Lilly's POV

As I open the back door for the group of over excited teenagers there's a lot of cheerful smiles. "Thank you for the fun ride Ms. Lilly" One of the girls tells me, I think her name is Jenny.

"Ugh, kid you're making me sound older than I am. Just call me Lilly."

"Sorry," She blushes. "It's just I didn't think that would work." I helped her with a little problem concerning one of the boys.

"I'm guessing it did from all the noise I heard earlier." I smile.

"Yeah it did. I have no idea how to thank you."

"Hey Jenny! We're gonna leave you behind if you don't hurry up!" One of her friends calls out to her.

"Oh, I know." Jenny opens her purse and takes out a hundred dollar bill. "Here, take it."

"That's too much money for me to take." I say a bit unsurely.

"After what you helped me with, I should be giving you more. Please take it." She grabs my one of my gloved hands and places the bill in my palm.

"Um, thanks." I pocket the money and she starts walking over to her friends.

While looking at then enter the building I can't help but remember my high school days, seems like it was only yesterday I was hangin' with my best bud' Oliver at the skate park…

Oh, right maybe I should introduce myself. The name's Lillian Truscott, Lilly to my friends. I'm 21 years old and I live in L.A, California. Not the fanciest place in the world but I'm still alive, so I'm not complaining. My job is driving around the rich and famous and the occasional high schoolers to where they need to be.

If you still don't get it, I'm a limo driver, Oliver got me the job (how he got the it is beyond me). Not the best in the world but it's fun and sometimes I get free stuff from the celebs I drive around. Unlike most people, I don't get star struck, that's why I get the free swag, not to mention I'm a very good driver.

Honestly though, I still don't get why people get all hung up over celebrities, they're just people with money. I've met plenty of people with more talent in their finger compared to some of the 'actors' I've driven around….Crap.

I got too much into my rant to realize what time it was. Great, it's already freakin' ten o'clock. I'm supposed to pick up New York in like fifteen minutes, and it's a thirty minute drive. Damn, last time I drove her, we got into an all out war over something completely stupid, I think it was over why there wasn't any champagne in the mini-fridge in the back of the limo. I was very tempted to spit in her face (I mostly wanted to do it to see what would happen), but I didn't feel like being fired any time soon.

This is one of the times I'm happy this suit makes me look like a guy, just slap a fake mustache on me and call me Lyle!

Don't get me wrong, I'm hot with a capital 'H'. It's just with the hat and my hair being tucked in it, I look like a feminine guy.

Well, better get going.

Hannah's POV

"Daddy, when did ya say the limo was gettin' here?!" I ask my dad from my room.

"It should'a been here an hour ago!" He answers me.

I really gotta tell him to look for a new limo driver. I bet ya anythin' it's the same guy from before. I think his last name was Oken, or somethin'. He kept callin' himself 'Smoken Oken'. He seriously would not stop trying to hit on me. It was cute the first couple of times but after a while it got kinda old.

Oh right, ya probably wanna know who I am. I'm 20 years old, my name's Hannah Montana, no not really, it's Miley Stewart to those I can trust and call my friends. I bet ya wanna know what that means? Ya see I live a double life. One as the real me, the normal college student Miley Stewart, and my pop star alter ego, Hannah Montana. It's kinda hard to juggle sometimes, but it works. I live in Malibu, California. It's really beautiful here, the white sandy beaches, the clothes, oh and all of the hot eye candy of course… Sweet Niblets, I'm gonna be late!

I start running down the stairs, which is kinda hard considering I'm wearing heels. "Daddy, is it here yet?"

He looks at me from over his book. "Not yet Bud."

"Daddy, after this party, ya seriously gotta get me a new limo driver, this guy's always late and he hits on me every chance he gets." I tell him, hopefully he heard the "he hits on me" part.

He lets out a small laugh and says, "Alright Miles, I'll see what I can do."

HONK HONK

"Finally! I'll see ya later Daddy!" I give him kiss on the cheek and head for the door.

"I want you back here by twelve young lady!" I hear him say on my way out.

Yup, I was right, it is Oken. Well hopefully he doesn't hit on me again. I hate firing people, makes me feel bad, but it has to be done (jeez, dramatic much Stewart?)

A/N: Short first chapter but most of them are. Critisize away yo!