Hey. This is a new story I've started. I don't like it as much as my first one but I'll post it anyway. It's short , but I will write more soon. Please review and tell me what you think.
Thanks.
Oh and btw I don't own Hannah Montana, I wish I did but I don't.
Lecrazyannex
"Nobody loves the sidekick."
He held her hand. Never did he let go. Alone I stood, jealous I admit, for she had him, not me. He was hers, not mine. He loved her, she loved him and I was just the one in the background. (L)
Miley Stuart. My best friend. We done everything together, spending most our time with each other. I liked Miley. She was nice, caring. Ok, sometimes it did get a wee bit asnnoying having your best friend and international super star, but it had it's ups. I got to go to all her concerts and premiers. I was Lola Lufnagel, Hannah Montana's side kick, we were like partnerns in crime, but I was always the number 2. I was always second. Everyone always liked Miley better, especially Oliver.
Oliver Oken. My other best friend. I had known him since I was 4. We were always friends, right from the day we met. He wasn't like anyone else at my kindergarden. He was nice and caring. Our moms became friends which meant we saw each other a lot. We'd be best friends forever, we knew it. I eventually found myself in love with him, deeply in love. But how could I tell him? It's not something you can just tell your best friend. Well, I guess Oliver was more than a best friend, he was my everything.
But I wasn't his everything, Miley was. Sure, I was his best friend but I wanted to be so much more. I knew Oliver, I understood him. Miley had only just came into our lives, but it was her he wanted. She was pretty, smart, funny, girly, everything I wasn't. Oh and just to remind you, she was Hannah Montana. Miley was the luckiest girl alive and sometimes, i don't think she even realised it. Oliver loved her, not me. No one loves the side kick.
"I love you Oliver," Miley said, as we sat at a table at Rico's.
"Aww, I love you too Miles," he replied.
"I'm so glad we found each other."
"Awww Me too!"
Aww, not me! I hated them being together. It was sickening. Every two minutes, 'I love you',' Aww I love you too',' Awww I love your even more', 'Awwwww'. It was enough to make anyone throw up.
"A year ago just now, who'd of thought we'd be here together?" Miley asked.
Me. I had saw the warnings, the signals. I fell asleep every night dreading the next day incase it was the day Oliver would ask the question. For months I had night mares. In them, I saw Oliver and Miley together, in love. I was worried sick for this day to come. I knew it would, it was bound to happen. And so it did.
Valentines Day. A day for love, or for me, a day to hate. Miley, Oliver and I spent the day down at beach, as best friends do. I did enjoy it but there an awkward tension between us. Something wasn't right. We played around until it got dark and then decided to sit and watch the sun set. We lay on the sand, Miley in the middle.
"This is nice isn't it?" Miley told us.
"Yeah," Oliver replied, I wasn't in the mood to talk. After this, it fell silent.
"Miley?" Oliver asked, "I think I'm in love."
I shot up from where I was lying. Miley calmly stayed where she was.
"Really?," she replied, " I think I might just be too."
"Who with?"
"A secret for a secret?"
They sat up and turned to face each other. I watched in amazement, had they forgotten I was here? "Yeah..." Oliver said.
This was the moment my life changed, all hope I had had disappeared. She leaned over to him and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back.
"Happy Valentines Day Oliver," Miley whispered.
"Happy Valentines Day to you too."
For 6 months, this was all I had. I tried pushing the fact that I was in love with him to the back of my mind. It was bad enough that I was practically being ignored. They didn't care about me anymore. Oliver was being horrible to me, but even with this, I couldn't help being completely in love with him.