I do not own Hannah Montana.
This is written in part journal form, part not.
Oliver's Journal
I can't sleep without thinking of her. That beautiful long brown hair. Those stunning blue eyes. That charming singing voice. What is the matter with me? I should be happy with dating Becca. But I'm not. I hope this book never falls into somebody else's hands, or I'd be dead meat. But Miley's just so perfect. And I've known her forever. What if she doesn't feel the same way about me? Or what if she does? I don't know what I should do. Without her, I'm incomplete. I've been trying to get her to notice me. But it's not working.
Miley's Journal
Oliver has been acting extra weird around me. If he wasn't dating Becca, I'd totally suspect him of having a crush on me. But that's, like, physically impossible. It just doesn't work that way. I mean, him having a crush on me is like peanut butter without peanuts. It doesn't work. I don't know what to do.
Normal
"Hey, Miles!" called Oliver. He strolled up and put his head against her locker. Miley uncomfortably spun the dial, unlocked her locker, and grabbed her books. "Hey, Oliver."
"So…I hear that Dex has a crush on you, right?" he asked. Miley thought, Why does he care? "Um, actually, we're sort of going out," she told Oliver. Instantly his face dropped. "So, how's Becca?" Miley asked. "Who's Becca?" Oliver said dreamily. "Your eyes are so pretty." Miley backed away. "Oliver, go find your girlfriend before she finds you hitting on another girl," Miley jabbed. Oliver looked a little hurt, but walked away to find Becca.
Miley rolled her eyes. Oliver was NOT her type. Dorky, not smooth, unpopular, weird, and crazy were not in her description of a "perfect guy." Dex was however. He suddenly appeared and kissed Miley. After a few seconds, Oliver rushed up and slammed into Dex.
"Ooh, bro, my bad. I just, um, need to tell you something," Oliver lied (obviously). Dex rolled his eyes. "Yes?" Oliver fumbled. "Um, err, well, your shoes are untied?" he tried. Dex, without looking down, said, "My shoes don't have any laces."
And Oliver ran off.
Sorry this is so slow to begin with. I'd write more but I have 2 go! It'll get better.