Hey everyone. I decided to write another Hannah Montana fanfic. This idea has been floating around my head for a while.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana

Miley's POV

I just got home from the biggest disaster date ever. Ok, second behind the whole Johnny/Rico thing. No, never mind, this was definitely worse! Don't give me that look!

Let's just say the guy I went out with was a complete jerk. He showed up a half-hour late, was completely unapologetic about it, kept flirting with our waitress, and made me walk home alone while he was getting another girl's number. He was the biggest ego-maniac I have ever met, and that's saying a lot considering I know Jake Ryan. I really need to stop dating these guys that are completely wrong for me.

Luckily I already planned on going over to Lilly's house afterwards. No matter how bad a guy ruins my day, my best friend can always cheer me up. Tonight it's just us girls.

Lilly's POV

I was watching TV when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Miley and I couldn't wait to hear about how her date went! I hope it went well because she has had some really bad luck with guys in the past. Conner was nice, and Jake had his occasional moments, but other than that… YOW!!!

I opened the door and I saw Miley who had a couple tears falling down her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and she was looking down at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Oh great, not again! Unfortunately, it looks like Miley's bad luck streak with guys continues.

"Another jerk?" I asked. She just simply nodded.

"I'm sorry to hear that", I say as I hug her. "But there's nothing that a tub of ice cream can't fix".

"Sounds good", she says while picking her head up for the first time.

Honestly, this is starting to get ridiculous. I mean, Miley is such a nice person. Why can't she catch a break with a guy? Seriously, every guy is jerk who is either an ego-maniac, or just likes her because she's Hannah, or some other superficial reason. Isn't there any guy out there that likes her for her?

I head off to the kitchen to retrieve the ice cream when I hear Miley's phone go off. However, it wasn't that weird hillbilly ring-tone that she uses for most people. It was the ring tone she set for Oliver.

"If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

You'd fall in love with

In the end we'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play the happy song…"

After a couple of minutes, I return to the living room to see Miley still chatting with Oliver. The weird thing is that it sounds like they're talking about the date, but Miley doesn't seem upset about it anymore. In fact, she's laughing!

"Yeah I know! That jerk will be more scared than Uncle Earl was when threatened to put him on a diet", she said to him laughing. "Ok well Lilly's back, so I got to go. Good night Oliver".

Hmm… Special ring-tone, uncontrollable laughter after a terrible date. I think I may have found the answer to the whole Miley guy problem.

"Sooooo... I see somebody's in a much better mood after a couple minutes talking to a certain best guy friend", I said.

"Yeah, Oliver was just saying that I should send Roxy after that jerk I went out with. The mental image of him screaming and Roxy taunting him after she has him pinned to the ground was just too funny", she says.

"Reeaaalllyyy!" I say in my high-pitched voice. "Sounds to me like you found a solution to your whole guy problem."

"You mean send him to Roxy?" she asks a bit confused.

"Nooooo. I mean, after a couple minutes talking to donut boy, you're suddenly all smiles again after one of the worst dates of your life", I say.

"I'm not following", she says.

"Ok let's try this approach. Describe your perfect guy", I say.

After a couple seconds of deliberating…

"Well, my perfect guy would have to be cute, funny, sweet, loyal, able to keep my Hannah secret, like me for me", she says. "Also I like a guy who's down to earth and someone who my family would approve of".

She definitely did exactly what I expected out of her. She described Oliver.

"Hmm, does that sound like anyone that we know…perhaps hang-out with?" I ask.

"I wish. The only guy we hang out with is Oliv…" she said then abruptly stopped.

I started smiling the biggest smile ever and Miley's eyes started getting mighty big as she looked at me and realized what I was thinking.

"No no no Lilly! I don't like Oliver like that", she starts to deny.

"Come on Miley, you just described Oliver when I asked for your perfect guy. What part of your description doesn't fit him?" I ask.

"Umm…well…the funny part. You always tell me how his jokes are terrible", she says.

"Yeah I find them stupid. You, on the other hand, usually laugh at them. You found him pretty funny when you last spoke to him a couple minutes ago", I say.

"Well you couldn't be more wrong Lilly. Oliver and I are just friends. We couldn't possibly make a good couple. We're destined to be just friends", she says.

Of course Miley's stubborn and is going to deny everything. Typical Miley Stewart. Don't worry, I have a plan.

"So if you were to… I don't know…pretend date for lets say a week, there's no chance that you two don't develop any non-platonic feelings?" I ask.

"No chance at all", she says.

Ok I have her exactly where I want her now.

"Wanna bet?" I ask.

"Girl-who-says-I-like-Oliver say what?" she asks.

"Wanna bet?" I repeat.

"Why would I bet?" she asks laughing nervously.

"If there's no chance that you two will be anything but friends why not?" I ask. "All you have to do is pretend to date for a week, doing exactly what I say and you win".

"And if I win?" she asks.

"If I win, not only will I never speak of this again, but I will also go on a date with anyone of your choosing. Plus, I promise to stop raiding the Hannah closet without your permission", I say.

"You raid my closet without my permission?" she asks rather angrily.

"That's not important right now. And if I win and you do end up as boyfriend and girlfriend, all you have to do is let me have a dress from the Hannah closet. Pretty simply, don't you think?" I ask.

"I guess, but there's no way Oliver will agree to this", she says.

"Don't worry, just leave donut boy to me", I say.

How was it? Good? Okay? So bad that you want to destroy your computer?

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Also, if you haven't, please take a look at my other recent HM story: Tale of Two Jakes. It hasn't received many views which is quite disappointing.