A/N: Cool, I didn't think this story was going be any good. For those of you who are worrying about the relationship, don't worry to much, I'll try my hardest not to rush it. It'll be kinda difficult though, seeing as writing isn't really my forte and this was a spur of the moment type of thing. So it would be coolness if people could help me out once in awhile, and takes a deep breath… I'msorryforthewaitIdid'ntknowtheywheregoingtoshutoffourinternetandIhadnowheretoputupthenextchapter…whew! Now on with the story! gets shot at with fire-tipped arrows OWW! ;

CH. 2

Lilly's POV

"But Lilly, it wasn't my fault I was late all those times." Oliver whines.

It's the weekend (days off, WOOT! It's already Sunday night though, BOO!). Ollie's telling me that he's getting replaced by one of the celebs he drives.

I scoff, "Sure Ollie, I totally believe you. Hitting on the last rich girl you where dropping off was so not your fault, and why the hell are ya telling me."

"No idea. She was hot though."

"I figured as much. So who ya gonna be driving now?"

"I haven't seen my schedule yet, hold on a sec'."

There's a silence, a few curses, then a rustle of papers.

"Ah, here it is." He finally says.

"Jeez Ollie, ya really gotta clean up your apartment."

"Shut up Lils. Okay I have… aww man! She changed my whole schedule, and they're all guys this time. Not cool!" He grumbles.

I laugh. "About time boss-man figured it out. I mean you've been working there for what? Two years already."

"Lilly, the boss is a girl." He corrects me.

"I still say she had a sex change."

"And you ask why she doesn't like you."

"Quiet you, so who'd ya get?"

"Right. Le'see… I have Clay Aiken, Mel Gibson, hey cool, Jay Leno, Ryan Seacrest, and… KICK ASS!"

"What? Who is it?" I ask him.

"Heh, you're gonna hate me for this." He says in a mocking voice. "Check it, Bruce Willis."

"No way, you got Bruce Willis! You lucky bastard. I haven't driven him in months! Tell him Lilly says 'sup." (I know, I know. I said I don't get star struck, but come on! It's Bruce Willis. That man fuckin' kicks ass!)

"Dude, how well did ya get to know him?" He asks.

"He invited me to a bar once and bought me a soda. I have the damn bottle at mom's house, he autographed it for me." I tell him. No I don't drink. Sort of a requirement for my job too(1) (Oliver doesn't drink either).

"And you couldn't get one for me? You, my friend, suck ass."

"Ya still love me. Besides, you can ask him for one now."

"Whatever. So who do you have?"

"Alright, I have Jessica Alba,(kill me now please) Paris Hilton, a guy named Jake Ryan, someone that didn't give a name, and Dane Cook.

"Huh, what a coinkidink."

"What is?"

"I had a 'didn't want to give a name' person on my last schedule."

"Oh yeah, you told me. D'ya think it's the same person?"

"Does it say if they're a dude or chick?"

"Umm, yeah. It's a chick."

"Then it could be her."

"Didn't you say she was a singer?"

"Yup."

"Also says here that she's 20 years old."

"Then that's definitely her. The one I had was 20 too. Cool what are the chances of you getting her?"

Maybe I should say why Oliver can't just tell me who it is. Company rules are if the customer wishes to remain anonymous, or not give a name, it better stay that way (you know how some of these celebrities hate the paparazzi). Actually, we're not supposed to tell each other who we're driving, period. The only person I tell is Ollie anyway and he tells me, so we're cool (as long as no one finds out), but we don't wanna risk anyone finding out about the no-names.

"Don't know and coolness, I'll tell her you say hi." I let out a yawn. "Damn it, alright Ollie, it's getting late, gotta go."

"Ah, come on! It's only like nine o' clock!"

"Oken, you know I live farther away."

"That's why I keep telling you to move in with me, I live so much closer!" He whines.

"No way, your apartment's a mess and mom has food."

He laughs. "Can't argue with that. Your cooking still sucks. I'll let you go then. Good night Lilly-pad." He says in a baby voice.

I grumble a goodnight to him and hang up. He's laughing, I can feel it.

Yeah, I live pretty far from work(thank God gas is cheap[2), and I live with my mom, like I said she has food (bite me).

'Night.

Miley's POV

"I still feel bad about it." I'm in our living room talking to my dad about Oken.

"Miles, the boy still has his job. He's just not driving you anymore."

"Are ya sure?" I ask him.

"I asked the manager not to fire him, just to give him a good talkin' to or change his schedule. Apparently you're not the only one he's hit on."

"Wow, you'd think he'd learn by now. Okay, well as long as you're sure, I'm gonna go upstairs and call Jake. He said he wanted to tell me something." I tell my dad good night and head upstairs to my room. Yes I still live with my pop (bite me).

So, Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake. He's my best friend and boyfriend. We've been going out for a year, our second year anniversary is in about two weeks. I've known him since forever though.

He asked me out in June. I said yes 'cause I thought we'd be good together, and he is my best friend. I know everything there is to know about him, he's honest, loyal, trustworthy, well-behaved around others… I just described a dog didn't I? Damn, I've been feeling like this for a while. That he's still just my very best friend.Lately all the times he's started something I've pushed him away, made up an excuse to leave earlier, anything. I think he's starting to suspect something, not that there's anythin' to suspect it's just… AH DAMMIT! I have no idea what to do.

Right, I have to call him.

"Hello, Ryan residence." It's his mom. Cool lady. A little crazy sometimes but not annoying crazy.

"Hi Mrs. Ryan. It's Miley, is Jake home?"

"Hi Miley. I haven't seen you in a while, you should really drop by sometime."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I've been really busy with exams and work, but since we're on summer break already, I'll come by next week if I have time."

"That'll be wonderful! Oh here's Jake."

"'Sup Miles." Well he seems to be in a fine mood, good sign right?

"Hey Jake I heard the message ya left me, what's up?"

"Oh good, I was hoping to catch you before you went to bed. I wanted to ask you if you have anything planned for next week."

Next week? I was hoping to have next week alone to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. The Hannah gig hasn't left me with enough time for anything. Can't tell him that though, I really haven't spent any time with him for awhile.

"My dad hasn't told me that I have any interviews or anything, so I think I'm open."

"Cool. Then since we're on summer vacation, wanna do something?"

"I don't see any reason why I can't. It's gotta be fun though. I haven't done anything but study and do Hannah things for weeks."

"Great, then let's go somewhere on Thursday."

"Alright, what d'ya have in mind?"

"Hmm. I'll make it a surprise. It'll add more to the fun factor."

"I don't know why, but that sounded corny to me."

"Eh, I'm a corny type o' guy."

I let out a laugh. Maybe I'm reading too much into this. A day with him alone will do me good. Yeah it's just all the stress I've been having lately with school and Hannah. No need to get all weird over it.

"Funny. So what time are ya gonna pick me up?"

"I'll pick you up around eleven."

"Cool. See ya then."

"Alright then. Good night, oh and Miles?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

"L-love ya too."

He hangs up. What was that! He's told me he loves me plenty of times before. I sounded nervous and I hesitated, WTF!

Man I really need a break from all of this(this what?).

This week is gonna be frustrating.

(1): I don't know anything about the limo biz, so yeah.

(2): 'Member these days? I sure as hell do.

A/N: Okay I am really sorry for not updating sooner. Tell me if something's weird in this chapter and I'll fix it. Like I said I'm not good at the whole writing thing, so help out, 'cause I have no idea how to start chapter three.