This is the official word from the mouth of old Truscott- I'm sadly smitten by the donut. Why sadly, you may wonder. Well, it's not as if I can help it. It's disgusting. The donut is a person I've known all my life. He's my best friend. But alas! What can I do? Destiny has played a very cruel trick on me. The hand of fate has made a whole new perspective for me now. A whole new dimension to look at. To look from. Confusing, isn't it? Allow me to explain.

The donut apparently and unfortunately happens to be the very person I hate and like most in this universe. Wretchedly, it's Oliver Oken. The pure, original donut. The complete idiot who has me in his inexorable trap without even his knowing it. The clueless idiot. The ironical divine intervention of mine. Who would ever imagine, who would even dare to dream that Lilly, of all people, actually cared to glance at him more than once? Never in anyone's wildest imagination, let alone, the donut's, would that ever happen. I mean, why me? Why should I go all crazy when someone even mentions the donut? And yet why do I take such pleasure in ticking him off? Aargh!!! Ah well. On with the dialogues.

My other best friend, Miley Stewart slash Hannah Montana and I were hanging out at Rico's Surf Shop, licking on our favourite Vanilla Wonder sundaes.

"You know, actually, I don't think straight hair suits me," Miley was murmuring to herself, and there I was sitting beside her, poor me, almost nodding off. Straight hair or curly, the main point was to have hair, wasn't it? What difference did it make, anyway? Girls!

Wait a minute. I'm a girl. Right? So how come I don't care? Weird me.

And Miley continued, "You know...it's really time to change my Hannah wig's colour...don't you think so, Lilly?"

I started. "Oh. Yeah...Sure..." I mumbled stupidly. Brainless me.

And then came the thunderbolt. Who else but the wicked, the cruel donut walked towards us ever so amiably, and clumsy me, I dropped my sundae on the sand.

"My sundae!" I wailed. Nobody save me even glanced at the poor frozen beauty, lying on the ground, layered with sand.

"Hi guys," greeted the donut, a.k.a Oliver Oken a.k.a my best friend.

"Hey Oliver," came a fuzzy mutter from Miley, who was too immersed in her own beauty to even look up.

Gawky me, on the other hand, I just replied as chirpily as I can, "Hey donut!" and got a punch on my back in return. Some gratitude.

"Heard the new scoop? Amber is actually transferring from Malibu High School!" Oliver said in a constrained voice, apparently trying to control his joy.

That finally made Miley look up and both of us squealed a "What?!", jumping up in glee. Finally some good news. Ah.

Oliver grinned. "It's true, ladies!"

"Oliver! Where did you get this news from?!" Miley asked eagerly.

"Oh I have my sources," he replied smugly.

I rolled my eyes. Of course Oliver was pulling our legs. "Shut up, donut. You made this up, didn't you?" I snapped.

My idiot looked dismayed. "Lilly! It wouldn't have killed you to play along for some more time!" he grumbled and gave me another punch.

Miley's face fell. "Oliver, you liar! For a moment I felt so happy!" I laughed out loud. Not because I found anything funny. But because my doofus did not even know how to spin the simplest yarn. Poor thing.

And then I blurted out the weirdest thing a Truscott could ever say - an advice! "Tricking someone is an art. You need to master it." When did I ever advise someone, least of all Oliver?! It was me who needed advice, wasn't it?

"Thanks a lot, I needed that," he sneered with sarcasm. The bulb.

"Hey, I heard that Travis actually swallowed a cockroach," said Miley, referring to our daredevil classmate.

And my donut went on a rant about Travis The Cockroach Eater.

And I listened.

Not really.

I gazed.

Wondering why on earth do I like such an idiot so much.

Wondering what on earth made me fall for my best friend, the donut.

My destiny, I guess.