Living a double life wasn't that hard, when it had been planned to be only for three years. He had gotten expelled from the preparatory school he lived at for bullying (some kid named Lex and his scholarship-buddy Duncan) and his butler that took care of him ever since his parents died suggested he went to public middle school in California for three years, and then go back to preparatory school. Oliver didn't really want to be known and have lots of people crowding around him or thinking of him as a snob, so he created "Oliver Oken." As Oliver Oken, he had to act clumsy and foolish. That way, no one would ever guess who he really was.

But the thing is, this had started just as just some character….some character that would help him get through until he could go back to school with his rich and popular friends at the preparatory school, but it had became more than that. When he met Lilly and Miley, they had become close, closer than he wanted. But it was impossible to keep distance; to avoid all social contact, because that wasn't really part of his character. He was starting to change, though, to become that sort of character, because no one here knew who he really was. But still, he knew that after this year he would have to leave and go back to being Oliver Queen, C.E.O. in training, full-time, and it pained him that he would have to leave "Oliver Oken" because people cared about "Oliver Oken".

Oliver sighed. At first, he hadn't wanted to train with arrows. He had hated it, when his parents had originally signed him up for the course. They were going on a vacation and he had wanted to go with them instead (he was only around six then). But the plane they were on crashed, and according to the news reports, they died on contact. It was so unfair, but that was life. Sometimes Oliver wondered if the plane was hijacked…..he wondered if someone had purposely set out to kill his mother and father. But then he dismissed the question, because it was crazy. At least his story wasn't as bad as his friend (well, kind-of friend) back at boarding school.

He wasn't a loser, like Lex and Duncan, but he wasn't one of the populars either. He was a loner, and he kept all of his feelings locked up inside a dark, icy wall. He had dark, bushy black hair and cold eyes. Rumor has it, his parents were killed too. Only, more cruelty was involved, because, you see….they were murdered, on a cold, dark, frigid night in the streets just outside of some theatrical production about bats. His name was…..Bruce Wayne.

No one at Oliver's old school knew that he had tried to befriend Bruce, because then they probably would have shunned Oliver. Because, just like they made fun of crazy Lex and poor Duncan, they made fun of Bruce. They taunted him, and played cruel jokes on him. Babyish ones, at first, because, of course, they were only in fifth grade before Oliver had to leave. He had planned to come back, of course, but now only a quarter of him wanted to. A quarter of him loved training with arrows; a quarter of him hated it. A quarter of him was falling in love with the normal life; a quarter of him absolutely loathed and despised it. And, well, a half of him….well, a half of him was completely and entirely undecided.

His phone rang. Reluctantly, he answered. "Hello?" he heard a voice say into the receiver. It was Miley, again. You see, she had a secret identity, too. She was secretly Hannah Montana, teen pop/rock sensation. But that wasn't the same thing as being a billionaire-in-hiding. She probably made a lot of money, but no where near as much as Queen Industries made. And her secret may be big, but Oliver's was a billion times bigger. And Oliver just wasn't quite ready to let Miley in on who he really was.

"Hey, Miley," he said, "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just getting ready for a Hannah thing and Lilly's coming as Lola and we were wondering if you wanted to create a fake identity and come with us."

No way. No way. Two identities were hard enough; three identities would be a disaster; the result could only be impending chaos.

"Um…sorry, I don't think I can," Oliver said. He made sure his voice sounded donut-ish, so it sounded like "Oliver Oken" and no one would suspect he was…well, Oliver Queen.

"Why not? Do you have to go to a lesson again?" Miley teased, but she was only playfully, joking…in a friendly way, you know. But it also sounded like she was pestering him to tell her his secret. He could tell that she had found out that there at least was a secret.

"Wha…what? Oh, of course not," Oliver said.

"Because, you know, it would be okay if you did," Miley said in a friendly yet somehow diva-ish and all bright and cheery-ish voice. Oliver couldn't quite interpret exactly what the tone of her voice was, or what it meant….nor what she really meant.

"You know, Oliver," Miley spoke into the phone when Oliver didn't answer, "It would be okay if you did have a secret….because you know I wouldn't tell anybody…."

Oliver interrupted her. "For the last time, I do NOT have a secret." Maybe he said it a little bit too forcefully; almost in a non-Oliver-Oken-ish manner. But he couldn't unveil his disguise. At least, not yet.

"Okay then, Oliver," Miley said, and she sounded slightly annoyed, but she disguised it well. But Oliver had been trained to pick up the subtle, and to hear the silent. He knew how to disappear and sneak up behind people. He didn't tell anybody, but he was a pretty fast runner, and he could bench-press pretty heavy weights. And, not to mention, he was getting pretty good at throwing arrows……

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Miley and Lilly were sitting in the Hannah closet. There wasn't really a Hannah thing tonight; at least, there hadn't been. Miley had called Oliver to try to find something out. But, he wasn't spilling any secrets. So much for that plan. But, right after Miley slammed the phone back down on the receiver a little too forcefully, the Hannah phone rang. The governor wanted her to meet and sing for a famous General, General Lane.

He didn't live here, but he was visiting Malibu, California, and the governor wanted him to be honored properly, so they were holding a big party for him. Not only celebrities would be there, but other rich snobby people would probably be there too. And Miley Stuart…well, Hannah Montana…..and Lilly Truscott………well, Lola Loftnagle (once Lilly found out about Hannah Montana, she became Lola Loftnagle and joined the singing act and they became like one of those "sister bands" where win sisters or plain sisters sang together, except for the fact that Miley and Lilly weren't sisters but they pretty much acted and felt like sisters….anyways, the point is they both sang, and they planned to create a band name, because it was about time Hannah Montana had a name for a band…they just hadn't came up with a name that was just right yet)…were going to be the entertainment.

It was such short notice, but Miley got ready fast. Miley wore her Hannah wig and a tight sequined purple dress and black fishnet tights and purple ballet flats; Lilly wore her purple Lola wig a black mini-skirt, a sequined gold shirt, black fishnet tights, and gold ballet flats. They were oppositely-coordinated: Miley wore blond hair, Lilly wore an outfit a similar color to Miley's hair; Lilly wore purple hair; Miley wore a purple outfit. Usually, they tried to coordinate their outfits to match, but they didn't always.

"Are you ready, Lilly?" Miley asked.

"Yep. You?" Lilly asked.

"Yep," Miley said, and they walked out of the door and stepped into the limo waiting for them. They were ready to rock tonight….they were ready to meet General Lane and all of the rich snobs that went to the party……….

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