A/N: This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but I decided to make it a twoshot. So...how's it? Should I continue it into a fully-fledged story? Or is it better if I leave it at this? I'm desperately awaiting your reviews...meanwhile, please check out my other stories too...longing for more reviews there as well!

Well, less blabbering, more story!!

Oh, now I've had it! This is me, old Oken, signing in into my journal.

And I can't believe what I'm actually gonna ink down.

No, I won't write it down.

But I have to. Something urges me to write this down.

Well...here it is, though I can't believe I just admitted this to myself-

I'm sadly smitten by the donut.

Who's the donut, you may wonder. As dim you may be, I sit here patiently, totally willing to expand that one sentence up there. The crazy, totally unbelievable truth is that I have inexplicably fallen for my best friend, Lilly Truscott. Ironic, I know. Since she's my donut. The person who's rather fondly known as the donut. Although I too happen to have the same nickname.

See? We even have the same nicknames!

Confusing, I know. But my head is just a whirlwind of crazy thoughts. Confusions. Choices. Come on, how is it earthly possible to fall for the person you hate and love the most?? This mess is seriously too much for a mere fourteen year old like me. I wonder who on earth, or rather, what on earth made this happen. All of a sudden, I find myself joking and talking a bit too loudly, or maybe laughing a bit too much for the occasion, or maybe desperately trying to calm my insides which happen to be jumping madly, just at the mere sight of old Truscott! And yet, I enjoy it so when I throw insults at her and see her get all bothered and furious.

Anyway, on with the happenings.

My other best friend, Miley Stewart slash Hannah Montana, sat outside Rico's, licking on the yummiest ice cream ever in the whole world. Beside her was-guess who? My li'l donut, licking an identical ice cream.

I ambled up to them as cheerfully as I could, trying my utter best not to even glance at the girl in white tees and cargos beside Miley. The poor girl, her ice cream fell on the sand and nobody gave a hoot. Including me, because if I did, then someone would probably smell a rat.And that meant, of course, my donut.

You don't know how tough it was restraining myself from going up to her and comforting her, saying that it will be alright, that I'll most willingly buy her another ice cream, and her hugging me and sobbing into my chest, and me patting her head...

EW!!! How did I even think of that???

Oh, the quirk of my fate!!

Back to the happenings.

And then came the greetings. Lilly, of course, piped up a chirpy "Hey donut!", and I summoned up my courage and gave her a punch in return.

Stupid me. I couldn't even find a proper retort.

So, to collect myself and make it seem as though I'm all cool even though I was getting all sweaty and tingly, I made up the worst joke ever to hit this planet- that Amber was transferring from Malibu High School.

Miley, being the clueless, girly one, jumped up at once, all excited. But of course, my donut, as sharp as ever, caught me and my stupid yarn. Ouch.

And then she did the weirdest thing- she gave me an advice on how to trick. It went something like, "Tricking is an art", blah blah blah.
But I didn't listen. I just gazed. At her.

Boy, what am I saying??? This is old Oken, for crying out loud!! Get a grip on yourself, Oliver!!

But I have to admit, it was refreshing to see some sensible words escape her. Because she, being the ditzy skater she is, is usually full of wild theories and madcap chats. But that's who she is, and that's what makes her so lovable.

Lovable? Her? Ew.

See what I mean when I say I'm in two minds? A part of me hates her like mad, and a part of me...well...I just cannot write that down!!! I must not!!! But you know what I mean.

Wait. Who am I convincing? A silly old journal?

Weird me.

Ah well.

Anyway, then I shot back some sarcastic reply. And then, Miley had to distract me with the amazing adventures of Travis the Cockroach Eater. Oh man, was this annoying or what!

But I played along. Actually, I didn't exactly play along, I kinda enjoyed it. Heck, I'm a guy and guys are more interested in cockroach eaters than...you know...donuts.

But I'm not.

Am I?

Oh, whoever it is who is playing this very cruel trick on me, will you stop it now??? I'm being torn apart!!

So anyway, I could tell the poor donut was really getting bored. But she didn't open her mouth. I guess she preferred to sit there, hands cupping her chin, gazing at me.

Wait. Did I say gazing? Why was she gazing? And that too, at me? Hmm...

Maybe...

No way!!

Aargh!!!! I'm really getting puzzled and frustrated!!

Will you stop it???

You refers to whoever is trying to tear my mind apart.

Who am I convincing again???

Oh man!! I'm actually stuck here writing complete, utter nonsense in my good-for-nothing yellowing journal!!!This whole crazy donut obsession is really winding me up!!!

Wait. It's not just an obsession. It's...ew...can't even get myself to write this down. But I think you can figure it out on your own.

Well, I hope you enjoy witnessing a tormented guy lamenting. But I wasn't actually lamenting, was I? I was...grumbling. About being smitten by the complete donut.

My destiny, I guess.