Miley sat at home after school, flipping through her year book. She smiled when she saw the picture of her in her cat sweater, right next to the one of Ashley and Amber covered in cake. What a birthday. Yearbooks were sacred- the pictures stay forever, and you find everyone you vaguely remember seeing in the hallways and have them write "Don't change and have a good summer.".

Then she came across a picture of Riley Moore, and felt her heart flutter. Riley was one of the cutest boys in school. He was considered off limits to Ashley or Amber because he was a choir geek…but what a perfect match he'd make with Hannah Montana! Unfortunately, though, there was no chance of him asking her to the dance.

"Hey Miley," said Oliver. Miley turned around and saw him walking in. "What's up?"

"Not much," she replied. "Have you asked a girl to the dance yet?"

"Um. No." He said, as he sat down next to her. "Do you have a date yet?"

"Nope," sighed Miley.

"Well…" said Oliver, and soon he started to ramble. "If you don't have a date. And I don't have a date. But we're both going. Maybe we could, like, ride in the same car. Maybe even dance right. I mean probably not but who knows but,"

"Are you asking me to the dance?" Miley couldn't believe her ears! She'd always thought of Oliver as a friend. But he was so sweet sometimes. And lately she couldn't help noticing how cute he looked. They flirted sometimes, but Smokin Oken flirted with everyone. Did he think she was special?

"Kind of, yeah, I guess, maybe." Said Oliver, looking down.

She smiled. "Oliver, I'd love to go to the dance with you. Thanks for thinking of me."

A smile of relief washed over Oliver's face. "OK. Awesome. Well, I gotta go because it's almost time to eat. But Miley?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really excited," he said with a smile, and then he walked out the door.

In walked Jackson. "You're going to the dance with Oken?"

Miley blushed. "Yeah. Shut up."

Jackson burst out laughing. "My little sister has officially fallen for Smokin Oken. I'm so outta here." He left and drove away in his car, probably to go meet his best friend Cooper.

All of a sudden, Jojo's "Baby It's You" started playing. Miley reached into her purse and whipped open her cell- not her Hannah Montana one, her Miley one. "Hello?"

"Um…Miley?" Miley gasped. She couldn't believe it. It was Riley!

"This is her. Whose this?" She tried to sound casual.

"Riley. Riley Moore. From school?"

"Oh, hey! What's up?"

"Look, I'll just say it straight out. I really like you, and I have for a while. I feel totally stupid right now, but will you go to the Spring Fling with me?"

Mliey gasped. "Yes! I would love too!"

"Great. See you tomorrow, I guess. Um. Bye." He hung up.

"I'm going to the daaaaance! I'm going to the dance with Riiiiiiley!" Miley sang as she jumped around her living room. "I'm going to the dance with Riiiley…and…Oliver." She plopped down on her couch and realized she had a huge problem.