A/N Hi I really like this story and the outline for it is really long which means this story will probably be pretty long. If you don't like long stories then at least you can't say I didn't warn you!

Hi. I'm Lilly Truscott, and I'm in love with my best friend. Shoot me now. I can't really say when it all began, I mean I'd liked him for a long time. As I'm writing this, I'm trying to pinpoint the exact time when my feelings changed from like to love. I think it was a gradual change. The reason I can't find the exact time when I fell in love with him is because such a time never existed. It just sort of…happened.

Not only that, but I'm trying hard to remember how things were before I was in love with him. It is now that I'm realizing that I can't. Maybe I've always loved him, and it just took me a while to realize it. Anyway, no matter how, when, or why, the simple truth remains; I am in love with Oliver Oken.

I'm trying to go to sleep now, but of course I can't. He haunts me even in my dreams, a flash of shaggy brown hair here, a pair of deep brown eyes there. My mind is like a slideshow on crack, the photos are going by at super speeds. All of them depict the same sad-eyed youth. As I see his eyes before mine (If only in my dreams) my own eyes sadden. I can't bear to see him like this. You see, Oliver's eyes weren't always sad. They used to be more like shining brown beacons then deep brown wells. I used to be able to find a hint of gold in them on those rare occasions that we looked into each other's eyes, but not anymore. She did this to him. I want to hate her so much, but I can't. After all, no matter what she does or to who she does it, there will always be a space in my heart for Miley Stuart, and that my friends is what we call unconditional love.

"Ugh I hate Jake soooo much! Can you believe him? I mean, you would think that if he knew he was going to leave he wouldn't have kissed me, you know? I mean, who wouldn't do that its common courtesy! Oh, wait, I know who wouldn't do that. Jake Ryan! Ugh I hate him!" Miley yelled. Miley was rambling on about Jake again and how much she 'hated' him. It got really annoying after a while but it didn't matter because I wasn't listening. I was looking at him.

There he was walking towards us as always. He had on a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned white collared short sleeve shirt with a long black long sleeved shirt underneath that said 'Rico's' on it in light blue letters. He looked incredible. I looked him up and down more time and felt something on the corner of my mouth. I wiped it away with my finger and looked at it with disgust and shock.

"My god I'm drooling!" I said softly.

"What was that Lilly?" Miley asked, breaking off from her tirade and looking my way.

"I said…So what's the ruling?...About… this Friday… you know. Are we going to the beach or doing movie night?" I said giggling nervously while marveling first at my stupidity for saying that aloud and then at my genius for thinking of such a good cover up, all while wondering if she'd but it. She did.

"I say we go to the beach! Oh! How about we invite Oliver? I know it's supposed to be Miley-Lilly time but I don't like leaving him out," Miley said with a slight whine in her voice and a pout on her lips, neither of which was necessary. She, of course, did not know this.

"Sure sounds great I don't mind whatever makes you happy!" I said a little too eagerly and enthusiastically with a smile on my face that was just a little bit too big for Miley's liking. She looked at me suspiciously, with her brow furrowed and one eyebrow raised.



"Are you all right Lilly? You sure are acting weird," Miley asked with genuine concern (but her eyebrow was still raised I should add).

"Yah. I'm perfectly fine," I answered.

God I am such a liar.

A/N So what do you think? Should I keep writing? If I don't get any reviews then I'll think you guys hate it so if you want me to know that you like it and if you want me to keep writing then review!!