Author's Note: I would like to thank all the readers and reviewers who are enjoying my story One Thing! And NO, I am not giving up on that I promise. I am actually working on the next chapter, and well I have realized that it is very close to coming to an end... and I just feel like not a lot of people are posting stories lately, and I thought I would give you guys a few previews to my new stories that will be coming soon! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or its characters.

Miley glanced at her watch, it was close to midnight. The game had ended going into overtime, with Lilly scoring the game winner. Miley had to admit she was very amusing when she scored. First, she would throw her arms up and yell like she had just won a gold medal at the Olympics, then she would get on one knee and skate in circles using her stick as a 'guitar'. Now the small party was in full swing, the press had gone an hour ago, and the players all had either their husbands, wives, boyfriends, or some girl to keep them company. Joannie was long gone, she went off with the Canadian assistant, Oliver was it? Miley was about to leave herself, but someone caught her eye.

She looked over to see a woman sitting by herself. She was extremely beautiful, blond hair, intense blue eyes, from the looks of it she was also very built. She didn't look at all happy to be here, she actually looked quite bored. Joannie did say she needed to get into the dating world, right?

Miley made her way over to the empty corner of which the woman sat. She noticed that when the girl saw her he seemed to tense up.

"Well, you look like you want to be here as much as me." Miley said sarcastically as she sat next to the blond.

"Believe it or not, this is my dream." She smiled.

"You have a funny way of showing it." Miley laughed, "Do you like hockey?"

"I love it."

Miley noticed the woman was now giving her a strange look, like she was crazy or something. She didn't know how to handle it, so she shrugged it off.

"So that Lilly Bruscott was amazing. She scored one of those hat thingys right?" She commented casually.

At this point, the woman started to laugh at her! Miley was shocked, what did she say that was so funny?

"You really don't watch hockey do you?" The blond woman laughed.

"No I don't, I have no interest in it."

"First of all she scored a hat-trick and I think you meant to say Lilly Truscott." She put an emphasis on the 'T'.

"Oh, well sorry. It's not like that beast is around." She scowled embarrassedly.

She stopped laughing at her comment.

"What do you mean by beast?" She asked coolly.

"I simply meant she acted like a crazy person when she was sent into that little box thing. I was sitting right there and I was petrified to look at her."

"Sorry, I just get so riled up…" the woman muttered, "I mean how would you feel if you just got punched in the head seven times?"

Miley looked beyond embarrassed. "Your Lilly Truscott?"

"Yep. I guess beauty meets beast." She joked.

"Well I never." Miley got up and stomped away, with Lilly quickly following her.

"What's the problem? I thought we were having a nice conversation. Slow down, will you?" Lilly said trying to keep pace.

"You let me sit there like a fool, talking about you to your face! I have never been so embarrassed!" Miley quickened her pace.

"Believe it or not you dissin' me has been the highlight of my night." Lilly smiled as she continued her chase.

Miley stopped and faced her. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I score goals all the time, but its not every day that a beautiful woman talks to me. Let me make it up to you." She offered.

"What give me tickets? Sorry, but I'd rather pass."

"How about dinner?" Lilly grinned.

"Are you asking me out?" Miley raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Yes, unless you'd rather stay in?" She flashed her a sexy grin.

"No, dinner is fine." Miley smiled back.

"Where should I pick you up?" Lilly asked as she grabbed a napkin and pen off a table.

"Twenty two Cogan Drive." Miley spoke, "It's the complex by the beach. Do you know where that is?"

"Yes, but I have one question."

Miley looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

"What should I call you?" Lilly smiled.

Soon the room was filled with laughter, a heavenly giggle to be exact. Lilly immediately fell in love with that giggle, it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

"My name is Miley Stewart."

"Ok, Miley Stewart, you have a date at 7 o'clock Wednesday night." She grinned.

"Miley Ray Stewart you're lying to me!" Joannie screeched over the phone.

"I am not! And it's really no big deal."

"No big deal? No big deal! You have got to be kidding me! The woman is gorgeous, not to mention filthy rich!"

"What do you mean rich?"

"I mean the woman makes twelve million dollars a year. I told you she was the best woman's hockey player in the world!"

"Joannie you know that doesn't really make a difference to me…after all I am Hannah Montana." Miley replied coolly over the phone, "All I know is she seemed nice, so I'll go out with her. I'm not promising you anything, so don't go planning my wedding." Miley sighed.

"I won't. But I do want to give you some advice."

Miley couldn't help but laugh. Joannie Palumbo giving her advice! This was too rich.

"You know the whole virgin thing is out, it died like fifty years ago!"

Ah! It was the old virgin discussion again! "Joannie, I am very proud to say I am a virgin. It's something that I have kept for twenty-five years of my life and I have no intention of letting it go to a woman I've known for one night."

Joannie sighed. "I guess I respect that, but Miles, she's hot!"

"Joannie!" Miley groaned.

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