Chapter Dos! Whoo! Most of this is just random babblings, and some random stuff. Anyways, enjoy chapter dos...

Disclaimer: If I did it would be a Loliver, and Nick Jonas would be like a permerant character. But I obviously don't; I do own the plot, however. So YAY for that!

NICK'S POV

I had walked into Seaview High, and I had girls fawning over me. I just smiled, and acted polite. I walked into homeroom, and took a seat in the back corner. It was the first day of class, so I wouldn't be taking anyone's seat. Soon, the classroom was filled with students. The teacher stood up from her desk, and cleared her throat. Everyone shut up.

"I know, this is an exciting day for you. The first day of high school. I hope you have a great day, and that you don't get too lost," She said, and chuckled at her own joke. No one else was laughing, or even smiling; everyone looked more scared if anything.

"Mrs. that's just scaring us," A student with red hair commented. It was a girl, but her hair was all mushroom cut, and bright red. It was like firetruck red. I smiled. Malibu was VERY differnt than Jersey.

"Okay, sorry. Time for the roll call. Amy Anderson," The teacher said, and droned on. People were saying here, and raising their hands. I was just sitting in the corner, trying not to draw any attention to myself.

"Hello," I heard a male voice say. It came from next to me. I turned my head, but kept my hood up and I kept my eyes focused on the ground.

"Hi," I said back. I turned my head away from the boy, and the rest of the class.

"Nick…Oh my gosh…Nick Jonas?" The teacher said, and sounded like she was going to have a heart attack. Half of the class gasped, and the rest shrilled. My face got warm. I raised my hand, and two girls actually fainted. One with long blonde hair, and the other with brown wavy hair. A brunette boy went over to them, and got the blonde one back on her feet.

"Yea," I said, but it came out as more a question. I took my hood off, and I felt all eyes on me.

"Oliver Oken," The teacher rattled off some more names. He smiled, and helped the blonde girl sit back in her desk. The brunette girl was alright, and then fainted again. The blonde girl seemed to be okay.

"Hi, I'm Lilly Truscott," The blonde said, peppily, and placed her hand out. I gladly shook it. She wasn't overly obsessed with me. Some how, I think that brunette girl was.

"Hi, you already know who I am," I said, and smiled. She took in a deep breath, and pulled her hand away from me. She looked at it as if it was godly. I chuckled. Some girls were crazy when it came to celebs.

"Miley Stewart?" The teacher asked. Miley…hm, could it be the same girl that mailed me like every week.

"She's a little busy," Lilly said. They had gotten her to be on her feet, again. She was sitting in her desk, but she kept pinching her arm, and she had a smiled that looked glued to her face.

"I'm good, I'm good," Miley said, obviously not alright. She must have been the same girl because only true fans pass out. And how many people do you run into, that have the name Miley? The teacher went through some more names, even Lilly's.

"Now, I need everyone to pair up, but no one can choose Nick," The teacher said. I went up to the front of the class; the teacher did the whole finger thing like 'come up here'. Miley had her head on her desk. Lilly was nudging her, but she didn't respond.

"Yea?" I asked the teacher. I wanted to be treated like a normal kid. I didn't want any special attention; although now-and-then it might be okay.

"Nick, choose someone, anyone," The teacher said. People immediately stopped picking their partners, and sat down. I looked around the room the only people I know are…Lilly, and Miley, if you count her.

"Um…uh…Miley," I said, barely audible. Miley's head shot up, and she looked at me with her bluish-greenish eyes wide open. She pinched her arm. Then, her face erupted into a huge smile. Then, it became a shade of crimson. I smiled at her.

"You can go and sit with her," The teacher reminded me. The class resumed pairing up.

MILEY'S POV

I was partnered up with Nick Jonas. Actually, he chose me. He CHOSE me, over everyone else in class. I wonder if he knows that I've been his 'Pen Pal'. I hope so. I could ask him later. I still can't believe that he's here. Sitting in front of me; I fainted before. I actually fainted; I usually am good with celebrities, but not him. I have a smile, that is permanently on my face, and my face is pretty hot.

NICK'S POV

"Now, today we are going to survey our partners, and learn more about them. Then, you will tell the answers of the survey to the class. We are all going to know each other by the end of this week," The teacher said, and started handing out papers. I took one, and handed the other one to Miley.

"Okay, so we should start this," Miley said. She pointed out the obvious, but she looked nervous. It was so cute. Wait. Hold up. Did I just think that she's cute? Hm…well, I like her wavy brown hair. Stop. 'Nick, you're not supposed to be having fun here' I reminded myself.

"Yea, so you can go first," I said. But, why couldn't I have a little fun. Malibu might be fun.

"Okay, so do I really need to ask the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth...do I need to ask you any of these? I think I can do these on my own," Miley said. I looked at my paper.

Question one: Full name. Question Two: Do you have any siblings? List. Question Three: Birthday. Question Four: One quirky habit. Question Five: Instrument? List. Question Six: Favorite Food. Question Seven: Favorite Color. Question Eight: Favorite Sport to Play. Question Nine: Favorite Ice Cream Flavor. Question Ten: Describe partner in three words, tops. I smiled, she must know a lot about me.

"Okay, then what are the answers to questions one and two?" I asked, and Miley smiled. Her smile lit up the room. I couldn't help, but smile, after I saw hers.

"Nicholas Jerry Jonas, and three. Kevin, Joe, and Frankie," Miley said, and laughed at the end. I wonder if she knew all of my brothers' full names. Maybe, it was just mine; in that case I feel special.

"Okay, how about three and four?" I asked. Miley giggled. She was acting as if she could get none of these wrong.

"Um…September 16, 1992. Quirky habit…collecting baseball cards," Miley said. She was pretty good. She knew this all off hand, too.

"Good, five and six?" I asked. She looked at me, like did she even need to verbally answer these.

"Okay, instruments, guitar, drums, and piano. You can play all that, and I can barely play guitar, well. Fav food, steak; one of my favorites," Miley said. She got this hungry look on her face. She looked like she could eat something. I laughed at her face. Her face became pink.

"Yup, um…seven and eight?" I asked. I think the questions, were supposed to be the other way. She asks me about me, and I tell her the answers. Oh well…she was good.

"Alright…for fav color I have to say blue. Not my fav, but defiantly up there. Sport to play, is baseball. I can't play any sport…like, I'm retarded when it comes to sports," Miley said, and giggled at the end. Her giggle was really cute.

"Okay…nine and ten?" I asked her. She smiled. She was going to get all of these right. She knew a lot about me, but didn't act all obsessive. She wasn't like most girls tat if I picked them to be my partner; the other girls would be trying to kiss me the whole time, or something.

"Ice Cream is cotton candy. My mom used to love that flavor. As for three words tops…cute, sensitive," Miley said. She sounded sad when she mentioned her mom, but perked up when she called me cute and sensitive. What? She had just called me cute. She smiled, her dazzling smile.

"Okay…you got all of those right? Now, what's your full name?" I asked her. She had called me cute. Miley had called me cute. WHY was I getting all worked up over her? I could have asked another girl, and they would have said that I was cute. Why was Miley's answer making my stomach turn?

"Miley Rae Stewart," Miley said, in a sweet tone. I wrote that down, and looked back at her.

"Well, Miss Miley Rae Stewart, do you have any siblings?" I asked. I think I was flirting with her. She giggled, and her cheeks became rosy.

"Yea, an older sibling, Jackson, and he can be VERY protective," Miley said. Then, bit her lower lip. She looked nervous, and cute when she did that.

"Really? Well, I'll keep an eye out for him then. When's your birthday?" I said. I think I was flirting again. I had older brothers; I should ask them for advice.

"November 23, 1992," Miley said, and flashed a smile, again.

"Any quirky habits I should look out for?" I asked. I think I was flirting, again. Shouldn't I know this stuff?

"Not quirky, but I like to think that I can sing, well," Miley confessed after a few moments of silence. She probably can sing well.

"You can sing fine," I said, it just slipped. Now, I sounded like a stalker. Her cheeks became crimson, and I could feel my face heating up.

"Okay," Miley said, just trying to get off the subject. That was AWKWARD!

"Do you play any instruments?" I asked her. She had mentioned playing guitar, but not well.

"Guitar, but I can only play basic stuff. I used to play piano, before my mom passed," Miley said. She was just telling me all this stuff with a person that she didn't even know that well.

"I'm so sorry. But, moving right along. Do you have a Pen Pal?" I asked her, maybe, she would be off, and answer it. I needed to know if this was the girl that I had been mailing letter to, for at least a year.

"Yea, and he's sitting right in front of me," Miley said, and then as soon as she realized what she had said; her hand was over her mouth. I smiled. This was the girl.

"I was just wondering, Miles," I said, using her nickname that she had signed a lot of the letters with. Some of them, I kept. I didn't think it felt right to throw some of them away. Just, then the bell rang. We all gathered up our things.

"What class do you have Nick?" She asked me. We filed out of the room, and into the hallway.

"Science," I said, after looking at my schedule.

"I'll walk you, we're going to the same place, anyway," Miley said. I linked my arm with hers. She didn't pull her arm away, and it was spur of the moment. Maybe, Malibu was going to be okay.

That's a wrap. That's probably the longest chapter that this story will have. Most of it was just fillers, but I don't know. It just came to me. Please review, and if anyone has any ideas as to what the permanent title of this story should be…add it into a review! Thanks!!!

P.S.- If any of the Nick Jonas stuff is wrong, you can blame my cousin Kailee. She told me that this stuff was right, and I trust her.