Why did it have to happen to me? Why did he have to have those crayons? Why did I want them so bad. Now im stuck here eleven years later, him on one side and miley on the other. I understand that he is still upset about joanie, but I mean seriously I'm in love with my best friend. God! I admit it, im the most messed up girl ever. Oliver is great and sweet, but is he boyfriend material? I had been denying it ever since Miley suggested it when trying to convince Oliver not to be in love with Hannah.
They don't know how much it hurts when we were trying to set him up with Becca, or when he was sure that Sarah was the one. Or the pain in my stomach when he told Joanie he loved her. I couldn't stop crying.
These thoughts were interrupted by my little sister Carter. "um.. Oliver?"
"yeah Car?"
"could you help me with That Girl? I cant get the bridge right without the guitar."
"Sure."
Oliver head into the other room with Carter and Miley stifled a laugh.
"what?" I asked her.
"Nothing I just think it's s cute that your sister is my opening act and she don't even know it."
"Don't you think you should tell her?"
"Not quite yet."
Then from the other room we heard Carter singing.
"You tell her you love her
my heart breaks but I'll go on
just to see you happy, even with her
cuz I know in the end it will be you and me
and her? she'll be gone"
Where did I know that? Ohmigod!
"CARTER"
I could hear a faint oh crap from the other room.
"you took that from my diary!" I yelled
"um.. yeah. I couldn't think of anything else and it was really poetic." She said innocently. Why did thirteen year olds have to be so puppy like?
"Wait! You wrote that?" asked Oliver
"um… yes" I mumbled.
"its great." He said. And I looked up smiling. Right them his phone beeped signaling a text. He checked his phone and his face lit up.
" I gotta go. Joanie wants to get back together!"
He lept out of the door. Carter looked at me. "are you okay?"
"I've been better"