Here's chapter two for ya. Enjoy!
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I was home now. I got into my room, lay down on my bed and kept listening to the song I sang with Oliver in my CD player, yeah, my dad recorded it for me.
I also kept thinking about what Lilly said, well, except the Zac Efron part. She was right, I guess, I should tell him. But I was scared with the possibility it could ruin our friendship and, though I didn't show it much, he was very important for me.
The song ended, I pressed the "replay" button. And I did that every time the song ended. My dad knocked on the door.
"Come in!" I said. My dad came in, I pressed the "replay" button all over again.
"Mile, you're gonna break it." Said my dad.
"I don't care." I said with my dreamy voice.
"Ok, what's going on?" he asked.
"Huh? Nothing, nothing's going on…why would you think there's something going on?" I said.
"You were with your dreamy look and voice." He said. "And you almost broke your CD player, this looks familiar."
That was true. I did it before with the TV, when I found out that Jake Ryan was in love with me. But that was past.
"You have feelings for Oliver, don't you?" he said.
"Um…I…" I blabbed. He gave me his famous "dad" look. "Ok, I do. Just, don't tell him, please."
"I won't." he said, smiling. I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you usually act all overprotective when I like someone?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I know Oliver since you were eleven and I trust him." He said. "So there's no problem at all."
I smiled.
"I was thinking, Oliver is a really good singer. Don't you think we should help him start a singing career?" he said.
"Dad, that was the most…incredible idea you had!" I said.
"And I know the perfect way to start…" he said.
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"…Sing with you on stage?"
"Yeah, it would be the perfect way to get people to know you and your singing ability." I said. Oliver walked in circles with his hands on his head.
"That's the most…crazy, but possible idea you had." He said.
"Don't thank me, it's my dad's idea." I said. I sat on the couch and started thinking. "Wait…we should create your alter ego."
"Alter ego?"
"Yeah, think about it. Do you want crazy fans and paparazzi stalking you?" I said.
"It depends, are the fans hot girls?" he said. I punched him on the arm.
"Oh, ouch!" he said. "What was that for?"
"I won't even answer." I said. Jealousy running through my body. "Now let's go to the mall. We have to find you clothes for the concert." I saw Jackson walking down the stairs.
"Hey Jackson, could you…" I started.
"No." he said.
"You don't even know what I'm gonna ask." I said, annoyed.
"Miley, I'm not driving you to whatever place you wanna go." He said.
"Ok, you know." I said. "C'mon, it's just to the mall!" He sighed.
"Fine."
"Great! C'mon Oliver!" I grabbed his wrist and went outside, followed by an irritated Jackson.
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They're about to create Oliver's alter ego…interesting.
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