A/N: So in this chapter I used a lot of my SoCal roots for information in this chapter so all of the Disneyland stuf is legit. I also want to thank you guys for all my awsome reviews. I didn't expect that many. So thanks. Hope you like.

Disclaimer: Hannah Montana I do not own.

I sat in my car in the school parking lot

I sat in my car in the school parking lot. The air conditioning was cranked up and the music was turned down low. Oliver was supposed to meet me at any minute now.

"He's taking too long," Brain said. "Maybe he couldn't get out of that thing with Jodi."

"No! He had to, he had to. If he didn't I'll break into a million little pieces!" Heart said. "It'll break her into a million little pieces."

"I will not let that happen. We're gonna hold together whether she likes it or not. A boy—especially not a boyfriend or a boy with a girlfriend—is not going to break us we're stronger than that. We've got girl power."

"Fifty percent of the population has girl power! We need some boy power, especially since what happened with Jake last night." The heart winced. "Jake…"

"Come on, you know he was a jerk. He hasn't even called her to ask if she's okay. Plus, she has no idea where they stand. It's going to kill her—all the mystery, and his blatant disregard for her emotions."

"Well, I think I know more than you about the emotions. I'm her heart for crying out loud—the ruler of her emotions."

"Whatever. Emotions are entirely misleading."

I heard a sudden rush of talking and footsteps. I looked out my window and sure enough there were about fifty boys making their way across the parking lot. I searched for Oliver—any sign of wavy brown hair—but I couldn't see him at all.

"Uh oh," Heart said. "What if he couldn't break the date with Jodi and now he's ignoring us?"

Brain sighed. "Oliver's not that type of guy. He'll at least come to tell her, or call, or text. Don't worry; I'm sure he's just running late changing."

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. I had a headache coming on.

"Boo!" I heard.

"Eeeeeeeeep!" I screamed. My heart started beating really fast. "WHY DID YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT?"

Oliver was laughing hysterically. I rolled down the window so I could bonk him on the head.

"Ow!" he said. Then he paused to rub the top of his skull. "But seriously, dude, you should have seen you face." He 'imitated' me by opening his mouth, shocked and throwing his hands back.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine it was a good one, but I knew you were there the whole time. I just put on that show so you wouldn't look bad in front of all your little friends."

"Liar," Heart said.

"You're kidding me, right?" Oliver said. "You totally wouldn't have been able to pull a performance like that off. Miley Stewart is a lot of things, but one thing she is not, is an actress."

"Hey, maybe I've become a better actress since the last time you saw me, hmm? In fact, I joined the drama club."

"Liar," Brain repeated.

Oliver chuckled as he got in on the other side of the car. "Um, no you haven't."

"How would you know?"

"Because, Jodi's in the drama club, and I went to her last play, and you weren't in it."

"Boy-who's-got-a-perfect-girlfriend, say what?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"Geez!" Heart yelled. "Is there anything that girl can't do!"

"Heart," the brain warned. "Control yourself. You don't want to embarrass her."

"Like I care. We can redeem her later."

"So Jodi's an athlete. Jodi's on student council. Jodi's a cheerleader. And now Jodi's in the drama club. What can that girl not do?"

"Sing," he said without hesitation.

"Home girl can't sing? Seriously?"

Oliver shook his head. "Couldn't hold a tune to save her life. But what do you care?

You're not jealous are you?" He nudged her teasingly.

"No!"

"Pants on fire," Heart and Brain said in unison.

"Okay, then," he said placing his hands on his knees. "No need to overreact."

"Overreact? Who's overreacting? Me? No, I never overreact. Overreacting is what total dorks do, and me, not a dork," I rambled.

"You just keep telling yourself that."

I looked at him quizzically. "Telling myself what?"

"That you're not a dork."

I whacked him on the back of the head again.

"Ow! You've seriously got to stop doing that! It's almost worse than when you pulled on my chest hair."

"Really?" A smile came over my face.

"I said almost."

I nodded my head for no reason. "So…what do you want to do?"

"I don't know…" he said and leaned very close to me. "What do you want to do?"

"My, goodness," the heart said. "Will he get away? Does he realize what he's doing to me?"

"And does he realize how hard it is to keep myself closed?" the mouth complied.

The brain sighed. "You need to control yourselves, Oliver is just a friend."

"We know," Mouth and Heart said.

"I asked you first," I said tightly.

He backed away, and I could breathe again. "So, you want to know what I want to do."

"Yep."

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay then…I…want to go to…Disneyland."

"What?"

"I want to go to Disneyland."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I've got my pass, you got yours?"

"Never leave home with out it." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and pointed to the slot that held his year-round Disneyland/California Adventure Passport. It was the best of both worlds. And yeah, it really said that on the card. Disney had bought the phrase from me just for their tickets.

"Okay, then. We're going to Disneyland."

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It was a common thing for the well-off of Southern California to have Disneyland passes. So when Oliver suggested it I shouldn't have been thrown so off guard. Going to Disneyland wasn't anymore special than going to the movies or the mall.

But it was more fun, and farther away. I think the reason it felt weird to be there with Oliver was because it was just such a couple-like place to go. If you were there with one of the opposite sex and no one else you were just automatically assumed to be a pair.

I'm not exactly sure who started the game, or when it started. But, I think it was Oliver when we were waiting in line for Splash Mountain, or maybe it was Thunder Mountain, I wasn't sure. So, I'm pretty sure what happened was we were waiting in line, and he was all like, "You want to play truth or dare?"

So I said, "Sure."

We played a couple rounds, but the dare part wasn't working out considering you don't have a lot of wiggle room when your standing in line at Disneyland on a July day. So it got shortened to truth.

"Do you really like caviar, or is that just something you tell the reporters to sound cool?" he asked me while we were in an unusually long line for Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Ugh, caviar! Gross!" Mouth said.

"I hate caviar," I answered truthfully. I was finding it easier and easier to do around Oliver. "It freaks me out every time I look at it. Tiny little fish eggs—nasty, and it's cruel to the poor mother fish, but it does make Hannah look smart and sophisticated."

"You are such a liar." He shook his head.

"Well, I'm telling the truth now aren't I? Plus, as far as the media knows, Miley and Hannah are two different people. If Hannah was real she could love caviar. So, it's my turn right?"

He nodded his head. "Shoot."

"Who's your biggest role model? And it can't be family or God or anything like that, those are such cop out answers."

"My, biggest role model…honestly?"

"It's called Truth isn't it?"

"Okay, then…I guess, your dad."

"I expected something," Brain said, "but that was not I expected."

"I know, right?" Heart said.

"What?" I asked, kind of shocked. "My dad? The 'honky-tonk heartthrob' himself? What, you want to be a singer or something?" I took a bite of my churro which I had bought for myself, because we were not on a date.

"No, I was actually talking about the kind of person he is, you know? Like how he's probably the coolest dad in the entire world, but he's also managed to raise great kids and live his dream and everything."

"Great kids? Are you forgetting about Jackson?"

He shrugged. "Sure Jackson's…" he paused, thinking about his words, "…different, but you don't see him in the slammer or stoned or anything."

"Oh, so you look up to him 'cause he's like a family man."

"I guess so." He took a bite of his pretzel that he bought with his money because we were not on a date.

"Like a family you want have with Jodi some day."

"Mouth, you should not have let that through. Now it's just going to be awkward for both of them," Brain said.

"Heart pushed it through," Mouth said. "I couldn't help it. You know she's stronger than me."

"Heart!" Brain screamed. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. You're the brain, thinking is your job. Now, awkward, awkward is my middle name," Heart said.

"You're a heart—an organ—you don't have a face or a body or a name. The only reason we call you Heart is because that's what you are."

"Whatever," the heart said. "And don't worry; I'm sure they'll work it out."

Oliver shrugged. "I don't know. I never really think that far ahead. And it's my turn. Look at you trying to squeeze more into your question." He nudged me on the shoulder playfully.

"That is one shaky voice," an ear said. "I really think you scared him, Heart."

"Well, he's not running yet, so that can't be bad," Heart replied.

After that we stopped talking about Jodi. It was just easier to stay off the subject. Oliver didn't bring up Jake either.

We had only gotten on about three rides. That was really the best you could do on a Saturday in July. You had to practically fight for your spot in line when tourists were around. When we first got our licenses a year back Lilly, Oliver and I would drive out to Anaheim on school nights and the park would be nearly deserted.

I checked my cell-phone to find out the time, but I also saw that I had about five missed calls from Jake and a text from Lilly. I ignored them and saw the time. 10:23 pm.

"Oliver," I said. "You want to go now?"

We were sitting in on a bench between splash and Winnie the Pooh, resting our legs. It was one of the few parts of the park that were quiet and never had any foot traffic. One time the two of us had spent an entire afternoon marking up a map so we could avoid large crowds during the summer.

"Why? Are you ready to leave?"

I shrugged. "Curfew's at midnight and I'm kind of hungry."

It was one of our unspoken rules that we never ate at the actual theme park. The food was so expensive we could blow through a hundred dollars in a day—and that was if we were being stingy.

We worked our way back to Tomorrow Land and stood in the line for the monorail.

"When did you stop wetting the bed?" I asked him.

"I actually didn't stop till I was about ten years old," he said matter-of-factly.

"Really?" I nodded my head.

"How did you pick your wig for Hannah Montana?"

Normally I would have told him to keep it down, but the line was so crowded no one could really make out any words.

"Roxy. She saved me a lot of embarrassment. That's actually where I first met her."

He nodded. "I never knew that."

"I never knew you wet the be till you were eleven."

"Ten," he corrected her quickly.

We were finally let on to the platform, where Oliver asked if we could sit in the back, which was pretty much like a limo. We discovered it when we were at Disneyland late and the monorail that would take us back to Downtown Disney, where we parked, was full.

They didn't want to make another trip so they opened up the back and let us sit there. We'd always asked ever since and sixty percent of the time they'd let us.

We followed the guy and he opened the back for us. We were there for a few minutes when a the door was opened and a young blonde couple came in.

"Wow," she said in a heavy southern accent. "This is amazing. Isn't this amazing, Paul?"

"Yep. It's amazing." Paul obviously was from around we were because he seemed positively under-whelmed.

Oliver slid closer to me so the couple could have one side of the curved seat to themselves.

"Well, hi," the girl said, looking up. "I'm Karen and this is Paul. We're on our honeymoon. Who are you?"

Oliver was taken aback by her friendliness, but I was used to the southern hospitality.

"I'm Miley, and this—" I put my hand on his leg, "is Oliver."

"Miley and Oliver? Those are some unusual names. How long have you two been together?"

"Actually—" I started, but was cut off by Oliver.

"Actually, this is our third anniversary." He gave me a look that read 'play along'.

"What is he thinking?" Brain asked.

"He just wants to have some fun. Go with it," the heart said.

"Really?" Karen asked.

I smiled. "Oh yeah, I just love him so much." I leaned my head on his shoulder and peeked up sweetly at him as he looked down adoringly at me.

"Oh." She put a hand over her heart. "Young love. Isn't that sweet?"

"This is not good," Brain said.

"Brain, you're right," Heart said.

"Really?"

"It's not good, it's excellent."