My brain is not damaged, but in need of some repair

"Lilly!" Miley's voice rang through my empty house, and almost gave me a heart attack. So much for listening to music quietly. Not that the music was very quiet anyway.

She knocked on my bedroom door, and then opened it, walking in and sitting on the bed. "Lilly! I have big news! What are you listening to?"

I quickly shut down the window on my computer, and the music stopped. Then I turned to her, and raised my eyebrows. "News please?"

"Okay, but I want you to tell me what happened to you and Oliver last night. Because you weren't on the beach that I live next to. I changed my mind, and went out to meet you, and you weren't there," Miley said, looking at me as if she were trying to read my mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miles," I felt bad. Okay, so it wasn't our fault, but she wanted to meet us on the beach, and we had gone to the beach that - as far as I knew - she didn't know about. "We went to our beach."

She raised her eyebrows at this, and I could tell that she wanted to know what I was talking about.

"Y'see, when we were eight, Oliver found this, um, beach, and since then, it's been our beach. Um, so when we say we're going to the beach, we usually mean ours. If we'd known you would change your mind..." I trailed off, letting Miley fill in the obvious in that sentence.

"Wow. You'll have to take me to your beach sometime," Miley smiled.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

Absolutely? Why, if I was saying 'absolutely', was I thinking of excuses not to take her? It was me and Oliver's beach... not Miley's.

But it wasn't. The beach didn't belong to us. Miley was perfectly free to go there if she wanted to. And not taking her would be selfish.

But then she might think it was her beach too.

Ugh. Lilly, get over it! It's a beach!

Miley looked at me strangely, as I mentally argued with myself. I finished, and smiled at her, trying to pretend that I hadn't just been fighting with...me.

"Anyway. What's your big news?" I asked, folding my feet up underneath myself on the chair.

"Oh," she remembered, and her face fell. "Well, Hannah Montana has recently been scheduled to do a very short notice... summer tour."

It took me a few seconds to work out what she was saying. "You're going on tour?"

She nodded. "My dad arranged it. Even seventeen pretties in front of please couldn't change his mind. So it's just you and Oliver for two weeks. Starting next week. Is that okay?"

"Do I have any other choice?" I asked, a smile on my face. But inside... two weeks. Just me and Oliver. Well... not all the time, obviously. But no Miley.

But no Miley was okay, right? I mean, me and Oliver had been best friends for ages before Miley came into the picture. We were usually together, with nobody else.

Yet, since Miley had come... I'd changed. I guess. I mean, how else can I explain the mix of feelings that I get when Oliver says something stupid? I mean, part of me just wants to slap him, and then the other part... I don't know what the other part wants me to do.

That's just growing up. I haven't spent as much time with Oliver as I'd like to, so I feel different when I'm around him.

That doesn't explain the sparks.

Again, I stopped myself from getting into a serious argument with the other side of my brain, and looked at Miley, who was looking at me strangely. Again.

"I was talking to you, but you looked like you were far away..." Miley said, dragging out the last two words.

"Sorry," I apologised, and then nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I mean it's Oliver, why wouldn't I be okay with hanging out with Oliver? I mean he's my best friend, aside from you of course, and I've known him since I was about five, so why wouldn't I be okay with spending two weeks with him? Well, the best part of two weeks, because obviously he's not gonna be with me every second, right?"

Miley raised her eyebrows. "Lilly? You okay?"

I stopped myself, and breathed. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm in a talking mood... and you're the first person I've talked to."

"Right," Miley said, after looking at me for a few seconds. Then she shook her head. "Anyway, what were you listening to?"

"Oh. Um...Aerosmith," I admitted, and laughed at the reaction on Miley's face. It wasn't disgust... just shock.

"Doesn't Oliver listen to that music?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. He requested that I listen to them last night at the beach. He promised he'd let me have control of the radio station next time we were in his car."

Obviously he had said nothing of the sort, but I could spin it slightly.

"So you listened to them?" Miley laughed. "I would have just told him that I had."

I tried to think of a reply. "Yeah... but you know Oliver. He'll quiz me. On lyrics, chord progression..."

"Oliver doesn't know what chord progression is," Miley wrinkled her nose. "Come to think of it, neither do you."

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't think of a reply to that, so I just stood up, and pulled her arm. "C'mon, let's go break the news to Oliver. Two weeks with me? Think he'll be happy or not?"

Miley laughed. "Well if he isn't, he isn't going to admit it is he?"

"Probably not. He knows that we'll hurt him," I smiled.

"But I'm sure he'll be fine with it. He survived the first few years, didn't he?" Miley joked, and I nodded. "Where do you think he'll be?"

I raised my eyebrows, as we ran down the stairs. "Where he usually is..."

My goal of updating once every day is going well; I just hope it continues this well. Review and I'll update tomorrow for sure.