Thanks for the reviews! Now hold onto your seats because there's some drama in this chapter!

"Here we go, the world is spinning. When it stops, it's just beginning. Sun comes up, we all laugh…sun goes down, we all die…"

Lilly whimpered as we watched The Ring. She was sleeping over, and we'd made the stupid mistake of watching a horror movie at 2 am.

"Miley, I don't think I can take much more of this. Let's watch the rest in the morning, when its light outside and we're not the only ones awake in the house!"

"Yeah, I think you're right. This is starting to creep me out a little…"

"A little?" She eyed the popcorn I'd dropped on the floor when I jumped out of my seat once during the movie.

"Okay, a lot." I smirked. She turned the TV off and I put on some lights, yawning.

"Do you wanna go to sleep now?" I said drowsily. Her eyes widened.

"Heck no! I just drank three cans of red bull. It gives me wings!" She jumped off the couch, flapping her arms like an idiot. I rolled my eyes.

We walked upstairs to my room and I sat cross-legged on my bed, while she bounced excitedly around the room. Note to self: hide everything caffeinated when she comes over.

"Hey, you wanna play truth or dare?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders and trying to stop her little energy-fest.

"Duh, when don't I?"

I smiled maliciously and she cringed. "You have something planned for me, don't you?"

"Duh, when don't I?"

"Me first."

"Truth or dare, miss Lilly?"

"Dare. Might as well get this over with."

"I was hoping you'd say that!" I rubbed my hands together evilly. "Okay. So Luanne's asleep now. You have to sneak into her room, take a skimpy outfit from her suitcase, and—"

"Oh no, I'm not liking this…"

"…Then you have to put on the outfit, strut into Jackson's room, wake him up and say in your flirtiest voice, 'howdy cowboy!' "

She broke down laughing. "Are you serious?!"

I nodded, giggling hysterically. "You ready, cowgirl?"

She glared at me. "I'll get you for this. Mark my words."

She tip-toed across the hall to the guest room, and I peered after her. She grasped the doorknob and slowly started turning it, but stopped suddenly and put her ear to the door. She mouthed something to me, but it was too dark to see what she was saying. She continued to listen at the door for about a minute, and I looked at her anxiously. My curiosity was killing me, because her jaw dropped and her eyes became as big as tennis balls. She dashed over, coming back into my room and rushing to close the door behind her.

"Miley, your cousin Luanne is the source of all evil!"

"I knew that, but what did you hear?!"

"I never trusted that lying, wicked little—"

"Okay, I get it. Now tell me!"

"She's always been up to no good, I knew it from the start—"

"LILLY!"

"Sorry. Well anyway, she was talking to someone on the phone, and basically she told them that she was using Oliver to make YOU jealous!"

I just sat there, dumbfounded. Did Lilly just say what I think she said?

"Wait. Say that again. I almost thought you said she's using Oliver to make me jealous," I said with a chuckle.

"It's true!"

"No way."

"Uh huh. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this, Miles."

"Well, what else did she say?"

"She said that she's always envied you, what with your big career and adoring fans…but she wants to give you 'a taste of your own medicine.' "

"Oh, I'll give her a taste of something, all right." I clenched my hands into fists angrily. Lilly gasped.

"So you are jealous!"

"No I'm not! I'm just…"

"Jealous?"

"Argh! Stop!"

"Come on. Wake up and smell the coffee. Whenever you see Oliver and Luanne together, you're close to strangling both of them!"

"That's because I'm mad at Oliver for liking her, and I'm mad at Luanne for liking him! If I was jealous, I would be…"

"…Mad at Oliver for liking her, and mad at Luanne for liking him."

I let out a frustrated sigh. Why did everything she said have to make sense? But the realization hit me that I needed to let out the feelings that I'd been hiding. If I didn't, I'd surely go insane.

I finally exploded.

"You know what?! I AM jealous. I'm jealous that Luanne gets to give Oliver sweet little kisses. I'm jealous that they're always holding hands. I'm jealous that she can call him cute pet names, like Ollie-boo and Okie-bear. And you know WHY I'm jealous? It's because I like Oliver as more than a friend. I like how he always gives me that warm smile and hugs me after I perform as Hannah Montana. I like how he always gives me a shoulder to cry on when I'm having boy problems, no matter how awkward it is for him. I like how he can talk to me on the phone for two hours straight at 3 in the morning when I can't sleep. I just…like him! I like Oliver! No. I don't."

I took a deep breath.

"I LOVE OLIVER!"

I practically collapsed onto my bed. It felt so good to get all those emotions out after so long. And strangely, it made me happy that I could. I smiled, relieved.

But as my eyes wandered to the doorway, the smile was slowly wiped off my face.

Because there stood my beast of a cousin, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Uh-oh spaghettio! That could be an awkward situation. Anywayz, please review and give me some ideas for something evil that Luanne could do:D