Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

The next day I actually woke up on time and made my way to school. Oliver didn't pick me up this time. I decided to skate. Again, love the skating. At school, there was the usual morning routine. Meet Oliver, Lockers, books, cigarettes, then class. I survived through the first half okay, and then lunch came. I could practically hear my stomach screaming in joy.

I sat at our usual table, just looking around. Amber and Ashley come in, give me nasty looks, to which I grin and wink, and they shudder visibly and sit with the popular kids. Soon Oliver sat beside me with a whole box of pizza. I grabbed a slice and started to look around again. Lily walked in, she didn't even look around this time, and made a beeline for our table. Good sign? I wondered.

"Hey Oliver." Her voice was calm. Oh I get it. Damn him. But then she sat across from and her eyes clouded. "…and Miley."

"Hey." I answered as nicely as I could, receiving an odd look from Oliver. "So Oliver, I was thinking about a new hairstyle…"

Lily reached over and took a slice of pizza hesitantly, and Oliver waved her on.

"Short? Color? Style? Details, sweetie!"

"One, never call me sweetie. Two, you're getting gayer by the second, and three, I was thinking layers. Black on top, blue on bottom?"

Oliver grinned and nodded in approval. Lily's face was confused. Lovely.

"That sounds good. Very…punk rock chic. Much like your outfit today."

"Wow. Gay overload, much? Fuck, have you been watching Queer Eye again?" Oliver grinned goofily and gave a thumbs up. I swear, if he gets hooked on that again and makes me watch that fucking marathon again, I'll kill him. No…no joking this time. My outfit did look very punk rock today though. Plaid Bermudas with black straps. White tee with black suspenders. Plus an assortment of bracelets, belts, etc.

"My outfit is sexy, isn't it?" I grinned, and looked directly at Lily when I said this. Oliver gave me another thumbs up and went back to inhaling his food. Lily coughed and spluttered, her face turning beet red.

I turned all my attention to her, raising an eyebrow. "You okay there, new girl?"

She nodded quickly and took a large sip of her drink. I looked to Oliver. He had a weird expression on his face. Oh shit. That means. No. Not an idea. Damnit, when is he going to learn.

"What is it Oliver?"

He winked at me. Oh man, not good. I'm screwed. Looking at Lily, he toned down his mischievous expression.

"You wanna hang out with us tonight?"

Damn you, Oliver! Tonight's fucki-

"It's movie night. And it's at Miley's house, so it shouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. What do you think, Miles, should she come?"

I stared at him, wanting so bad right now to rip his wind pipe out and beat him with it. Then I grinned. This could work… "Yea, sure…That way you can get to know us better.."

Lily stared, "Yea..I'll ask my mom.."

Whatever Oliver was planning seemed pretty damn good now.

After school, I cornered Oliver. "What the hell?!"

"Chica! Chica! Calme, por favor!"

"Don't speak Spanish at me!"

Oliver laughed. He knew foreign languages frustrated me. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I was just trying to get you two closer together. So you can find out why the hell's she so scared of you. And let's face it. You need to get laid."

"Yeayea, what's the real reason?"

"I'm bringing Jake, of course. If I have a date, you should, too."

"A date, Oliver? You're fucking stupid." I stared at him, then sighed. "Whatever, just…don't get man sex juices all over my house. It's a bitch to clean."

A/n: Sorry it took a day or two. / But here's chappie number five. I rather like this one, too. Oh and..Miley and Oliver's relationship is sort of based around me and my best guy friend's relationship. Lesbian + gay guy dynamic duo.