Oliver – 12am.
Her face is tearing holes in me.
These pictures on my wall of Hannah Montana – teen icon, pop superstar, the only girl I've ever loved. Hannah Montana, my friend. Just plain old Miley with a wig. And yet I love her. I love Miley. I watch her pretty face drown as my eyes fill up with tears.
I cry because I know I can never be with her.
I cry because I know I am in love with her.
I cry because I know that she'll never know how I truly feel.
She's so beautiful. A framed picture of Lilly, Miley and I that was taken earlier this year sit's upon my dresser, staring at me, mocking me. That picture was taken on the happiest day of my life. My two best friends and I, soaking up the freedom you can only experience from being a teenager. It's such a simple picture, and I think that is why I love it most.
It was taken on the beach, just barely into the ocean we were. We were running through the waves, kicking up as much water as we could, I was between them, holding each of their hands, and we were running together, as best friends should. We ran until we were knee-deep in water, that was when we realized that we couldn't run anymore.
Miley was determined to keep on running; I remember Lilly and I were trying not to laugh as she was attempting to still kick the water up. After a few seconds of snail pace running, Miley fell flat on her face. Lilly and I rushed to help her up, and on our way tripped and fell too. We were in hysterics. Nobody could steal that moment between us and the ocean, not even God.
Now almost a year has passed, Hannah Montana is more famous than ever and we cannot do simple things like that anymore. Miley is always busy. I know that by being Hannah Montana there comes commitments, but all I want is to spend quality time with my two best friends. A man could ask for a lot more; I could ask for a Hollywood Mansion, I could ask to meet stars, and I could ask for Miley to love me… But im not asking for all that, I just want Miley to be around sometimes...
Miley – 4pm
Boy, it's hard being Hannah Montana sometimes. Sweet nibblits, Lilly is pulling that face again. How can she expect me to blow off the biggest party of the year to spend "quality time" with Oliver and her? I know she misses me, and I miss her too, but c'mon! Biggest party of the year, people!
She know's I'll eventually give in, so I just dismiss her for now so I can address the press.
They're getting vicious these days, last time Lilly and I were together one of the photographers tried to pull off Lilly's wig. If we were exposed on national television, I don't know what I'd do. Tonight they're just asking the usual, who do I think is the cutest Hollywood star and such. A lot of questions about my recent tour, in which Jake Ryan guest starred. Who would of guessed that the boy could dance? The tour sold out straight away of course, and as I suspected once I had finished my closing number with Jake by my side the crowd were begging for us to kiss. He pecked me on the cheek, and I have never seen that many camera flashes in my life, the crowd were loving it.
Of course, I don't particularly love Jake. We have set aside our differences, and we know our common ground. After we broke up the first time it was really messy for a while, but we are back on track and happy for the world to see. He's a good boy, Mom would have loved him. It's hard though, dating a television star. We don't get to see each other very often, and I think we might break up again soon, but for now were a couple. It's good for publicity; we even have our own nickname "Jannah". It's kinda lame, but oh well, probably not as bad as "Brangelina".
I'm meeting with Jake tonight, which is good because it is the first time I will have seen him since the tour. We are more like friends nowadays, we don't kiss often and if we do it is mostly on the cheek. He doesn't really fancy me anymore, and neither do I fancy him. I actually think he might have a thing for Lilly, which is great because although she's always tried to hide it she really never did stop crushing on him.
The other day Lilly asked me to picture myself with Oliver. My first reaction was that Lilly has lost the plot, and my second was surprise. I was surprised that I actually could see myself with "Smokin' Oken" Oliver. It had never occurred to me, but we actually would make a good couple. We have similar interests, we know each other inside out, and we trust each other. He's not exactly my perfect eye-candy and I doubt I'm his but mentally, we'd be perfect together. But there is no point in even thinking about this. Oliver never would consider me that way, and if I ever told him that I did he'd laugh at me. I'd be absolutely humiliated. I asked him when he found out that I was Hannah Montana if he liked me, and he told me flat-out NO. So there is my answer, I should stop daydreaming about my life with Oliver and focus back on Jake, maybe there is still hope for "Jannah"?