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Miley's POV

So. Tonight's my first date with Oliver Oken. I know. I know. We've been friends for a while now. But he asked me out the other night. And I have to admit, I was starting to stare at him more a lot lately. Haha, wow. You wouldn't think of me and being with Oliver, but I realized I have liked him along. So-

"MILEY! Oliver is here!" my dad yelled up the stairs. I closed my diary shut and threw it under my pillow case, re-applied my cherry lip gloss, and ran out of my room. I arrived in the living room to see Jackson flipping through the TV channels, and Oliver leaning against the kitchen counter, talking to my dad.

"Hey."

He turned and looked at me.

"Wow."

I raised my eyebrows.

"I like it," he said.

I ran over and hugged him.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready."

"Have fun with Oliii," Jackson mocked as we walked out the door holding hands.

"Shut up," I mumbled as we shut the door behind us. I was happy Oliver approved my outfit. This is going well, so far.

"So, where to, Miles?"

"Where do you want to eat?" I asked.

"Your pick."

"Hmm. Italian?"

"Sounds good."

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We handed our waiter our menus after we finished ordering. It was a dimly lit restaurant and not very crowded for a Friday night.

Nobody said anything.

"This is why I hate first dates," I mumbled.

"What?" Oliver questioned.

"It's so … awkward."

"Well," he shrugged "I could distract you."

"Try me."

"5 question game."

"3." I said.

"Alright, alright," he said "when's your next Hannah Concert?"

"What kind of a question is that?" I laughed.

"I don't know. I just thought of what came to my head."

"Um, tomorrow night. Next."

"Since when do you wear heels?"

"Since some boy asked me to dinner," I teased.

He smiled the smile that I started to love recently.

"What really made you come with me here?"

I sighed. "Oliver, we've been friends for so long. But, like you with me, I started to … you know, kind of like you. And then you asked me to dinner, and it all fell into place."

He nodded. "It's weird, isn't it?"

"What? Friends can go on dates. They learn they really like each other. It can become more of a … casual-type relationship."

He shrugged. Then smiled that same smile he had earlier.

After we finished eating, we walked back to my house together, hand in hand. It was raining, but I barely noticed with Oliver here with me.

"So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" Oliver said, trying to make small talk.

"Um, I have to study for my global test … you could come over if you want to…"

"Like… a study date?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah. If that's okay with you. You could come over after lunch, and then ride in the limo with me to my Hannah Concert."

"Sure. Sounds like a date."

We arrived back in front of my home shortly after.

"'Night, Oli," I said, sad that I would have to wait until the next day to see him again.

"See you tomorrow," he said, kissing my cheek swiftly, then headed out my front yard back to his house. I bit my lip as I twisted the doorknob and headed inside my warm home.

"Oh, Miley's back from her date with Oliiiii!" Jackson mocked from his spot on the couch.

"Shut u-Rico???" I honestly was not expecting to come home at 10 pm and find Rico trudging up our stairs with a ripped and torn bag. His shoes were wet from the rain coming down outside.

"W-what?" he asked.

"What are you doing here? I thought your dad's business trip wasn't until next week…"

"His dad had to leave early. Claims it got moved earlier for who knows what," Jackson answered for Rico.

"Yeah, what h-he said," Rico said, turning away from me and continuing up to his unready guest room.

"Wait, Rico."

He stopped.

"Your room is not ready yet … wait here, we'll get you clean sheets and new pillows," I offered.

"Yeah, I suppose y-you could do that. I'm all wet, a-anyways, right?" he said.

"Right," I said, eyeing him. He looked away, and came back down the stairs.

Jackson and I shared a concerned look with each other. Why was Rico acting like this?

"Rico, why don't you go and take a shower while me and Miles clean up your guest room."

"Um, okay. What d-do you want m-me to do with my bag?" he asked.

"Leave it here, we'll take care of things, just go get in the shower."

Rico shrugged and set down his dirty bag. He slumped up the stairs, disappearing into the bathroom.

"Jackson, what is going on?" I questioned as soon as Rico was out of site.

"I don't know. Dad went to bed, and I had just sat down to watch TV and the doorbell rang. I answered it, and Rico just slid past me and told me what his story was. Then you came back."

"'Kay, well. Let's go set up his room, I guess."

Jackson followed me up the now-wet stairs to the guest room. We covered the bed in new sheets and got new big pillows for Rico. I slipped into my room and closed the door gently behind me. I pulled out my diary and pink pen and began writing.

Had a great time with Oli tonight. Came home to find Rico, all wet from the rain. He was acting very … odd. I don't know whats up with him. Guess we'll have to wait until the morning. It's pretty late, and he's taking a shower to get rid of all the mud. Yuck. Me and Jackson set up his guest room for him. Anyways, Oli is coming over tomorrow after lunch for another date-a study date, actually. Then I'm meeting up with Lilly for the Hannah Concert at 7 pm later. Things should be interesting with Rico around.

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Miley Stewart