She's beautiful.
She is so god damn beautiful.
He'd found so many parallels between Hannah and Miley back when he was ignorant of the fact that they were the same person, and maybe that's why he was so in love with Hannah, because he was so in love with Miley.
It's not like she'd ever like him. She didn't want him to know she was Hannah Montana because she didn't want him to fall in love with her (even though he already had).
He's with Lily now, and he likes to think he's happy, happier than he would ever be with her, but there's no use in lying.
Lily is great, she's funny, athletic and pretty, but he can't help but to compare her to Miley. Because, to him, everything she does is never as good as Miley; and he wishes that he can love Lily with all his heart, but he can't (because his heart already belongs to her).
He still watches her.
The things she does, the way she talks, and she's so damn beautiful.
Her eyes, a stormy gray when she wears blue, and a light green when she wears pink; he notices these small details about her, and he guesses that's just what love does to you.
He's gotten some kind of record deal, and he's overjoyed. He goes to her house without thinking.
She smiles and laughs and hugs him, and he's never felt better.
They sit on the couch and talk about how he's going to be famous, "more famous than Hannah" she jokes, and he knows it'll never happen, but it's nice to know that she believes in him.
Then they're quiet, and he likes it, because it's not the awkward silence, it's the comfortable kind that you get when you're around someone you know so well.
He turns to her and realizes she's staring straight at him, and her gaze is unnerving.
He can't help himself, he stares straight into her eyes and he can feel his self control slipping and it sounds so cliché, but he really feels like he can drown in them.
"Your eyes…they change color…like the sea, unpredictable…" he pauses, "…beautiful…" he breathes in a sudden burst of confidence.
He doesn't even notice until now that her hand has found its way into his and its making it hard for him to breathe, being in such close proximity to her.
He can smell her mango body wash.
Their faces are inches apart and he wants this, wants it so much.
"Oliver," she says, "Lily."
He's shaken awake by the sound of her name and quickly removes his hand, ignoring the empty spaces where her hand was so warm just seconds ago.
"Miley…I'm sorry."
She understands.
He leaves with an awkward goodbye, and it's not until he's reached his car. Lily's car. Their car. That he realizes he hasn't even told Lily yet.
He feels like the world's shittiest boyfriend.
He tells Lily, and they hug and kiss, but he feels empty.
He can still smell her mango body wash.