Well, it's a Monday. And I'm bored. So I decided to wrangle me up one of these fine Hannah Montana fan fictions. (Ok, that's enough of that…lol) Just to forewarn everyone, it's been quite some time since I, myself, have been a teenager, so we'll see if I can capture their essences.

And I'd like to say that all things Hannah Montana are owned by Disney and their subsidiaries. I own nothing but the DVD's and CD's and other paraphernalia that I've picked up. So please, don't sue. Also, this IS eventually going to turn out to be a Liley fluff/angst fic. I like to mix it up. So if you got a problem with it, tough. It's my imagination, and you can click far far away from here.

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She sat staring at the computer screen in her room blankly, trying to complete her homework in a sensible timeframe to no avail. Chewing a pen cap in thought, Lilly Truscott watched the little blinking cursor mock her in a rhythmic tempo.

'Why oh why oh WHY did Mr. Corelli have to assign a writing assignment on romance?' Her thoughts made her pout in desperation. Francis Corelli, her extroverted, yet odd History teacher, had been in the process describing the period of Romanticism, timed well enough with Valentine's Day. In his uncanny knack to make Lilly feel more and more uncomfortable about her feelings without realizing it, the class was assigned a free writing assignment to see what they had learned, staying true to the key points emphasized in the period. Glancing down at her notes, she let a frustrated sigh escape her lips, wanting to just claim a zero on the paper.

'Intuition, imagination, and feeling.' Lilly thought over and over, rapping her knuckles on the keyboard, successfully typing a jumble of letters, hoping maybe, just maybe she'd be able to anagram something out of them. 'Ghjk…I got nothing.' Lilly frowned, and glanced at her cell, contemplating calling either Miley or Oliver as an escape from the unwanted thoughts her mind kept placing on her as she reviewed her notes.

Standing up and stretching, popping her back from the stiffness of spending a good Friday afternoon staring at the blank canvas of a word processor, she flopped onto her bed unceremoniously, her mind running over her obsession she held since 8th grade, wanting to somehow include those feelings of desire, passion, and wanton disappointment within her paper of her unmentionable thoughts. Here it was, senior year, and she still didn't have the guts to be open about her feelings with her closest friends or family.

Her eyes grew heavy with contemplation, knowing that her feelings would make for a perfect story, yet unwilling to put her utmost thoughts onto paper. Trepidation, horror, and awe grasped her mind daily, and Lilly hid behind a façade of smiles, hugs, and jokes. She continued her restless thinking in a daze, until a bright and cheery tone emitted from her cell phone.

With a great yawn and a scratch to her helmet-styled hairdo, Lilly rose to check the caller ID, a wide grin crossing her face as it read 'Miley', her picture taken with her camera phone lighting up the screen.

"Yello!" She answered her phone with bounce, swearing up and down that as soon as her thoughts went dark, Miley knew, and always called.

"Hey, Lilly. You have a moment?" Miley queried, sounding quite out of breath.

"Yeah. What's up?" Lilly listened intently, thinking 'for you, always.'

"Ok, so, oh my GOD! Got a call from Traci…and guess who's got that extra ticket to the premier screening of the new Orlando Bloom flick for yoooouuuu…" Miley singsong into the phone.

"Really?" Lilly perked up at the sudden good news. She had been bugging Miley to get a ticket to the premier for a month, only because she knew Hannah would be there. Granted, she went crazy a few years back for the puffy-shirt pirate, and had once or twice made a fool of herself at Traci Van Horn's private celebrity parties trying to chase him down. Though she only attended those parties at Miley's request, she felt that he was an appropriate target to vent her teenage hormonal frustrations on, rather than the actual subject of her affections.

"Yes, really. Do you think you can finish your paper so we can go tonight?" Lilly chewed her lip in thought. There was no way she could even think of an idea to spit out a paper within a few hours' time, and her mom was on her case about her grades ever since she had sacrificed studying for practicing when she tried out for the High School X Games.

"Iiiiiiiii don't know, Miles. It's kinda not even started," Lilly sighed, slightly upset that she wasn't going to be able to spend time with her favorite pop star.

"Well, what if I come over and help you. It's really not that hard. All you have to do is think emo, and you're halfway there!" Miley suggested, seeming to brush off the assignment as less soul searching than Lilly had found it to be.

"Ok, ok. I'll get it done quickly. I think I have an idea." Lilly glanced at the clock, figuring a time estimate to type out her innermost feelings while still having time to make the transformation into her alter ego, Lola Luftnagle.

"Good. I'll be around about 6:30-ish."

"Kay. See you then." With a curt flip of her wrist, Lilly slipped her phone closed and rushed back to the computer, swallowing her pride and typed out her deepest secrets, changing the names where she saw fit. She didn't care if she passed or failed, anyway, and as long as she got the assignment done, her mom would have no problems letting her go.

AN: Ok, ok. I know it's short for now. But it's kind of a set up chapter anyway. This is the first time I've written any fanfic of any kind in what seems like eons…(I used to write S Club 7 fanfic back in the day…and my old account is long since gone.) So, please, comment. And be gentle. *hides from heavy objects*