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OMG HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE IS COMING OUT AT MIDNIGHT TOMORROW. Can you SENSE my excitement? I'm beating little girls out of line, if I have to.

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This was the first night in an extremely long time that I didn't dream of Miley Stewart, and I made sure of it personally. My mom didn't need to shake me awake today, either; I wasn't able to fall asleep. I stayed up all night. I'm not fully sure if it was because I was afraid of getting my hopes back up with in my dream-world, or if I just couldn't stop replaying what happened yesterday, in my head.

I began getting ready for another day of school at least a couple of hours earlier than I usually would, just to try to get myself to focus on anything else than the expression Miley had on her face, which I found to be impossible. Apparently getting burnt-in images out from behind your eyes is harder than most people give credit to. By the time my mother came in, I was sitting fully clothed, leaning against the headboard to my bed. My eyes were fixed on the air in front of me. She knew better than to ask questions, so she left back out of my room and closed the door quietly behind herself.

Today I didn't go over to Miley's house before school. I figured it'd be a wasted effort to try and explain myself. That, and I highly doubt she wanted to deal with this whole situation first thing in the morning. I didn't even have the enthusiasm to skate today. I must look naked without my board, to those who know well enough to know that I never go anywhere without that thing. It's not like I'd be able to ride it for a little while anyway, with this busted knee of mine. I limped all the way to school, hands buried deep in my pockets, looking as if there should be a rain cloud following behind me.

In the one class Miley and I share, she wouldn't even glance over at me. It looked like she was forcing her self to stare down at her desk the entire period, as if she were concentrating on making it levitate with her mind. For all my other classes I just laid my head down on my desk, engulfing it in my arms. It's not like I'd miss anything important. Between classes I tried to run up to Miley at her locker, or during lunch, but once she caught a glimpse of me coming towards her, she sped off in the opposite direction. Is it so horrible to know that your best friend is infatuated with you, really? I don't know how I'm supposed to fix anything, if she won't give me the chance.

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Miley continued to avoid me for the rest of the week. That didn't stop me from trying to talk to her every chance I could, though. I got barely an hour of sleep every night, since this whole ordeal started, because once a dream would form Miley's face would appear in it. She'd either kick me off from a cliff, into a ditch, or throw something poisonous at me. Once I was hit by any number of things, I'd immediately jump up in my bed, not being able to fall back asleep. Apparently depression effects you while you sleep, too.

The weekend crept up on me, making it a tad more difficult to be able to get into any contact with Miley. Walking over to her house wasn't really an option, because I knew that she probably wouldn't even open the front door to me. I tried calling her over and over again, but I got nothing. This has been the longest that we haven't spoken to each other. Even when we would get into little spats, they usually wouldn't take longer than a day or two to resolve.

I wasted the weekend away on the television. That probably wasn't the greatest of things to do, considering that every time I flipped the channel or a commercial came on, Miley's face, in the form of Hannah Montana, popped up. Torture, torture, torture. I needed to find a way to talk to her. I began trying to devise a plan to catch her alone, but Miley is one of those girls that never strays too far without having a shadow. I figured the best time to do so would be in the morning, while she was at her locker. Good thing tomorrow is Monday.

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I ran off to school early this morning, just to be safe that I got there before Miley did. Once I got through the entrance, I darted around the corner by her locker (well, as fast as my bum-knee would allow me to hop), and waited for her arrival. A good fifteen minutes passed before I spotted her. I peeked out from the corner, watching her gracefully walk in my direction. Don't even think about watching her in slow-mo. You've got business to do. I watched Miley step up to her locker and swing her long, beautifully curled hair over one shoulder, before going to put in the combination to her locker. I nearly forgot what I was doing, from how easily entranced I get just by looking at her. My heart sprints into a marathon of humming beats, right as I take my first step towards the girl. This could go either way; I'm hoping to at least remain as her friend. I don't think I can live without Miley in my life.

I slowly limp towards her, being very cautious not to let her sense that I'm in the area. I stop about a foot behind her, seeing her take out one book from her locker, before replacing it with another from her bag. Here we go...

"Miley." I attempt to get her attention. She doesn't say anything, but I can see her shoulders rise slightly. She must recognize my voice. She closes her locker door, then turns around to face me. The second our eyes meet I feel as if I just indulged in a craving that I've been going through withdrawals for, for what felt like an eternity. She wore that same, scared look on her face, just as she did the day my life began going down-hill. And like clockwork, my luck just happened to let the first bell ring. Almost instantly, the herds appeared, like they do every morning.

"I have to go." Before she could even take one step away from me, I grabbed her by the arm, keeping her in place between the wall of lockers and me. I shook my head, begging her with my eyes to talk to me, as the halls began to empty out.

"Look, I'm sorry. I knew that you'd freak out, which is why I never intended on letting you find out about this." I loosened my grip on her arm, for fear of hurting her. Her expression went from scared, to enraged, within a second. She violently pulled her arm away from my grasp.

"Why would you even think like that?" Miley exclaimed, radiating frustration. "Do you really think so lowly of me, that you can't trust me with your feelings? I'm your friend Lilly, but obviously that means nothing to you."

"Of course it does, you don't even understand!" I shouted at her, then looked away. That shocked Miley into silence, since the rising of my voice was not a common thing to her ears. I began my rant, keeping my eyes on the floor to my left. "I can't just tell you how I feel, as if it's some simple little thing! I can't allow my stupid emotions to potentially ruin the greatest thing that I have going for me. What am I supposed to do, just allow you to know how I feel about you? How every time we're together, I can't help but wish that there was some way to let you see me as more than just a friend? Because it's so easy to tell your best friend that you've fallen for them, right? It is by no means THAT simple, Miley. But I guess it doesn't matter anymore, because you already know, and now all I can do is accept the conseque-" I was cut off. Miley did the very last thing I would have expected from her, sending my head into an upward spiral. She placed her palm on the side of my diverted face and in one swift motion she pulled me into a passionate, yet surprisingly soft kiss.

All I could do is melt into the feel of her lips. I made no effort in trying to question what was happening, for fear of having her realize that she had made a mistake in her bold move. Mere seconds later, Miley separated herself from me, taking a step back in order to see the reaction on my face. I allowed my eyes to remain shut for an additional moment, before reopening them to see the girl I care so deeply for, staring back at me. She then shoved me backwards, just enough to make me stumble a few steps. Miley walked off towards her class. I kept my gaze on her the whole time, in astonishment. Just before she got out of ear-shot, I heard her say something that sounded like 'We can finish this talk after school', without turning around.

I shouted out behind her. "Okay, I'll see you then!" If she wasn't facing the opposite direction, I'd be able to see a large smile taking up half her face. Once she turned the corner, I backed up into the lockers on the opposing wall of Miley's, and my, locker. I looked up at the ceiling, let out a long sigh, and slid to the ground. I brought a hand up to my lips, still being able to feel that kiss. This is way better than any dream. I looked around the empty halls with a smile that I wouldn't be able to wipe off, even if I wanted to.

With a nice slap from reality, I remembered that the halls were free of students because they were all supposed to be in their classes. I heard a loud, distinct ring of a bell, signaling the beginning of first period. I jumped up instantly, hopping as fast as I could to US History. No, no, no. I can't get detention now, of all days!