Lilly's POV
"Yay! This is great. But Lilly, explain to me how you convinced your parents to let you come?", asked Miley.
"Well, my dad can't say no to me when I use my puppy-dog look, and he was able to convince my mom!", I squealed excitedly.
"That's awesome!", said Miley. "This year's Hannah summer tour is going to be so much fun thanks to you being there, especially since we'll be in Europe with all of the European boys!"
"And if Oliver convinces his Mom to let him come, it will be even more fun too", I said. Miley shot me a confused look, and then she smiled. "No!", I said a little too quickly, "Not like that. Just so that we can laugh at him and his donut self", I said.
"Yeah, sure Lilly, sure", Miley said, all the while having a suspicious look on her face.
"Well", I started, ""Speaking of Oliver, want to call him to see if his Mom finally caved?"
"Sure."
Just as I pulled my cell phone out of my purse, Oliver burst through the door to Miley's room with a big, goofy smile on his face.
"I'M GOING TO EUROPE!", he shouted upon shutting the door.
"Oliver keep it down", Miley began, "I don't think that Uncle Earl in Tennessee wants to hear about your summer plans."
"Yeah, well…. Ah, who cares! We're all three going to Europe, this is going to be the greatest summer ever!", he yelled yet again, and as he said it he jumped on Miley's bed. The force of him hitting the bed knocked both me and Miley off of it, and we both hit the floor on opposite sides of the bed.
"Oliver, you big donut!", Miley said. Me on the other hand, all I could do was laugh uncontrollably as my two best friends bickered for a little bit.
You see, we were a very, well, tight group of friends. Oliver and I had been best friends since kindergarten, when I held his hand so that I could use his 64 pack of crayons, with the sharpener. In 7th grade, Miley had moved to Malibu from Tennessee, and we quickly hit it off, and because of this Oliver and her became close friends too. Miley's alter-ego is Hannah Montana, the teen pop sensation. I will say this: There are a lot of perks that come along when your best friend is a celebrity.
I was lost in my thoughts, while Oliver and Miley were still bickering, so it's not too surprising that none of us heard the door open, and none of us saw Miley's dad, Robby Ray, come in.
"Hey guys, since you are all coming, you might want to take this opportunity to get packed, since we are leaving tomorrow morning at 8o'clock. Especially you Miley, I know you haven't started packing yet, bud", Robby Ray said with a wink to Miley.
"Well, Miley, I know me and Oliver have to get packed, so we'll see you tomorrow morning", I said as I hugged her good-bye. With that, I grabbed Oliver's hand and pulled him out of Miley's room.
I pretended not to notice, but I could've sworn that I saw Oliver blush as our hands touched.
