I'd Lie About Our Song

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"So Miley, what is this event again?" I asked while playing with my Iphone.

Miley and Lilly groaned again, and continued to rummage Hannah's closet for their outfits.

"For the last time, Oliver, it's an awards show for teen musicians! Geez, could the boy get anymore annoying?" I heard Miley mutter. Lilly snickered.

"Who's going?"

"Aarghh! Apparently, yes." I could just tell Miley rolled her eyes.

"Forget it, Oliver. Just be Mike by 6."

I shrugged my shoulders even though the girls couldn't see me. I stood from the chair I sat on and plopped down on Miley's bed, face down.

"OMG! Miley I can't wait to see what Joe will be wearing! I'll bet he'll look sooo cute!" Lilly gushed. Miley squealed and softly bit her lower lip.

"I can't wait to see Nick!"

See, after the incident with Milo and Otis, Miley and Lilly told the Jonas brothers about their double life, a month ago. Lilly and Joe instantly clicked since both were characteristically funny and adventurous plus they seemed to have similar interests. They had been dating for 2 weeks and a half now. Nick instantly fell for Miley, seeing as he was already into Hannah.

I grumbled into Miley's pillow and honestly said some unflattering things. Now, I wasn't really fond of the idea of Miley dat- and Lilly, dating the famous brothers but alas I couldn't say anything about it. If I did, I risked Miley….and Lilly finding out my secret.

Man, when is the average guy gonna win? Why does she have to date the guys that are 'special': pretty boys, actors and now musicians? Stupid hormones…

"Hey I'm gonna go do some stuff so I'll meet up with you girls, ten til 6, ok?"

The girls just grunted softly in response and continued to look through the clothes.

Shaking my head, I walked out of the room somewhat annoyed.

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Man this event crap is super boring! Miley and Lilly are all other their Jonas bros. and I don't have a date. I would've asked someone only I don't know too many girls that I can trust to a Hannah thing. I walked around the building where the event was taking place. There was really nothing to do and this goatee is starting to itch really bad!

I kept walking until I found the men's room where I pulled off the Mike Standley the III disguise. It wouldn't be a problem if I was just Oliver, right?

I stuffed the disguise into the trash minus the shades and walked out. As soon as I opened the door, however, I bumped into someone, knocking them over.

"I'm so sorry!" I bent down to pick up my victim, and I found myself looking into the most gorgeous blue eyes.

"It's ok. I wasn't looking where I was going." The beautiful blonde laughed softly, just like an angel.

I smiled at her awkwardly and pulled her up. Wait a minute; I think I've seen her before….

She was so pretty…Yeah, I just said pretty… her hair was in curls and the little black dress clung to her perfectly curvy body…

"Excuse me?" I snapped out of my trance when I realized I was staring.

"I'm sorry! I'm Oliver Oken!" I'm so sure I blushed a tomato red right now.

She giggled. "Well Mr. Oken, what do you do?" I noticed she had an accent to her amazing voice. Then I realized I had no idea what she was talking about. I must've looked like a complete idiot.

She smiled, "I mean what brings you to this event?"

"The limo. Hannah Montana's limo!" I babbled, feeling my face burning.

She laughed heartily. "I mean, I'm a fan turned friend of Hannah's and…she invited me to come with her and her friend Lola!"

"Ah, so you're part of the Montana posse. That's nice. I'm a fan of hers. She's really nice."

I nodded, feeling my mouth running dry. She looked at her watch, "Well Oliver, I'm sorry but I've got to go. I'll see you around I hope."

She smiled sweetly at me. "Yeah, yeah. Sure!"

She giggled once more, "Well see ya Oliver. It was nice meeting you!" And with that she walked down the hall.

I waved goodbye and watched her leave. Suddenly, I realized something.

"Wait!" I called out. "What's your name?"

She turned around, "Taylor. Taylor Swift." She smiled and then turned the corner.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open.