Here you go. Chapter dos. I know, not much Moliver action in here yet, ew, I meant that in the least perverted way possible, but anyway, I promise, you'll get your fluff soon enough. Haha. I rhymed. Sorry, I just woke up, I'm a little ditzy. Enough of that, just read, review...enjoy. xD

Oliver walked onto the football field, going to join the other members of the team. Normally, this time of year, he made up excuses to ditch the tryouts, but this year he was interested in seeing if a certain brown-haired girl would show her face. As he took his place in the stands, many of his teammates stared at him, slightly shocked.

"Am I losing it, or did Smokin' Oken actually show up for tryouts this year?" Roger Davis, the captain of the team, asked, holding a hand up to his heart in fake surprise.

"Oh, you're hilarious," Oliver said, "It just so happens, I care very deeply about these tryouts."

"Which is why you've missed them the past two years, right?" Roger said.

Oliver ignored this comment, and concentrated on the field as tons of boys started lining up in front of them. That was the thing. They were all boys. He was wasting his whole day at stupid tryouts waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up anyway. What was he even thinking? She couldn't have been serious about going out for the team.

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Meanwhile, just on the other side of the locker room building, stood Miley and Lilly. Miley was shaking nervously, and Lilly was trying to calm her.

"Miles, come on, it's not that bad," she said, patting her best friend's shoulder, "If anything, you'll at least meet some cute guys, or," she got a devious look in her eye, "Spend some prime time with Oken."

Miley instantly turned red at the mention of Oliver.

"Lilly, you're not helping," she said, still shaking.

"Just come on," Lilly said, grabbing Miley's arm and dragging her towards the field.

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Oliver looked up in time to see Miley being dragged onto the football field, obviously extremely nervous, by an annoyed Lilly. He smirked to himself as he watched her look at the guys at the tryouts, while she realized she was the only girl there. Lilly gave her a thumbs up, and plopped herself down on the stands, taking out a celebrity gossip magazine. Miley took her place on the far right end of the line of bulky boys, remaining completely silent.

Oliver snuck around the back of the lineup and whispered in Miley's ear, "So, decided to show up, huh Stewart?"

She jumped violently and spun around, her nervous expression turning to anger.

"Of course I showed up, I said I was trying out, so that's what I'm gonna do," she said fiercely.

"Oh and the fact that you're shaking like you're in below zero whether is just your way of being prepared, right?" he said, and stalked off back towards the stands before she could reply.

A whistle blew and everyone turned to face Coach Hendricks, who had just walked onto the field.

"Alright, listen up ladies," he addressed the lineup of guys, "We're gonna run through some quick drills today, and see who can make it to day two of tryouts. Now, what I want to say to you before we start is- Stewart, what the heck are you doing here?" He stopped dead and front of Miley, "This ain't cheerleader tryouts."

"I know that coach," Miley said, her confidence suddenly rising, "I wanna try out for the football team."

Everyone on the field was suddenly staring at her. Even Lilly had looked up from her magazine to see what was going on.

Coach Hendricks stared at her a moment, then...started laughing. She looked at him like he was crazy, while he doubled over, laughing hystarically.

"That's good Stewart," he said wiping his eyes, and looking back up at her, "You're a real laugh. Girls...on my team..."

Miley couldn't believe it. Was he seriously being that sexist? She looked around and saw everyone else on the field laughing too. Except one person: Oliver. She was dumbstruck. This was his perfect chance to laugh her right off the field, and he was just sitting there, staring at her. He looked almost...sorry. He then seemed to realize what was going on, and joined in the laughter like everyone else, until the coach blew his whistle and silenced them. He opened his mouth to speak, but Miley beat him to it.

"Okay listen," she said, her temper rising, "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't play football, in fact, yesterday at the park, one of the actual team members told me I tackled better than half of your stupid team. So why don't you all just save it for the field, because that's where I'll be doing my talking."

The team's faces of amusement quickly turned to shock. But no one challenged her. They just continued with the tryouts.

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After the first day of tryouts were over, Miley had succeeded at falling on her face doing push-ups, almost dislocating her shoulder running at the freaky stuffed dummies, and tripping half the other people trying out by falling down while they were doing laps. Long story short, she was not going to the second day of tryouts.

She sat on the stands getting a pep talk (and an ice pack) from Lilly.

"Why?" she kept repeating, "Why did I even think I could make this time? I'm the clumsiest person in this whole school."

"Cmon on Miley, you didn't do that bad," Lilly reassured her.

"You're right, she did worse."

The both turned to the side to see a grinning Oliver sit next to them.

"Come over to rub it in, huh Oken?" Miley asked, moving her ice pack from her neck to her knee.

"Actually, I came over to tell you you're on the team, but if I'm not welcome here..." He got up to leave.

"Annoying hard-headed footbal jerk say what?" Miley asked, shocked.

He turned around and smirked at her. "I said you're on the team. Geez, what are you uncordinated and deaf?" He sat down next to her and took her ice pack, tossing it in the air.

Miley was so shocked at this information, she forgot to be mad at him. "Really?" she asked brightly. But her mood fell as soon as it came, "Wait what about the rest of the tryouts..?"

"Oh um, well, Coach said...you dont need them...he wants you on the team, now."

Miley looked at him strangley. There was something he wasn't telling her, but she wouldnt worry about that later, right now she was just happy she didnt humiliate herself for nothing. She jumped up and started dancing and squeeling happily. Then she stopped and suddenly her eyes widened in realization.

"I'm on the football team."

I wonder how she got on the team if she performed so badly...well I don't wonder, you should be the one wondering. I already know why. I also wonder who will help her with the whole football thing...okay I'll stop hinting now. Just review. :