Title: First Kiss
Rating: K+/T
(I wasn't sure if this piece would be appropriately mature enough as to require a Teen rating so I took the liberty of declaring it K+, if you think it should be rated otherwise, please let me know.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, Disney, or any of its affiliates; I'm just a fan writing a fanfiction.
A/N: Read and review please! I love to know what you think of my writing, good or bad.

Chapter 1: Passing Notes

I looked anxiously through the throngs of high schoolers, searching in vain for my best friend Miley. Panic settled into my heart when I couldn't find her anywhere in the crowd, what if something had happened to her? My best friend, my secret crush, my other half, my Miley…

"Come on Lilly, we're going to be late to class. Miley is probably just running late, she did have a CD signing last night," Oliver urged me. I just brushed off his attempts to persuade me to abandon hope and shooed him to class. Instead I decided to wait foolishly in the hallway by our lockers.

I tapped my foot on the tile floor and glanced at the glowing luminescent clock on the front screen of my cell phone. Precious seconds slipped by, it was already 7:50, first warning bell sounded in the hallways, alerting the multitudes of students to head to class. Then 7:55, the last warning bell rung and the hallways were practically deserted with the exceptions of a few stragglers and me. Still no Miley.

Unfortunately the First Bell, which signaled the beginning of class, had just rung, and I raced to Biology. I managed to stumble into my seat just as Ms. Kunkle turned around to take attendance.

She proceeded to check off the students names; just as she called out "Stewart, Miley!" I heard the friendly voice of my best friend ring out a "Here!" from behind me. I, considerably confused, whipped around in my seat to see Miley sitting at her desk, backpack still on her shoulders and her face a bright shade of pink. I know I have a biased opinion, but I thought she looked beautiful, as always.

"Where have you been?" I mouthed to her.

"TRUSCOTT!" I yelped in surprise when Ms. Kunkle announced my name in a booming voice, "Face forward, you can chit chat with Ms. Stewart after class."

I turned around blushing madly, Amber and Ashley whispered something to each other and did their annoying "oooooh, tssss!" One of these days they were going to get it…

Ms. Kunkle droned on in her "warden" voice, and thankfully enough popped in a biology video for the class to watch, unfortunately…we had to take notes. Teachers ruin everything.

To say the least, it was a really boring video, about cell anatomy or osmosis or…something scientific. I eventually zoned out into daydreaming about my ideal honeymoon, a week on a private island with Miley. We'd stroll along the sand and splash in the waves and kiss under the stars and – "EEP!"

I jumped when I felt something touch my shoulder. Ms. Kunkle gave me the death glare and I shrugged in apology. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I just barely turned my head, trying not to alert Ms. Kunkle to my inattentiveness to the lackluster film. Miley's hand shot out, grasping a note which I curiously took from her hold and, wary of the teacher, shoved in my jacket pocket.

Miley kicked my desk chair, reminding me to read the note, but Ms. Kunkle was mere feet from my position, talking to Oliver about something and whenever she caught anyone passing notes in class she made them read it out loud. I was trying to avoid another mishap like when Miley had lost her voice and I read "Betty Burg's Address" and then, even better, "I heart Dex" out loud…definitely ruined her day with that one.

Miley gave my desk another jolt, this time with both her feet, as if I could forget she had passed me a note just seconds ago…she was not the most patient of people. I cautiously unfolded the paper and glanced at the note written in her girly handwriting, but one word stood out more than anything, car. I quickly scribbled back "OMG you're so lucky! I totally want to see it ASAP!"

I reached my arm back to hand her the response note but, as fate would have it, Ms. Kunkle of course, noticed and barked out "Passing notes in my class Truscott?"

"No, of course not. Just – stretching!" I nervously replied, for emphasis I tucked the note into the wrist of my long-sleeve t-shirt, faked a loud yawn, and arched my back. I cringed when I got another death glare from Ms. Kunkle.

Desperately hoping my athletic talents could be adapted for everyday use, I slipped the note back out from my sleeve, and gave it a faithful toss over my shoulder, confident my aim was true enough to land on Miley's desk, or at least within her reach. I guess I overreached my goal since I heard a faint "Ow!" The note had landed on Miley's head, definitely getting her attention.

Minutes passed and there was no alert kick from Miley so I assumed she had no reply but I was mistaken; my eyes had began to flutter shut from sheer boredom when I was startled awake by a massive paper ball whacking me in the back of the head. I retrieved the message which had landed in my jacket's hoodie. It was a challenge to unravel the crinkly paper without getting caught by Ms. Kunkle but I was well-rewarded by the contents of the note, "I drove it to school! I'll show you during lunch period."

A/N: So if you didn't pick up on the somewhat subtle hints, Lilly has a crush on Miley, and Miley has a brand-new car! You'll see what that entails for the pair of best friends soon enough…Review if you will!