Disclaimer: I own nothing but my poor teeny bopper soul which loves Mitchel Musso, among other celebrities, my ideas, and original characters that are most likely to come up within this story. Oh yes, I own a tamagotchi, too, but I don't think that's quite relevant.
Chapter One
They had been best friends for forever; there didn't seem to be a memory in either of their minds that didn't include the other. They had never let the "cooties" or the silly rumours get in the way of their friendship. Why should they? They had someone to go to for everything, who'd want to give that up?
The night before their junior year, they sat at their special tree by the lake. The one that only they knew about. Or so they liked to believe. When the question of it not being so secret did come up, they agreed that no matter what, it was their secret spot and that was all that mattered. They had even carved their initials into it, as if they needed that extra reassurance.
Oliver and Miley had been coming to this place since they were 11 years old. In fact, they had discovered it just after Lily had moved to San Francisco, after her dad had received a job offer there. Miley grew solemn, thinking about Lily. Although Lily did come over during almost every single break she had, it just wasn't the same without her best friend. But then she looked at Oliver, and smiled to herself remembering that she had more than one best friend.
They sat there, staring into the sunset, she on the wooden swing they had put there within the first week of discovering the place, and he on a nearby log. "You ready?" She asked him.
"No, not yet. I'm not ready to let go of summer just yet," he replied in a sort of dazed state.
"FINE, you wuss! We'll wait," she said and stuck her tongue out at him jokingly.
"Wow…that's gotta be the ugliest face I've ever seen, Miles," he said. As she heard this, he saw her face drop as she walked towards the lake and stared ahead, putting her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
"You really think I'm ugly?" She asked, still not making eye contact with him.
Oliver stood up and made his way to her side. Not willing to look at her either, he said, "Miley, you know I was only joking. Because…well…that's what we do Miles, we joke around. You're not only my best friend, but you, not Hannah Montana; you're the most gorgeous girl I know. And you know that I could never think badly of you no matter the circumstances." He meant every word he said, and wondered how she would reply, only to feel himself being pushed into the lake before it was too late.