I haven't written in so long and it's good to be back. I hope you like this chapter! Oh, and if you haven't guessed, I still don't own Hannah Montana. Well, if I did, would I be wasting, I mean using my time to write on fanfiction? Maybe I would travel the world, or buy every shoe ever made… Okay, stopping my rant and continuing my chapter…
My heart pounded wildly as my face and Jake's grew closer. I got ready for a kiss, happiness filling my chest. I leaned in and- BANG! CRASH!
My eyes popped open, angrily searching for the interruption of my happy dream. I heard laughter coming from the bathroom.
Dana's head appeared at the bathroom doorway, and she giggled, "Sorry, I fell off the toilet."
She then erupted into uncontrollable laughter, but I was too tired to find this comical. I glanced at the clock which read 2:09 and quickly shut my eyes again.
This time, when I drifted off to sleep, my dream was very odd. I was again next to Jake and again began to lean in for a kiss, but was stopped by a guy with a sheet over his head. His voice was familiar, but I couldn't decide his identity. He begged me to forget Jake and remember him. I reached to lift the sheet from his head, but he disappeared.
I awoke to start my day and tried to forget the strange dream. It bothered me as I tried to do the day's activities and I tried to distract myself with the memory of swim the day before. I was finally provided with a real distraction when Lilly came running to me with two envelopes in her hand.
"From Olliver!" Lilly gasped, too out of breath to say any more.
I pealed open the envelope, a glad feeling in my heart. The letter said:
Dear Miley,
Hi. So, how's camp? How is the weather? Oh, screw this. I hate stupid formal letters. I know this is stupid because we haven't seen each other and stuff (YES I said, "and stuff") but I can't really think of anything else to say. And I would have erased that, but my eraser has been gone for awhile. But, I really miss you so come home soon.
Your donut,
Olliver
I grinned at Olliver's speech and glanced again at the mutilated letter. There were about a million eraser marks and cross-outs.
Lilly handed me her letter and said, "Wanna trade?"
We switched, and I couldn't help laughing out loud while reading Lilly's letter:
Dear (how could you ever be dear?) Lilly,
Hi. This summer, I am not dead yet. I didn't burn the house down or anything, like you predicted. So haha.
Olliver :P
I grinned and suddenly remembered seeing Olliver wipe away a tear when I told him I was going away for the summer.
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