There Was Always Somebody Else
Author's Notes: I don't own Hannah Montana. This is exactly 100 words (not counting Author's notes and title.)
He left, and now I see, he never really cared. He just cared about himself. He was always blabbing on and on about the movies he's been in and all that nonsense.
Now I realize, there was always somebody else. There was always somebody who hated my relationship with him from the start, somebody who was jealous. Somebody that I could always trust way more than Jake.
Oliver. That's who I really like. I can't believe I never saw it before.
"Oliver," I say.
"Yeah?"
I grab him and kiss him like there's no tomorrow.
"What about Jake?"
"Who's Jake?"
There Was Always Somebody Else
