"-And he thinks he's like...the best person in the world." Oliver Oken complained. His statement was targeted at his best friends, who were not listening.

"Whatcha say?" Lilly Truscott asked with a yawn. She looked over at her friend who was currently asleep on the table.

"I was saying that my cousin is coming here tomorrow!" Oliver said. He looked at the girl asleep on the table. He leaned over to her and said,

"You know...you could at least pretend you're listening." Miley Stewart yawned and said,

"Too much work. Ignoring you and not pretending is easier." He glared and Lilly said,

"Oh! You mean James...that REALLY cute cousin of yours?"

"No, I mean Luke." Oliver replied with distaste.

Lilly jumped back and whispered, "The scary looking one that hates you and tried to push you off a cliff last summer?"

"Yeah. The one that likes Miley." This woke the brunette up.

"SAY WHAT?" She asked. Oliver turned to her,

"Luke, he likes you. Crazy about you actually." Oliver lowered his voice to a whisper. "He has a picture of you in his freezer."

She shuddered.

"Why the freezer?"

Lilly snorted. "Probably where he keeps the bodies." She muttered.

Miley looked terrified.

" Bodies? He's a murderer?" She whispered, her eyes wide with fear.

Lilly and Oliver laughed.

"Well...his shrink says he not...he says he's not...so I guess he isn't...has the look down though."

"Well when's he coming?" Miley asked.

"Today some time. Why?" Oliver inquired.

"Shot. I was hoping Hannah would be on tour. She leaves next month for the whole summer." Miley said.

Miley's POV:

"The whole summer...?" Oliver asked quietly. I nodded. Just then whispers were heard through the crowd, and people parted as a dark figure appeared. Whatever Lilly had meant about freaky was true. He was freaky...in a gorgeous way. He was so beautiful it was absolutely terrifying. If you've never meet one of these people you are lucky. Your probably wondering how some one gorgeous could be scary...heck I would have been wondering to if I wasn't looking at it right now. He was so...perfect. He had no flaw. His hair laid perfectly on his delicately sketched head, his teeth were so white good old St. Nick's beard couldn't have compared. And they were straight. A dentist's dream. His eyes were the color of the ocean, but seemed evil in a way. He smiled at me and I got chills. Normally I would say that's because he's so cute...but this was chills of fright. He looked at me and said quietly,

"Hello Miley." I moved closer to Oliver and said,

"Hey Luke."