Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, imagine that.

Oliver's fingers had been intertwined with mine for about the past fifteen minutes. All the sounds of the party, the music, the talking, I wasn't hearing a single bit of it. Oliver's touch was giving me this... feeling. Like suddenly my lips were being stretched into this smile and I couldn't stop giggling.

"Hannah?" I heard Oliver say, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Hm?" I asked as my eyes shot up to the two Baker twins who occasionally came to these kinds of parties.

"I said are you planning on coming to London for the spring fashion show," One of the twins asked as she pushed a blond strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Oh, no. I've got a lot of singings and appearances around that time, so... uh. no," I said shaking my head. She pressed her glossed lips together, nodded then turned on her Gucci heal to walk away. I noticed Oliver glancing over at me but I averted my stare from his. I didn't want to look at him. I knew the moment I laid eyes on him the stupid thoughts of me loving him would reappear in my mind. And Lord knows, I don't need that.

As the night carried on Lola began talking it up with some guy who looked like he belonged on a catwalk in New York. Oliver continuously tried to talk to me but I would normally just try to shake his conversation started off. I can't speak to him. Does he not understand that. I wanted to leave this party and go home. Normally I love going to Hannah parties. But, just something about this one made me want to leave.

The minute that hour hand struck eight, I was literally dragging Oliver and Lily back to the limo. Where we once again sat in silence the entire way home.

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"and lets all give a big welcome to Hannah Montana and her current love interest, Oliver Oken!" The TV host yelled as she motioned her arm in the direction of the front stage entrance. Oliver and I walked out, hand in hand. After The blond host shook hands with Oliver and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek we both sat down on the black leather couch.

"So how does it feel to be the most talked about couple in hollywood?" She asked as she crossed her legs and placed her manicured hand on her knee.

"It's a bit different walking into a room and suddenly having ten to twenty teenage girls throw themselves at me but you know..." Oliver paused as he grabbed my hand in his.

"... It's all worth it," He said staring directly in my eyes. It sent a chill down my spine. Those piercing hazel eyes locked with mine, gave me a sensation that I couldn't explain. I flashed him a smile and gave his hand a squeeze before looking back over at the host.

"And Ms. Montana would you say that you love Oliver?" She asked tugging at the hem on her skirt. I glanced back over at Oliver. That same thoughtful smile still stained his lips.

"Definitely," I said away from the microphone attached to my pink shirt. Causing a few camera men to snarl at me and whispers to break the silence the audience once held. But I didn't care. Oliver and my eyes were locked and no one could break our stares apart.

"You two are just the cutest couple!" I heard the host say.

"Oliver, good Lord, just kiss her already!" she said suddenly. Oliver tore his stare away form mine for a brief moment to look back at the host. Then his eyes met mine once more and before I could even register in my head what was going on. Our faces were moving closer and closer until finally our lips met closing that gap that had separated us for so long. As the kiss broke apart after what seemed like eternity Oliver slid his lips over to my ear. His lips brushed against my skin as he whispered,

"I love you Miley,"

My fantasies were interrupted by the buzzing of my alarm clock. I didn't want that dream to end. Unlike the others, Oliver had said he loved me. And not the alternate ego Hannah Montana me. The real, Miley Stewart me. As smile was planted on my lips. It was a smile that a couldn't seem to erase. In fact, I didn't even slam the snooze button as I normally did ever Monday morning before school. I actually pulled my self out of bed and hopped into the shower, and got dressed all in a record time of thirty minutes. After deciding on a pink polo shirt and a pair of jeans with flip-flops I walked downstairs to see Jackson sitting at the kitchen table half asleep with a nearly empty plate of daddy's chocolate ship pancakes in front of him. Daddy was standing in front stove making more pancakes for me I assumed.

"Morning Daddy," I said cheerfully as I walked into the kitchen and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Well isn't someone in a cheery mood," Daddy said as he glanced over at me. I smiled at him and walked over to the fridge to grab some orange juice. I poured myself a glass and walked over to the kitchen table.

"Good morning Jackson!" I said happily.

"Don't tell me there's another yumaliscious boy in science class again!" Jackson said not bother to pick his head up from the table where it currently rested. I rolled my eyes.

"No, can't I stand to be in a good mood with out some hottie from class being in the picture?" I asked him.

"Well, yes. But I've yet to see a time where you're happy at seven, thirty on a Monday morning without a boy being involved," Daddy said as he placed a few pancakes on a plate for me.

"Well, you both are wrong because as a matter of fact this morning I am just happy, because," I said through my smiling lips. Even though Daddy and Jackson were both right, I wasn't letting them know that. I walked over to the stove to grab my plate from Daddy. I flashed him a smile and then walked back over to the table where I sat down and began eating.

"we all wanna believe in love, we all wanna believe in something, that's bigger than just us," I sang quietly to myself. I was in a very, sing-y kind of mood at that moment.

"Dad, she's singing!" Jackson shouted still from his same position, with his head face down on the table.

"Oh bud, you've got it bad," Dad said shaking his head and looking over at me.

"What have I got? Why do you both think that just because I'm happy their has to be a boy involved?" I said angrily. Jackson and Daddy exchanged confused glances.

"Well your wrong! You're both so wrong!" I said as I glanced back down to eat my pancakes. Even though I knew in my heart that they were both right. Oh so veryright.

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"Why good-morning Lily!" I said as I shoved my geometry book into my locker. Lily had just walked up beside me. She wore an oversize white sweat shirt with a pair of plaid bermudas and vans. She shot me a curious look.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked as she began to unlock her locker.

"God, why does everyone think that something is wrong with me?" I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Because it's eight o'clock on a Monday morning and your..." she paused as she tried to think of the right word to describe my mood, "... perky," she finished. I kept quiet. Not really sure what to say to her.

"Heck, I haven't seen you this happy since Eric Rayner said hi to you in..." her voice trailed off as a smirk started to come across her face.

"This is because of Oliver isn't it?" she said pointing a finger at me. I let out a fake laugh and glanced over at her.

"No! Why would you think that?" I asked her.

"It's because of that kiss isn't it?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Ya of course Lily that's it, I'm madly in love wi... Oliver!" I said surprised, as soon as I saw Oliver starting to walk over to Lily and me. He gave us a weak smile and then walked over to his locker and started stuffing his books away. Lily winked at me causing me to shoot her an evil stare.

"Okay well, I'll just leave you two alone," Lily said quietly as she turned to walk away from us. I rolled my eyes.

"Can you believe her?" I asked Oliver, pointing back in the direction Lily had walked off to.

"Ya..." Oliver said unusually quiet.

"Miles look I really need to talk to you..." He said looking over at me. His text book for chemistry still in his hand. I opened my mouth to say something. What, I don't know. But luckily before any words could escape my gaping mouth the bell rang.

"Oh, look the bell, I've gotta go," I said as I quickly walked off to geometry leaving Oliver by his locker looking... what's the right word... uh... well. Hurt.

The whole day Oliver kept on trying to talk to me. Between every class, ever period we had together. I even ended up hiding in the library during lunch saying I had some huge essay in english that I had to work on. I couldn't face him. I wasn't ready yet. Because every time he opened his mouth to talk, I saw those lips. The same lips that had crashed into mine a little over a week ago. And then those deep brown eyes and that hair, that I had imagined running my fingers through so many times. And then that face. The face that I had kissed over, and over, and over again in the dreams I had been having. Everything about him sent chills down my spine. I began looking at him in a way I never had before. I had become obsessed for his touch or every time he walked by me and accidently brushed an arm or a finger tip against my bare skin... okay, I need to stop. This is ridiculous totally ridiculous, and pathetic. I shook my head. I needed to stop dwelling over this.

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It was about nine o'clock at night I had finished most of my homework during lunch when I was hiding in the library. I needed to get my mind off things so I tried to write a song, but the only possible words in my mind at that moment were pathetic loser who's in love with her best friends by the name of Oliver and that obviously wasn't going to top the charts. So I tried to sleep but whenever I closed my eyes I saw his face, well that and the magazine cover of me and him kissing. So I did the only thing that was left, I decided to take a walk on the beach. Daddy was asleep so I knew he wouldn't realize I was gone. I quietly walked downstairs and then out the front door. I pulled the loose sweatshirt tighter around my body as the cool ocean breeze hit my skin. I slowly walked down the the beach and began walking.

My mind echoed with my thoughts as the waves crashed up against the sandy shore. What if this had never happened? I would have never started liking Oliver and he would have never started liking me. I wished that I would have just changed the stupid limo. How stupid am I? This is all my fault, everything is my fault. The fact that Oliver and I aren't friends anymore the fact that I think I love Oliver and can't keep a straight face about it... I sighed and whispered to myself.

"And the fact that I'm in love with my best friend,"

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A/N: I'm so sorry for two things. #1 for the long wait for the update. #2 that I'm putting off the major drama for one more chapter. Sorry! I was going to have it be this chapter but I started the set-up for it and I just decided it would be a good place to stop at. I swear to you that it will be next chapter.

Well anyways my brother and dad decided to go out tonight so I had sometime by myself at the hotel and I wrote a whole lot and I'm nearly finished with a bunch of my updates so keep an eye out for them!

Thank you so much for reading and sorry for saving the drama for next chapter. I hate doing this to you guys. lol. I was really surprised by the amount of reviews I got last chapter so I'm really hoping to get to 100 this one. Only 16 reviews! come on guys! we can do it! lol. anyway I will try and update ASAP. thanks again for reading.