Dance, Ollie, Dance!

Miley's Point of View

This is definitely the weirdest day of my life. Yeah, yeah, I know I've had weird days before. Like when I had to dress up in a moose costume. Or when I did the 'Bone Dance'. Or even when I smashed a 'facial wash' pie into my face to hide my alter ego. Ahh, the banana cream goodness. Almost as good as daddy's chocolate chip pancakes in the morning! I'm getting off topic, sorry! Today, I discovered my best friend had fallen for somebody unexpected. Very unexpected, trust me! It turns out my best guy friend can dance. Really good! As good as the Hannah Montana dancers. In fact, that's what he became. And on top of that, I think I'm in love. Me, Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana? Fall in love? I'm only fifteen for cryin' out loud! Well, let me take you back to earlier in the day, where all of this starts.

Third Person Point of View

Miley Stewart woke at 10:23 a.m. on a Saturday to hear her name being called.

"Miley Stewart, get your butt down here right now! It's after ten in the morning!"

It was her dad yelling up the stairs. She could easily recognize the country accent anywhere at any time. Even when she was half asleep.

Miley untangled herself from the blankets with difficulty. She swung her feet over the bed and stood up, legs feeling like Jello. She yawned on her way to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and walked into her closet. Her Hannah Montana closet. "Hmm, what should I wear?" she asked Beary the Bear, her stuffed animal. She didn't expect a response, so she picked out an aqua tank top, a pair of cut-offs, and flip flops with rhinestones.

Miley lazily made her way down the stairs after putting on a bit of makeup. "Finally," her dad muttered as she entered the kitchen of their Malibu home.

"Sorry daddy," Miley smiled, as she hugged her dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "What's for breakfast?" Robbie Ray pointed to the counter where he had left her some pancakes and syrup. "Thanks dad! What would I do without you?"

She heard her dad murmer something about always sleeping in late, but she shrugged it off and started on her breakfast.

As she started into her first bit of pancake-y goodness, she heard a loud voice shout from the door, "LILLY ALERT, LILLY ALERT!" Miley turned and saw her best friend, Lilly Truscott riding in the house on a skateboard. Their other best friend, Oliver Oken, followed closely behind, but on foot.

Oliver seemed out of breath. "Lilly," he panted, "Why do you have to go so fast?? I'm only human!"

"You are?" Lilly replied sarcastically, "I thought you were a dog." She giggled, and made her way over to Miley. "ARE YOU READYYYY?" she yelled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, keep your voice down, girl! And what are you talking about?"

"Miley, don't you remember? Today's the contest at the beach for the dance-off! It's going to be hilarious to see the bad dancers! Like on that show, So You Think You Can Dance! And then it'll be cool to see who's actually a good dancer in Malibu!" Lilly sounded very pumped up.

Miley smirked. "Are you going to enter?"

"Haha, very funny," Lilly replied. "Why don't we get Ollie here to enter? Now that would be a sight to see." The two girls were now both laughing hysterically at the thought of Oliver getting up on stage, dancing.

Oliver, who had been staring at a sandwich that was sitting on the table, looked up at the sound of laughter. "What are you two laughing about?"

"Oh," said Miley between giggles, "Just... girl stuff,"

"Then leave me out of it," Oliver said, then went back to staring at the sandwich. He was going to make a grab for it when Miley's brother, Jackson stepped into the room.

"Oh no you don't, Oken!"

"What?" said Oliver, immediately taking his hands and gaze away from the sandwich.

"You know what," said Jackson. He gestured to the three of them. "Don't y'all have to be somewhere?"

"Yeah, you know, we do," Miley retorted. "We'll just leave early so you and your heavenly sandwich can have some alone time and make out."

Jackson seemed to have no comeback, so the three best friends walked out of the door and headed to the beach.