The Best Of Both Worlds? Maybe!

Chapter 1 - Even Just For A Millisecond

Hello! New writer here on but have been a writer at other websites for years now. I've been itching to write a story lately and decided to go with the classic Hannah Montana plot since of course, we missed those days and why not go through memory lane? It's been so a while since I've written so please excuse how rusty this is and I promise you, I'll become more adjusted to it sooner. Niley has been my favorite pairing so I can't wait to write this story and see what you guys think, feel free to leave me reviews so that I know I'm not the only one reading haha. Other than that, please enjoy the first chapter of The Best of Both Worlds? Maybe! (':

MILEY'S POV

"Before you go, I would like to remind you that next week's test will not be open book, I repeat, NOT open book so make sure to study as it will count 30% of your grade." The teacher announced sternly to the class as the school bell continuously rang in the background yet the students chose to talk among themselves while packing their belongings.

Miley couldn't help but yawn, while trying to cover her mouth at the same time to save her from embarrassment. While trying to shove her binder into her backpack, she rubbed her eyes lightly and tried to pat her cheeks to stay awake. Miley previously spent the whole night performing for her concert, with encores that felt never ending. The girl couldn't bring herself to complain about her exhausted state because she knew what she signed herself up years ago when she debuted as Hannah Montana.

Living a double life as a regular teenage girl by day, and an international pop star by night was a dream come true but of course, it has its cons. Like totally forgetting that she have a test for History next week and all she did the whole lecture was slip into dreamland.

"You know, for once, I actually feel prepared for this test! I pushed my butt off today just to write these notes although I was fighting myself to sleep." Oliver exclaimed with a dashing grin towards Lilly, who rolled her eyes in reply while they strolled over to the brunette who could barely keep herself awake.

"You may be fighting yourself to sleep but Miley on the other hand..." Lilly eyed her best friend with a tilted head, "already lost."

Miley groaned in reply, slinging her backpack to one of her arms after zipping it tightly. "Why did I think it was a good idea to do more than one encore last night? I shouldn't have had that coffee backstage, I knew it was going to hit me sooner!" She let out a loud sigh as she started to trudge towards the classroom door into the hallways. Lilly and Oliver, who were walking by her side on opposite ends did nothing but pat her back in comfort and shake their heads jokingly as the trio's arms were linked.

"Look on the bright side!" Oliver began his sentence in a sing song tone. Miley turns to him for hope and replies, "What bright side?" No words escaped his lips but instead, a sheepish expression. "... I tried." In return, the guilty boy received wacks from his friends as Miley glared at him.

"Ignore Oliver! You just need to focus on getting a decent grade for the test then you can sleep till your heart desires." Lilly smiled at her, giving her thumbs up in hopes for motivation. She was right. Miley cannot afford to fail another test in History, especially when she already heard enough of her dad's lectures from the previous test. Just the memory from the event was enough to leave the girl to shudder.

It was now time for lunch and to their surprise, no tables were vacant except for the table that was nicknamed as the 'Loser' table by the infamous Amber and Ashley. While the trio made their way to the unwanted seats, they were stopped by the devils themselves. "Oh look! The three Musketeers are heading to their designated table, at least you remembered where you belong." Amber cockily said with a small smirk and her arms crossed. "Oh my gosh, that was so smart! Because there's three of them!" Ashley gasped surprisingly as she noticed her wit, clapping in reply.