Dear Diary Lenny,

Dear Diary Lenny,

This entire weekend, I couldn't stop thinking about Jake and how he felt. ALL of him. His lips, his hands, his chest, just to name a few. Thinking about Jake gives me the same ecstatic euphoria that performing as Hannah does. Filling the hole just deepens it and my need for more. Needless to say, when Jake asked me out again I said yes.

He called me on Sunday morning. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was still wearing my favorite pink bathrobe with my hair all wound up in a towel when I answered the phone. When Jake said hello, my heart did back flips. I felt revealed, even though I was only talking to him on the phone, I felt as if he knew I wasn't Hannah, I was a damp Miley wearing a robe.

This time, Jake didn't tell me where we were going. He just said to wear something like I wore to Le Fancy. I told him he still couldn't pick me up from my house, so he'll come and get me from the concert hall. I have a sound check there beforehand anyway.

I'm totally psyched about the date, but I still feel guilty about Oliver. What if he finds out Hannah and Jake went on a date last weekend? He won't know it's me, but when I turn a deep crimson, that will be hard to explain. I really want him to be my one and only love, but that would mean getting rid of Jake. Both boys have an appealing sensation connected with their presents. I can't imagine breaking up with either one of them. For now, I guess I've got the best of both worlds.

Back to my high school problems, Lilly has totally been checking Oliver out. The way she regards him with unusually heavily made-up eyes is disgusting. It's painfully obvious to everyone at school that Lilly feels the steam with Oliver. But, every time Lilly's going crazy over my man, I smile, remembering that Oliver is mine. Oliver is totally and completely and utterly and all other adverbs that mean the same thing as the previous three, mine. At least one of us in the relationship is faithful.

But, maybe not. Oliver has been acting almost nervous whenever I'm around him, like he just figured out I'm a lesbian, or cannibal, or some other psycho person. I'll have to talk to him about it soon, because this web is getting a little too tangled.

Your painfully twisted friend,

Miley Stewart