Dear Diary Lenny,
It's funny how three little words can change the entire way you look at things, like my friend, Oliver Oken. It seems like just this morning, I didn't even think about him existing at all, and now I am subconsciously aware that he is out there somewhere, probably thinking about me. How amazing is that, that he cares about me enough to do that??
But, you still have no idea what I'm talking about. I guess people yelling at me to shut up about my damn news finally got through to me and I'm trying to stop talking about it all the time, but yes, you need to know. You are my diary, after all.
OLIVER OKEN ASKED ME OUT!!
Oh yeah, totally. And guess what? He loves both halves of me. Even though he doesn't know that my other half is actually me. You know what I'm talking about, right? The Hannah side of my personality is what I'm talking about for you slow, slow diary.
And, of course, Oliver is trying to say that he's over his crush on Hannah Montana, which I deeply, deeply am thankful for (because it's kind of creepy for a guy to have a crush on you and not even know it's you. It sends shivers down your spine just to think of it.) But I know how he really feels (creepy bad shivers, not excited happy shivers.) and deep down, he still loves Hannah Montana because subconsciously, he knows that it's me.
But there is one problem to the whole fairy tale: Oliver and Lilly still don't know that I'm Hannah Montana. I've been thinking of a way to break it to them, but I'm really worried about making sure that they can keep a secret and all that crap about trustworthiness.
Because, seriously, how sucky would it be if Lilly accidentally told Amber and Ashley that I'm Hannah Montana when they piss her off? Or if Oliver was trying to brag about me as his girlfriend, and he lets it slip that I'm a famous pop star? I know Lilly had anger issues and Oliver is a horrible secret-keeper.
But, after that long digression about stupid Hannah secrets, I want to get back to the main reason I'm writing. Those three words that changed my life were I love you. Of course, I've heard these words way too many times, but they mean more coming from your male best friend than your dad, or Mamaw, or even Aunt Dolly.
I was sitting all alone in the cafeteria because Lilly was at cheerleading practice. And Oliver and I weren't sitting together because boys and girls just don't sit together in the Sea View High cafeteria. It doesn't happen, so Oliver sits with the football guys and Lilly and I, being the social outcasts that we are, sit at the tiny cracked table in the corner of the cafeteria that all the dead bugs get swept into. I know, appetizing, isn't it?
Then Oliver came over to the table where I was eating peanut butter al alone and sat in Lilly's seat. And he started talking to me.
"Hey, Miley. What's up?" Oliver said all casual, as though he wasn't going to make a speech about his eternal love for me. (Even though he didn't do that anyway, he just said I love you.)
"Nothing much. Lilly's at cheerleading, and I'm just here, all alone. Just me and the bugs." I answered with my cunning wit and charm (not)
"Oh, lovely. But you know what really is lovely?" He asked, looking into my eyes.
"What?" I asked smiling, thinking that he was going to say that new painting in the hallway, or be sarcastic and say, the football jerk's pit stink.
"Your eyes."
"What??"
"You don't think your eyes are beautiful?"
"No, well, I guess…why?"
"I love your eyes. But I love you more."
This one was really unexpected. Seriously, how many times a day, does you best friend say he loves you and your eyes?
"Well, I like you too."
"Not love?"
"I don't know. It might be love."
"Is it love?"
"Yes, Oliver. I love you too."
And Oliver kissed me, right there over the cracked table with the dead bugs in the corner of the cafeteria. And I loved every second of it.
I LOVE OLIVER OKEN!! I LOVE OLIVER OKEN!! I LOVE OLIVER OKEN!!
Your loving friend,
Miley Stewart
(P.S.: I LOVE OLIVER OKEN!!)