AN-Well, I said that Lilly's Diary would probably have a sequel, didn't I? And here it is. Oh, and just so you know, this story is going to be a lot more drama than romance and fluff. And it probably won't be much longer than Lilly's Diary. Well, with that said, please review! And I hope you like it.

Disclaimer-I don't own Hannah Montana and blah, blah, blah...

Chapter 1: The Journal

Oliver's POV:

My life was perfect. Perfect girlfriend, perfect friends, but especially perfect girlfriend. Because my girlfriend was Lilly Truscott. And no girl is more perfect for me than Lilly.

But then I found the journal. That one little book that a twelve and thirteen year old me wrote in. And it shook up everything.

And mostly, it was my fault. I should have known that I should never keep something big from Lilly. Because anytime I ever kept something from her, she either found out and got mad at me or found out and got hurt. Unfortunately in the case, it was the second one.

And it all started when I found the journal in a box filled with my old toys and stuff.

It was stuffed in the attic back behind a bunch or old stuff.

My mom dug it out while she was cleaning the attic and she gave it to me to look through.

So I sat down on my bed and started digging through my life in a box.

Ok, so it wasn't quite like that. But in a way it was.

Everything in that box was like a remainder of who I used to be. And a few things were like bridges to who I am. Like the journal. It was a little bit of the old me and a little bit of who I am now.

I found it at the very bottom of the box. It had my name written across the front, but by the handwriting, it looked like I wrote it when I was ten.

When I opened it though, I found out that I didn't started writing in it until I was twelve. Right after Lilly and I met Miley.

I started reading, and when I reached the middle of the journal, I saw the thing that screwed up everything. The thing I'd actually forgotten about. But there it was in black and white. Or blue and white because most of my pens have blue ink.

And I remembered as I read the words I wrote when I was twelve that I used to have a huge crush on Miley and one day it turned it something I never expected.