New Girl On the Block-A HM Fanfic by Miley_Montana_Gal

[Miley_Montana_Gal]

Here I go. I don't feel like telling you what happens hehe it's a surprise. and i don't know either...this is a dif format than i normally write in.

Miley stared out the window. It was completely black outside. She was stuck inside for the whole day, due to severe thunderstorms. The power was out, and Lily's cell phone had been dropped in the toilet (Just like Lily, thought Miley), so there was no way of contacting her best friend. And Oliver--Miley shivered. She didn't want to think about Oliver. He'd totally ditched them lately for some new popstar who'd arrived at their school. But it was odd. The day she came, the power had gone out...It was as though she controlled the bad stuff. "Well, that would fit," Miley said to herself, "'cause the kinds of song she sings are all about like, dying and killing and goth and ska and other stuff...She's like Hannah's total opposite. She's even worse than MIKAYLA! If that's possible."
There was a knock on the door and her father, Robby Ray entered. "Hey, Miles. Want to go do something? I can get MTV on my cell phone, if you want."
"No, Daddy, I'm okay. Could you get Oliver back on your cell phone?" Miley asked, heaving a heavy sigh.
"Um...Does Oliver have a transporter cable sticking out of his back? I wonder how much that would cost..."
"Daddy! This is NOT funny."
"Okay, okay. I'm leaving now."
He left. Miley sighed again when suddenly, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she said drearily. It was Disastrous, the new popstar.
"Hi, Hannah. Guess what?"
Miley wanted to say, "I don't like you," but knew she couldn't. So instead, she perked up as much as possible and said, "What?"
"I have a new boyfriend. And he's not famous."
Miley froze. She slowly said into her phone's speaker, "Who. Is. It."
"His name's Oliver Oken, and he sure is SMOKIN."
Miley dropped the phone and screamed.
"OLIVER'S MINE!" she screamed into the receiver, and hung up.

[HannahMontanaFan9463]

this is good! continue!

[Miley_Montana_Gal]

Previously on New Girl On The Block/LOVE TRIANGES...
Miley stared out the window. It was completely black outside. She was stuck inside for the whole day, due to severe thunderstorms. The power was out, and Lily's cell phone had been dropped in the toilet (Just like Lily, thought Miley), so there was no way of contacting her best friend. And Oliver--Miley shivered. She didn't want to think about Oliver. He'd totally ditched them lately for some new popstar who'd arrived at their school. But it was odd. The day she came, the power had gone out...It was as though she controlled the bad stuff. "Well, that would fit," Miley said to herself, "'cause the kinds of song she sings are all about like, dying and killing and goth and ska and other stuff...She's like Hannah's total opposite. She's even worse than MIKAYLA! If that's possible."
There was a knock on the door and her father, Robby Ray entered. "Hey, Miles. Want to go do something? I can get MTV on my cell phone, if you want."
"No, Daddy, I'm okay. Could you get Oliver back on your cell phone?" Miley asked, heaving a heavy sigh.
"Um...Does Oliver have a transporter cable sticking out of his back? I wonder how much that would cost..."
"Daddy! This is NOT funny."
"Okay, okay. I'm leaving now."
He left. Miley sighed again when suddenly, her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she said drearily. It was Disastrous, the new popstar.
"Hi, Hannah. Guess what?"
Miley wanted to say, "I don't like you," but knew she couldn't. So instead, she perked up as much as possible and said, "What?"
"I have a new boyfriend. And he's not famous."
Miley froze. She slowly said into her phone's speaker, "Who. Is. It."
"His name's Oliver Oken, and he sure is SMOKIN."
Miley dropped the phone and screamed.
"OLIVER'S MINE!" she screamed into the receiver, and hung up.

Miley couldn't believe she'd said that. She'd never liked Oliver in that way. Ever. But now that some other competition had snatched him from her, it wasn't like she had all the time in the world. She'd just realized that Oliver was really cute, and she should've acted while she could've...But she hadn't. There was one good thing, though. Oliver didn't know she was Hannah Montana.
Bold means notes from me, Miley_Montana_Gal: In this, nobody except Lily, Jackson, and Robby Ray know she's Hannah. So Oliver is completely clueless.
Maybe he'll fall for Hannah, Miley thought. Even though he would never fall for Miley...

Into Oliver's mind...

Why, WHY, WHHHHYYYY didn't I ask Miley out when I had the chance!? Now I'm so confused. Do I like Disastrous, or do I like Miley??? Help me! I mean, Disastrous is a celebrity, and sure has boosted up my richness, popularity, and everything else...But she doesn't really pay attention to me. Miley, on the other hand, is gorgeous, isn't gothic, not that there's anything wrong with it, and likes me for me...And I like her for her...Maybe I should date Miley...No...It's too late. I blew it. It's over.

Back to Miley...

Miley wept for her loss. Lily called after she'd been crying for an hour (the power had finally switched back on), and demanded to know why she was sobbing. Miley told her it was a boy. Only Miley knew she liked Oliver. Nobody else. No Lily, no Robby Ray, and definitely no Jackson. She didn't want to let it go. It was bottled up inside and she was never letting go.
Lily called again, and this time Miley wiped her eyes and slowly flipped open her phone.
"Hey, Lil."
"Miley, what's going on with you?! This can NOT be some regular guy. It has to be somebody you've loved since you were in, like, KINDERGARTEN or something. Spill."
"Lily...I can't..."
"Miley, tell me now or I'll never bother talking to you again."
"I like Oliver. No, I love Oliver. I can't get my mind off of him."
The phone went dead. Miley, puzzled, dialed and Lily picked up.
"GO AWAY AND STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN!!!"
Just as Lily hung up, Miley received another call. It was Disastrous.
"Hannah, I have a new crush!"
Miley hopefully said, "Who? You mean you broke up with Oliver?"
"No. I like him too. But I like this guy as well."
"You are CHEATING on OLIVER?"
"Ah, it's not like it matters. So...anyways..."
Miley hung up and cried some more. Then, she thought, Wait, so me and Lily like Oliver, who likes Disastrous, who likes this other guy, who most likely doesn't like her back?
Miley decided to talk to this new guy. So she texted Disastrous, got the digits, and called.
"Hey, it's Hannah Montana," she said when a cute-sounding male voice hung up.
"Oh, my gosh. I love you."
Thinking she dialed a fan's number, Miley almost hung up.
"No, no, wait! I'm not a fan. I'm Devon Carter...You know, that new star of Middle School Musical? Yeah...Well, I've had a crush on you forever...Will you go out with me?
Miley gasped silently and, while snapping her phone shut, thought, So me and Lily like Oliver, who likes Disastrous, who likes this "Devon Carter" dude, who likes Hannah, who likes Oliver, who likes Disastrous, and, well, so on...STUPID HIGH SCHOOL LOVE!

[♥Candi♥]

Awsome!!!

Keep going!!!

I love it!!

-BEST WISHES-

[xoxo Babii xoxo]

go margo!
this rocks

[Miley_Montana_Gal]

Previously on NGOtB/LT!
Miley couldn't believe she'd said that. She'd never liked Oliver in that way. Ever. But now that some other competition had snatched him from her, it wasn't like she had all the time in the world. She'd just realized that Oliver was really cute, and she should've acted while she could've...But she hadn't. There was one good thing, though. Oliver didn't know she was Hannah Montana.
Bold means notes from me, Miley_Montana_Gal: In this, nobody except Lily, Jackson, and Robby Ray know she's Hannah. So Oliver is completely clueless.
Maybe he'll fall for Hannah, Miley thought. Even though he would never fall for Miley...

Into Oliver's mind...

Why, WHY, WHHHHYYYY didn't I ask Miley out when I had the chance!? Now I'm so confused. Do I like Disastrous, or do I like Miley??? Help me! I mean, Disastrous is a celebrity, and sure has boosted up my richness, popularity, and everything else...But she doesn't really pay attention to me. Miley, on the other hand, is gorgeous, isn't gothic, not that there's anything wrong with it, and likes me for me...And I like her for her...Maybe I should date Miley...No...It's too late. I blew it. It's over.

Back to Miley...

Miley wept for her loss. Lily called after she'd been crying for an hour (the power had finally switched back on), and demanded to know why she was sobbing. Miley told her it was a boy. Only Miley knew she liked Oliver. Nobody else. No Lily, no Robby Ray, and definitely no Jackson. She didn't want to let it go. It was bottled up inside and she was never letting go.
Lily called again, and this time Miley wiped her eyes and slowly flipped open her phone.
"Hey, Lil."
"Miley, what's going on with you?! This can NOT be some regular guy. It has to be somebody you've loved since you were in, like, KINDERGARTEN or something. Spill."
"Lily...I can't..."
"Miley, tell me now or I'll never bother talking to you again."
"I like Oliver. No, I love Oliver. I can't get my mind off of him."
The phone went dead. Miley, puzzled, dialed and Lily picked up.
"GO AWAY AND STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN!!!"
Just as Lily hung up, Miley received another call. It was Disastrous.
"Hannah, I have a new crush!"
Miley hopefully said, "Who? You mean you broke up with Oliver?"
"No. I like him too. But I like this guy as well."
"You are CHEATING on OLIVER?"
"Ah, it's not like it matters. So...anyways..."
Miley hung up and cried some more. Then, she thought, Wait, so me and Lily like Oliver, who likes Disastrous, who likes this other guy, who most likely doesn't like her back?
Miley decided to talk to this new guy. So she texted Disastrous, got the digits, and called.
"Hey, it's Hannah Montana," she said when a cute-sounding male voice hung up.
"Oh, my gosh. I love you."
Thinking she dialed a fan's number, Miley almost hung up.
"No, no, wait! I'm not a fan. I'm Devon Carter...You know, that new star of Middle School Musical? Yeah...Well, I've had a crush on you forever...Will you go out with me?
Miley gasped silently and, while snapping her phone shut, thought, So me and Lily like Oliver, who likes Disastrous, who likes this "Devon Carter" dude, who likes Hannah, who likes Oliver, who likes Disastrous, and, well, so on...STUPID HIGH SCHOOL LOVE!

Miley still had no clue what to do about this totally confusing love triangle...Who cared about Devon and Disastrous...It was she, Lily, and Oliver she was worried about. Just then, her cell phone started vibrating, signaling a new text message. Miley begrudgingly flipped open her phone only to see the number had been blocked. So she didn't know who it was. Just what I need. Another misterious texter. It's not as though the first one ruined my life, or anything, Miley thought, referring to Rico, when she'd thought he found out her biggest secret.
The text message read:
-Miley-
Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
They are both lovely,
And so are you.
-Your Secret Admirer-
<3<3<3<3<3<3
Miley chucked the phone onto her bed and screamed.
"Oh, great, another person to add to the love triangle!" she yelled as the phone began vibrating again.
-Miley-
If you feel the same way,
Just say it's okay,
For me to take you to the dance,
This is my last chance!
-YSA (Your Secret Admirer)
"This guy's rhymes are totally corny," Miley said meanly. She wasn't going to answer this guy. Not yet. But then, of course, a brilliant plan seemed to drop out of the sky and hit her on the head. "That's it!" she screamed triumphantly, snatching up her thankfully not broken phone and mashing the reply button with her thumb. As fast as light, she typed back:
I'd LOVE to go to the dance with you.
Pick me up at my house at seven, this Friday.
-Miley-
Miley then gave her home phone number and address to the stranger, then called Disastrous.
"I know this AWESOME dance you can take Oliver to! Devon Carter's going to be there!" she said excitedly.
"Okay, when? I can make him jealous of me and Ollie."
So Miley told her the day of the dance and what time and where.
"A school dance? A public school dance? Oh, well...I guess every place needs a bit of celebrity."
"Yeah, it's just, I promised my cousin Miley I'd go there for a bit. I just wanted another celebrity there to hang with me!"
"Well, okay, I'll go. See you Friday at eight!"
Miley hung up and quickly punched in Devon's phone number.
"Devon? It's Hannah Montana. Want to go to a dance with me?"
And that was that. So now, Miley was going to the dance with a secret admirer, while Disastrous was going with Oliver, wanting to make Devon, who was going with Hannah, jealous, when all along, Miley really wanted Oliver.
Miley wondered how she was going to pull off being Miley with her secret admirer and Hannah with some other demanding guy...Oh, well. I mean, come on, she's MILEY STEWART. She could pull off anything.
"Incoming," she said as another few vibrates from her phone signaled multiple text messages.
The first one was from YSA.
-Miley-
I'll give you a hint about my identity,
As you can plainly see,
I'm not ordinary,
Oh, no, hehe.
For all you see,
I'm truly me.
-YSA-
"Okay, that has got to be the WORST rhyme on the planet of WORST RHYMES. I mean, COME ON. And that doesn't give me anything about him except he's not ordinary. What guy is?"
Miley angrily sent back to him,
-YSA-
No offense, but that makes ZIPEROONI sense to me.
Could you puhleezzzz make a bit more???
Please?
Here are some things I want to know:
What color is your hair?
What color are your eyes?
Do you go to my school?
Are you tall, short, or average?
Have you dated before?
What makes you not-so-ordinary?
If you could answer those, that'd be great.
-Miley-
Then she turned her attention to the next text. It was from Devon.
I look forward to dancing with you, honey.
Miley quickly pressed delete and tried to press the delete button in her memory. She shuddered. "Ew."
The last one was from Oliver.
So you invited me and Disastrous to the high school dance? How nice of you. Us two'll have a great time. Who are you going with?
Miley realized he was trying to make her angry (Or maybe jealous, Miley thought hopefully), so she angrily answered:
FYI-I happen to be going with the cutest, tallest, dreamiest boy in the whole world. So ha.
Then, a respond from YSA was in her inbox.
-Miley-
The answers to all of those questions will be known...
Friday at seven.
Sorry, my sweet, to keep you waiting.
-YSA-
"Gag me with a stick," Miley said. "'My sweet'? Totally old fashioned. Miley decided not to do anything about this one and turned her attention to the new message from Oliver.
Oh yeah? Then what's his name.
Miley snapped her phone shut, screamed, and then held down the end button, turning her phone off. She'd had enough. So she slinked off to the Hannah Closet and logged onto AIM. A million IMs came up.
One from Lily read:
HOW COULD YOU?
One from Disastrous (this was her Hannah/Miley screename) read:
What are you wearing to the dance?
One from Devon read:
Oh, I can't wait to boogie with the princess of pop...
One from Oliver (Miley held her breath) read:
...
Miley frowned. Oliver didn't know what to say. He had IMed her for half her life, telling her interesting news, or a random fact (like did you know bear wrestling is outlawed in Alabama?), but this time, nothing.
Miley felt a tear roll down her cheek.
And, without thinking, she quickly typed to Oliver:
I love you.

[xoxo Babii xoxo]

AHH!
LOVE IT!

more.

[HannahMontanaFan9463]

please continue!!!!!!!!!

[HannahMontanaX3]

more please

[MileyWorld__Girl_05]

WHAT?! You're keeping me in suspense here!! This is really good, so PLEASE continue soon!!!

[iamsassy15]

all i have 2 say is wow. write more!

[Miley_Montana_Gal]

Previously...*Sorry for the wait*Miley still had no clue what to do about this totally confusing love triangle...Who cared about Devon and Disastrous...It was she, Lily, and Oliver she was worried about. Just then, her cell phone started vibrating, signaling a new text message. Miley begrudgingly flipped open her phone only to see the number had been blocked. So she didn't know who it was. Just what I need. Another misterious texter. It's not as though the first one ruined my life, or anything, Miley thought, referring to Rico, when she'd thought he found out her biggest secret.
The text message read:
-Miley-
Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
They are both lovely,
And so are you.
-Your Secret Admirer-
<3<3<3<3<3<3
Miley chucked the phone onto her bed and screamed.
"Oh, great, another person to add to the love triangle!" she yelled as the phone began vibrating again.
-Miley-
If you feel the same way,
Just say it's okay,
For me to take you to the dance,
This is my last chance!
-YSA (Your Secret Admirer)
"This guy's rhymes are totally corny," Miley said meanly. She wasn't going to answer this guy. Not yet. But then, of course, a brilliant plan seemed to drop out of the sky and hit her on the head. "That's it!" she screamed triumphantly, snatching up her thankfully not broken phone and mashing the reply button with her thumb. As fast as light, she typed back:
I'd LOVE to go to the dance with you.
Pick me up at my house at seven, this Friday.
-Miley-
Miley then gave her home phone number and address to the stranger, then called Disastrous.
"I know this AWESOME dance you can take Oliver to! Devon Carter's going to be there!" she said excitedly.
"Okay, when? I can make him jealous of me and Ollie."
So Miley told her the day of the dance and what time and where.
"A school dance? A public school dance? Oh, well...I guess every place needs a bit of celebrity."
"Yeah, it's just, I promised my cousin Miley I'd go there for a bit. I just wanted another celebrity there to hang with me!"
"Well, okay, I'll go. See you Friday at eight!"
Miley hung up and quickly punched in Devon's phone number.
"Devon? It's Hannah Montana. Want to go to a dance with me?"
And that was that. So now, Miley was going to the dance with a secret admirer, while Disastrous was going with Oliver, wanting to make Devon, who was going with Hannah, jealous, when all along, Miley really wanted Oliver.
Miley wondered how she was going to pull off being Miley with her secret admirer and Hannah with some other demanding guy...Oh, well. I mean, come on, she's MILEY STEWART. She could pull off anything.
"Incoming," she said as another few vibrates from her phone signaled multiple text messages.
The first one was from YSA.
-Miley-
I'll give you a hint about my identity,
As you can plainly see,
I'm not ordinary,
Oh, no, hehe.
For all you see,
I'm truly me.
-YSA-
"Okay, that has got to be the WORST rhyme on the planet of WORST RHYMES. I mean, COME ON. And that doesn't give me anything about him except he's not ordinary. What guy is?"
Miley angrily sent back to him,
-YSA-
No offense, but that makes ZIPEROONI sense to me.
Could you puhleezzzz make a bit more???
Please?
Here are some things I want to know:
What color is your hair?
What color are your eyes?
Do you go to my school?
Are you tall, short, or average?
Have you dated before?
What makes you not-so-ordinary?
If you could answer those, that'd be great.
-Miley-
Then she turned her attention to the next text. It was from Devon.
I look forward to dancing with you, honey.
Miley quickly pressed delete and tried to press the delete button in her memory. She shuddered. "Ew."
The last one was from Oliver.
So you invited me and Disastrous to the high school dance? How nice of you. Us two'll have a great time. Who are you going with?
Miley realized he was trying to make her angry (Or maybe jealous, Miley thought hopefully), so she angrily answered:
FYI-I happen to be going with the cutest, tallest, dreamiest boy in the whole world. So ha.
Then, a respond from YSA was in her inbox.
-Miley-
The answers to all of those questions will be known...
Friday at seven.
Sorry, my sweet, to keep you waiting.
-YSA-
"Gag me with a stick," Miley said. "'My sweet'? Totally old fashioned. Miley decided not to do anything about this one and turned her attention to the new message from Oliver.
Oh yeah? Then what's his name.
Miley snapped her phone shut, screamed, and then held down the end button, turning her phone off. She'd had enough. So she slinked off to the Hannah Closet and logged onto AIM. A million IMs came up.
One from Lily read:
HOW COULD YOU?
One from Disastrous (this was her Hannah/Miley screename) read:
What are you wearing to the dance?
One from Devon read:
Oh, I can't wait to boogie with the princess of pop...
One from Oliver (Miley held her breath) read:
...
Miley frowned. Oliver didn't know what to say. He had IMed her for half her life, telling her interesting news, or a random fact (like did you know bear wrestling is outlawed in Alabama?), but this time, nothing.
Miley felt a tear roll down her cheek.
And, without thinking, she quickly typed to Oliver:
I love you.

Suddenly, a noticed popped up, notifying Miley that Oliver had signed off. She pounded the desk with her hand hard and cried.
Disastrous was IMing her like crazy, dishing out all the juicy details. "Yeah, Ollie says this one girl..." or "...and then she..." or "...and then he...".
Then her cell phone rang.
It was Oliver.
Miley picked up the phone, trembling.
"Hello?"
"I love you, too."

SORRY IT'S SOO DANG SHORT! I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WAITING, SO SORRY!!!! I just needed some place to put suspense.

[Miley_Montana_Gal]

Sorry...this was a double post. Delete mod, please!

[HannahMontanaFan9463]

its okay! just continue asap!!!