I know you got the Hummer for the summer, baby

"At last!" I sighed, as I collapsed into Oliver's car. It's still quite hard to believe that Oliver was the first one of us to get a car, especially seeing as Miley is actually a rich pop star. I mean, you'd think that the one with the most money, got the car first, right? It's only logical.

I'd called shotgun, and so Miley sat in the back. "Summer. Finally."

"Am I the only one that isn't looking forward to this summer vacation?" Oliver asked, getting into the car next to me.

I snapped my head to the side to look at him, then at Miley - who was looking equally as shocked - and then back at Oliver again. "What?"

"How can you not be looking forward to summer vacation?" Miley asked. "I love summer vacation."

I nodded my agreement.

"It isn't that I'm not looking forward to it, its that I know it's going to be the same as all other vacations," Oliver explained, and started up the car.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah Oliver. Eight weeks of no school, great waves, and a best friend to drive you everywhere. How will we survive?"

"I am not driving you everywhere," Oliver warned.

"Well, if you'd let me drive the car, then I'd drive you," I defended.

"If I let you drive the car, it wouldn't be a car for much longer," Oliver retorted.

"Was that a slam at my driving?" I don't see how Oliver can even insinuate that I'm a bad driver, when we both passed our tests first time.

Oliver winced. "Don't use the word 'slam' when talking about your driving, Lilly. It could mean bad karma or something."

"Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam," I said, leaning back and folding my arms.

It wasn't that we were fighting. We weren't. I don't think me and Oliver have had a proper fight in a while. Sometimes we have this verbal 'fight', that to anybody else would appear as an argument, but it isn't.

"Will you both just button it?" Miley asked. Needless to say, she gets annoyed when these verbal 'fights' begin. "Put on a decent radio station."

Oliver shook his head. "No way. It stays on this station."

"Oliver, you have a bad taste in music," I piped up, and then at Miley's glare hurriedly finished. "Except when you liked Hannah Montana. Obviously."

"It stays on this station," Oliver repeated.

I leaned forward, and reached for the button that changed the station. "Just let me -"

Oliver hit my hand away. "It stays, on this station."

Miley sighed. "Jeez, put on another record, will'ya?"

"Oliver, just let me change the station," I said, putting my hand forward again. Instead of merely hitting it away, he grabbed it, and held on. "Um... ouch much?"

"Keep your hands off the radio," he said, looking in my eyes, and speaking in his best 'threatening' voice.

I just stared back, willing my brain to think of some witty comeback. And I just knew that I'd be at home later, eating or something, and an amazingly brilliant line would come to me, and I'd wish to God that I'd thought of it earlier.

"Or what Captain Smokin'?" Miley laughed.

Oliver dropped my hand, and turned back to the road. I continued watching him for a few more seconds, and then turned round to face Miley. "I think we angered him."

She laughed. "I think we did."

"What is with this music though?" I asked her, and wrinkled my nose.

Miley shrugged. "I think my dad listens to it."

"Mine too," I agreed. "When he's in his 80s mood."

"Lilly, my dad is always in his 80s mood. The man thinks it's still the 80s," Miley stated, and I laughed. Miley's dad was cool,even if he was in a different era.

Oliver hadn't taken his gaze from the road, and I playfully poked him in the side. "Ollie, you okay?"

"Yeah. Just... concentrating on the road..." He turned right, and I saw he was taking us to Miley's house. Figures. We spent more time there than we did at mine and Oliver's put together.

"Don't concentrate too hard, boy," Miley giggled. "You might hurt yourself."

Oliver smiled painfully and nodded. "Thank you for that helpful input Miley."

"Wow. Sarcasm. You sure you're okay Oliver?" I asked, leaning forward to see his face. Not that you can see much of his face; his hair covers most of it. Miley's told him a thousand times that he should get it cut, but I don't think he'd be Oliver with short hair. I mean, obviously there was a time when I knew him and he had short hair. But I can't quite picture it now.

"I'm fine," he insisted, and I turned to Miley, who shrugged.

"Okay then," I said, and the rest of the drive - which was about thirty seconds - was done in silence.

When he stopped in front of Miley's house, and we all got out, he turned to us and smiled. "So, official beginning of summer vacation? How do we spend it?"

"No idea," I confessed. "I feel like we ought to do something, but nothing seems to be worth doing."

A cell phone went off, and I immediately recognised it as the Hannah Phone. A few years ago, this would have had me begging to answer it, but now I felt it was best left to Miley. She handled it better than I did anyway.

"Hello?" Miley flipped the phone open, and put one finger in her other ear so that she could hear better.

"Who d'you think it is?" I asked Oliver. We always did this: when the Hannah Phone rung, it was almost guaranteed to be somebody famous.

Oliver smiled. "Kelly. Clarkson. Doesn't she have a new album coming out soon?"

"Possibly." I thought for a minute. "Ooh! Or Hilary Duff! She has a new movie coming out in a few weeks, and Hannah could have scored tickets to the premiere!"

"Or it could be that girl that Hannah is friends with..." Oliver tried to remember her name.

"Traci," I filled in for him. "Or it could just be Jake..."

Miley had told Jake her true identity by mistake... well, she hadn't even told him. She'd been talking about how hard it was being Hannah Montana, and living two lives, and Jake had been standing right behind her. And don't believe her when she says that I did not try to warn her. We need a new signal.

"Sure! Can I bring two friends?" Miley gushed down the phone.

I turned to Oliver. "Looks like we're in!"

"Well we may not want to be in," Oliver replied. "It could be something so boring, that she needs us there for... not falling asleep support."

I rolled my eyes, as Miley hung up, and turned to us.

"You guys okay to come to a huge celebrity party tonight?" she asked. As if she had to.

I looked at Oliver, and he looked back. "Of course!"

So, what do you guys think? It's my first time writing for a Hannah Montana category; usually I'm an avid Phil of the Future writer, but I just started writing this, and it seemed cool. So... tell me if you think I should continue with this!