Oliver's thoughts
Miley went on the date with Jake a couple of days ago. I guess things went ok? I don't know. Neither of them would really spill anything about it. So it could've gone terribly. Miley could hate Jake now. They could've split. Maybe Miley confessed to Jake that she's desperately in love with me…
Am I jealous? No, I'm so not jealous. There's not a jealous bone in my body. Some arm bones, and leg bones, yeah. But no jealous ones. My eyes aren't turning green. They're brown. Just like they're supposed to be.
I'M NOT JEALOUS THAT MILEY LIKES JAKE INSTEAD OF ME! Stop pressuring me!
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Alright. You win. Maybe I'm a little jealous. But, how can I help it? Miley's…Miley! And Hannah. But mostly Miley. And Miley's beautiful, and smart, and talented, and incredible and…and I seriously need to get a hobby, you know that? I mean, I spent two years totally obsessed with Hannah Montana. I loved her. And then when I found out that Miley was Hannah, I never stopped loving Hannah. I just started to love the girl underneath the wig too.
And it isn't fair that Jake freaking Ryan had to ask her out before I got to. And don't you dare not believe me when I tell you that I totally was going to…eventually. Honestly! I was going to ask when…well, alright. So I always intended to ask her out, but…I never managed to get up the nerve.
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? I admit I'm a coward. And it's like…scientifically proven that cowards never get the girl. I need to formulate a plan, I need to grow a backbone, and man, I need to go to the gym. Why would Miley like me? Me, who wore inflatable muscles to the first day of high school (which totally didn't help me at all. I got a total of zero phone numbers that day.)
I guess it doesn't really matter though. No matter how much I work out, Miley would never like me. Not with Jake Ryan around. I don't have a chance next to him…
