Hey ya'll! This is just a two shot that I've thought of so here is the first half.
Disclaimer: I so do not own Hannah Montana!
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"That's great!" Miley cried enthusiastically over the phone to her best friend Lilly who was being overdramatic about a run-in with Matt, her latest crush." You're going to the skate park now? Me, you and Oliver were supposed to be heading to the beach today- you know Hannah needs a tan … Lola does too! Yes, I have heard how cute Matt is, you scream it every time you see me. You made Jackson fall off his chair yesterday remember? … So you're leaving me alone with doughnut boy? I'm outside his house now…" Miley just rolled her eyes even though her best friend couldn't see," Yeah Lilly have fun with Matt we can manage without the drama queen for a couple of hours…" she smiled," I love you too Lilly! Don't forget to come to the beach later and tell me all of the details!" Miley playfully sighed down the phone as Lilly shrieked in excitement and she opened the gate to Oliver's house and walked to the door." I know you owe me Truscott … I'm keeping count! Yes Matt is perfect for you so go wow him with your grind … Lilly how can I see your hair? Besides, aren't you wearing a helmet? It's supposed to be a skate park not a fashion show! Paris Hilton won't be strutting down a ramp now will she?" she knocked on Oliver's door," Try the strawberry one, you know the one we got at the mall half price last week? The one Amber and Ashley won't admit they bought even though we saw then practically laying on the counter for it." She blew a bubble with her gum," Lilly are you even going to go on this date? I hope you realize you're cutting into my tan time – Hi Mrs. Oken." She addressed the woman who had just opened the door," I gotta go Lilly, good luck skater girl … yes that outfit does look great on you… No the black ones … ok bye." And with that she finally hung up.
Mrs. Oken smiled and welcomed her in," Morning Miley, Oliver should still be in bed if you want to go up and wake him. That boy can sleep through anything!"
"I hear that!"
"Come down for some pots and pans if he's dead to the world after you've tipped a bucked of water on him." Mrs. Oken winked and she went back to her laundry as Miley grinned.
She was a regular at the Oken household; she was considered part of the family now with the amount of time she spent with both Oliver and Lilly.
She gave a yawn of her own (she too wasn't a morning person) and started to walk up the stairs but stopped on the hallway.
It had just occurred to her she had never been in Oliver's room before. Whenever her and Lilly came over it was always the TV room they hung out in … or the attic and the more she thought about it the more curious she was to what her best friend's room looked like.
Knowing Oliver it was probably decorated around the theme of food or the beach or … what else did he like apart from girls?
She highly doubted his mom would let him have a room that resembled something out of 'cribs' no matter how many bribes he had shoved in her face. He went through a phase where he wanted to be a surf God... until he broke his wrist on the board trying to show her how he could ride a wave. He went through an edgy/punk stage around the time she was crushing on Dex and a very Hollywood, movie fanatic type phase when she was crushing on Jake Ryan. He even tried out for the football team the time she was crushing on Johnny… Now she was weirdly excited to see his room!
She and Lilly practically lived in the Hannah closet but Oliver insisted on chillaxing in her room itself for some unknown reason. He would always smile as he walked in like he was enjoying his own little secret. No amount of pestering or teasing or Lilly's threats could make him spill what that little smile was for so Miley had gave up trying to ask even though she could imagine it in her mind right now … Oliver laying on her bed with an arm over Beary, lost in his thoughts .. If that boy had a brain to have thoughts.
She knocked gently on the door,"Smokin' Oken wakey, wakey."
No answer.
"Come on sleeping beauty you can break your wrist again trying to ride a wave ... think of all the girls on the beach!"
Still no answer.
"Yo, Oken get your butt out of bed you lazy doughnut! Do you want me to stay looking like a milk bottle?"
Now she was getting annoyed.
"You better be wearing pajamas," she warned,"I'm coming in!" and with that she shoved open his door expecting to see him half hung off the bed, his mouth open, making music from his snores, however, what she didn't expect to see was something that made her mouth drop.
Oliver wasn't in his room, she registered that much but her brain was too busy trying to process what she was gazing upon, and her hand hovered in mid-air as she stood at the doorway.
Every single inch of the walls, surfaces or solid anything was covered with posters, magazine clippings and computer print-outs of Hannah Montana.
Every photo shoot she had ever done was looking back at her, knowing something that she was obviously missing. Every Hannah held a secret … Oliver's secret … He even had a Hannah Montana quilt and pillow!
It was like looking in a shop full of memorabilia all lovingly taken care of and in the best condition possible with not a speck of dust on any of the pictures as though it would disintegrate if it did.
If she hadn't rechecked the sign on Oliver's door she would have guessed this was some crazy fans grotto.
What in the name of uncle Earl was going on? Miley had told him she was Hannah over a year go and nothing had suggested he was still this … obsessed.
"Sweet Niblets!" Miley gasped as she observed the posters closest to her. That photo shoot was only taken last week and was only available for viewing on her official website!
Hannah was everywhere, on the front of every magazine stacked in the corner, the screensaver on his computer, in a frame on the wall blowing a kiss at the camera …
What was she meant to think? She wandered around in blatant disbelief touching occasional merchandise as though checking it wasn't an illusion or she wasn't just crazy and hallucinating because she had too much loco hot cocoa. Now she knew why she had never stepped foot in Oliver's room before … Lilly couldn't' have known about this, that girl could not keep a secret.
What did this mean? Was Oliver still in love with Hannah Montana even though he knew it was Miley? Was his obsession so bad that even though she had revealed her true identity he hadn't been able to stop liking Hannah?
Did she have a best friend who was heading for the psycho ward or was she just never supposed to see this room?
Confused, she sat on the edge of his bed, twirling her hair loosely around her fingers in deep, deep thought.
Her attention was suddenly caught by the largest portrait above his bed and what held her focus was the fact it wasn't Hannah.
It was of Miley.
Both her and Oliver were in the picture after Lilly had threatened them with 6am wake-up calls for the whole summer vacation… something that would have killed them both.
Miley was in a bikini top, Oliver was shirtless, they were at the beach (like almost everyday) and she had her arms wrapped tightly around him, their cheeks touching and he was returning the hug with a delighted open mouthed smile as she too grinned and both seemed, however cheesy it sounds, to radiate an aura of happiness.
"What the heck is going on in here? It's like 8th grade all over again!" she asked herself aloud, trying to make some sense of her peculiar discovery.
The more she looked the more she saw pictures of her with brown hair, sometimes with Lilly, sometimes with the owner of this shrine and some on her own.
As she moved to identify a Hannah Montana signed CD (he had jokingly asked for it for his birthday along with a large supply of candy) her hand nudged a thick book titled Oken's Journal (Diary had been crossed out)
Miley shook her head," I can't read his diary …" Sure it might explain the reason behind this décor but … it just wasn't right. She deserved answers though right? It was within reach and she could find out the purpose of this whole mess before it got any dirtier …. So tempting yet so wrong to invade something as personal as his thoughts.
Lilly sneaked glances at her diary all the time. Every time she slept over she would make it her mission to find it and write little comments in the margin.
Naturally, Miley wanted to hear an explanation and her self restraint was ebbing away … Dang it she had the willpower of Lilly in a store that sold Italian boots.
Oh who was she kidding, the diary was calling out to her!
It was already bookmarked on the latest entry which was conveniently yesterday.
To Journal,
I can't take this torture anymore! The worst part is she doesn't even know she's doing it and everyday it gets harder and harder to keep it a secret. She's my best friend … There are rules about stuff like this. I shouldn't find her as sexy as hell or dreamily stare at her when she innocently sunbathes in that bikini that makes me lose the little resistance I have left so it's a challenge not to jump her right then and there. Why me? Why am I the one who has fallen for my best friend? In movies it always happens like this but I thought I would be safer in reality... Once again I turn out wrong. Everything she does, the little things she isn't aware of makes me like her even more. The way she twirls her hair around her finger, pretends to laugh at my jokes, talks with a hint of her southern twang, the way her eyes shine that secretive blue … What is wrong with me? I've come to the conclusion I am not in the right state of mind as I can't stop thinking about her. I've had this knot in my stomach for over a year and it refuses to go away, instead whenever I see her it keeps getting tighter so I get a lump in my throat and my mouth goes all dry and wild birds peck at my insides. Lilly would say I'm whipped. My room is getting ridiculous. Hannah was my first crush but now all I can see is the girl beneath the wig. I'll have to make a start on clearing all my HM stuff out so I don't look like some crazy stalker plus, if anyone saw it I would have to transfer schools. I changed for her, countless times. Dex was a rebel, I became edgy, Jake was a movie star, I became Hollywood material, Johnny was athletic I worked out until I was so sore I couldn't move … I thought she wanted all of those things. Why can't I have feelings for someone like Becca? My life would be so much simpler. I have to pretend that every time she grabs my hand it doesn't hurt when she lets go or every time she gives me a friendly hug I want to tell her that she's the most special girl in the world and to never leave me. I know what you're thinking journal; these are some deep emotions that I didn't know I was capable of until I met her. Lilly would have a field day if she got her thieving hands on this which is why I'm building my own underground pit to hide this in.
I want her so bad … I'm just the lovable doughnut she teases and doesn't know how badly I ache and put on an act to keep her in my life because no doubt she would flee the country if she found out the things I thought about her.
Why can't you see, Miley Hope Stewart, I'm completely in love with you?
Shocked was an understatement. Paralyzed with the inability to form coherent thoughts could describe better what she was feeling.
Oliver Oscar Oken, her, up until just now, best guy friend, loved her? How had she not seen this? How could she not have known? She spent everyday with him and she hadn't realized all of this was bottled up inside him only to be released on paper!
Once upon a time, back when she was new in Malibu she had thought him cute in a dorky kind of way but as she got to know him, pushed the thoughts right out of her head because she wasn't meant to notice that about her best friend.
"Say what!" Miley exclaimed as she flipped through the rest of his diary, butterflies erupting in her stomach.
"Gorgeous / Special / Beautiful / unique / Sweet / Cute / Funny / Enticing / Alluring / Desirable…"
Oliver knew all of these words? He was getting a C- in English! Had he searched trough the encyclopedia because there was no way he could think of all that stuff off the top of his head. Yet again he was full of surprises and now unpredictability.
All this time she hadn't seen what was right in front of her. He ached for her? "Hotter than Global Warming" she checked the diary again," Just thinking about her has made me need a cold shower."
Did it suddenly become unbearably hot in here?
"Wow!" was the only coherent word she could think of. Maybe she was the one who needed the encyclopedia. Reading his private thoughts and looking at all of the pictures had stirred feelings inside of her she didn't know she had. That was the reason he went through those phases? Because he thought it was what she wanted in a guy? No one had ever done anything so sweet for her before, not even Jake Ryan but she didn't even notice what Oliver had sacrificed … she hadn't even considered the possibility he could have a crush on her. Love? He loved her!
Did she like Oliver?
"Miley?"
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