Took me a good ten minutes to put on my makeup. Just a hint of eyeliner, mascara, blush, lip gloss, concealer, you know, the usual. My hair usually looked good naturally, because of my long locks of chestnut colored goodness.

As I raced down the stairs, I realized I only had about five minutes left to get to school. I grabbed my backpack, car keys, put on some cowboy boots and headed towards the kitchen to grab a bagel. "Daddy I gotta go or I'm gonna be late." I told him. Before my dad could've said something I gave him a kiss on the cheek and smacked Jackson on the head, making my way to the garage.

Ahh yes. The garage. It contained one of my most valuable possessions, my 2010 Mercedes Benz sports car. I decided to put the top down because one, there was a nice breeze outside, and two, I looked good driving it and I wanted people to know. I giddily got in my nice convertible, which I got for my birthday by the way. That was to all the people thinking I'm nothing but a spoiled brat, and I started my car and speedily drove away from my Malibu beach house.

I was a pretty popular person at school. During my freshman year, I joined cheer leading, became captain my second year, and ever since then I was the girl who was invited to all the parties, and was always surrounded by people. Pretty damn good life if you ask me. Even though I'm popular, I only have a couple of real friends and they were Mikayla, Sarah, Ashley, and Oliver. They were also cheerleaders and were the only people ever saw me as me, and not just someone they can use to be popular.

Seaview High School was a pretty big school, and it followed the typical stereotypes. Jocks hang out with jocks, goths with goths, cheerleaders with cheerleaders, and etc. Besides us cheerleaders, there was another popular girl group at school, and they were the 'girl jocks'. Let me define 'girl jocks', they're girls who are in sports, and HATE cheerleaders. Some of them were lesbians and bisexual, but the school population didn't really mind because ALL of them were pretty as hell and can definitely throw a punch. Shoot, if I was gay I would so hit on all of them. My group doesn't really associate with theirs, mainly because they hate us and we hate them. Don't know how it started, don't really care. That's high school for ya.

With my radio blasting Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I cruised throughout Malibu in style. "Hm. I have a feeling today is going to be a good day." I happily said to myself. However, the day was still young , and on my way to school, some idiot driver driving a cherry red Chevrolet Camaro cut me off and had the nerve to flash me the finger when I honked my horn. My great morning was officially ruined, and I noticed that the crazy ass driver pulled up to the parking lot at my school. I parked my car right next to his, I say it was a guy because the car just screamed manliness. He had tinted windows so I couldn't see what he looked like. I slammed my door and leaned on the passenger's front side of my car, waiting impatiently for the idiot to get out so I can give him a piece of my mind.

As he stepped out of the car, I realized I was wrong. He was a she. She had long blonde hair that passed her um... cleavage, green eyes that went on forever, and a smile so beautiful it could make a homeless person as happy as a tree critter. She was wearing a red flannel shirt, denim shorts and lemme just say, she definitely pulled it off, and flip flops. Wow, she's so beautiful she's making me question my sexuality. Wait what am I saying! I'm as straight as a line! But there's just something about her... that makes me wish I wasn't. I think she was talking to me because her mouth was moving so I decided to tune in to the real world.

"Why don't you take a picture?" The blonde beauty grinned at me, "It lasts longer." She winked and walked away giving me a nice view of her behind. "Ugh!" I groaned angrily to myself. Why am I thinking like this! That's when it hit me. I need a man. I felt happy knowing I was on the search for a new guy. When I started to walk to my class I felt weak in the knees, knowing it was her who gave this effect on me. I couldn't even say anything to her. For some strange reason I wanted to know her name. I shook my head and entered my classroom.

"Miles! I missed you so much girlfren!" Oliver exclaimed. I forgot to mention, Oliver's my gay best friend. He was the first person I met, and ever since then we've been as tight as glue.

"Hey Ollie! I missed you too!" I said as I hugged him. Again, my day seemed to brighten up thanks to my friend who had very interesting stories about his summer in Italy with his boy toy, Jake Ryan. Me and Jake were boyfriend girlfriend for a year until he came out to me and told me he was attracted to Oliver. I was depressed that my boyfriend was gay, but I soon got over it because Ollie's my best friend and I wanted to see him happy. He kept telling me how Jake keeps him... satisfied. So disturbing. "Ollie later you have you have to help me look for a date for Gabe's party ok?" I told him.

"Sure thing babe! But later you HAVE to help me what outfit to choose. I wanna look good for Jakey-Poo." He giddily said. I felt vomit rising up from the amount of mushiness Oliver has been saying these days. Poor schmuck, I thought, but secretly I wished I could one day experience the feelings he had for Jake. Love.

"Okay class! Everyone take a seat. We have a transfer student from England" Mr. Momson announced. I heard some of the girls in the class whispering to each other, praying it was a hot, British guy with an accent. I looked at the door, wondering, hoping, it was who I thought it was. "Uhh, Lily Truscott is it?" He asked the class. Lily. So the mystery girl's name is Lily. What a pretty name I thought. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her run through the door.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to go drop off my soccer bag in the locker." Lily politely informed Mr. Momson. Lily didn't have a British accent, it was American, but she still sounded adorable. "It's all right Lily," he told her. "Take a seat right next to... Ms. Stewart." When Lily came to sit next to me she grinned at me, and I caught a whiff of her perfume. Mmm strawberries. I am such a creeper... WAIT. Did she say soccer bag? Oh no. She's gonna be one of the 'girl jocks'. I pictured her in a soccer uniform and how she's going to be showing off her sexy legs, and how sexy... OMG! What's wrong with me! I shook my head, clearing all those nasty thoughts out of my mind and realized that I was staring at Lily again. The weird thing was, is that she was staring back. Sweet niblets. This was going to be a loooong day.

I decided to try to make Lily and Miley popular just to change things up a bit, just in case you guys were wondering. I also made Jake and Oliver gay just cause its funny and they so make a good couple :) I'm going to try to finish the next chapter by tomorrow if you guys like this one, and also introduce the other characters. I'm also going to add Lily's POV as well.

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