How did I get myself into this? Why the hell did I say that I'd tell him tonight? Even if it did get Miley and Jake and Adam and... whoever else was in on it off of my back for a bit. I still have to tell him! Like... within the next six hours. Because it is now seven o'clock at night, and if I do not tell him before midnight... well, I have no idea what will happen. But it can't be good. Miley is not a person to cross. She might kill me or something. Not good.

I lean back against the bathtub. The bathroom is actually an ideal place to come to escape. There are TV cameras everywhere else, so where else am I going to get a bit of peace and quiet? It might seem weird, but seriously, it isn't. Not when you've spent about a week in a house. Six days. Whatever.

My face looks back at me in the mirror opposite me, and the dawning of what I was going to do fell upon me again. It keeps coming back to me, in waves. Waves of total and utter fear. No matter how many times Adam tries to reassure me, I still have this dreading feeling hanging over me. Like a rain cloud or something.

See, Oliver has been my best friend forever. He really has. And I could be about to ruin all of that by saying a few little sentences. I don't know if I'll be able to deal if that happens. So honestly, all the reassurance in the world won't help. He could laugh at me. He could be totally mortified by what I say. He could never want to talk to me again. Or... he could love it. He could want it to happen. And then in a few months, he could totally change his mind, break up with me and then we'd drift apart and never speak again. Which would be much worse than anything else.

I groaned, and shut my eyes, sliding down to sit on the tiled bathroom floor. "What have I gotten myself into?"

A bang on the door made my eyes snap open, and I rolled my eyes at the voice that followed it.

"Lilly! I know you're in there, and I know what you're hiding from, and I know that you cannot stay in there forever!" Miley yelled, still banging. God, did she think I was suddenly deaf?

"What is it Miley?" I called back after a few seconds of mulling over how to handle this. I couldn't look like I was hiding, because then she might try and help. And no offence to Miley, but when she tries to help... things don't always go smoothly. I mean, I love her, but she isn't the smoothest of people. Her plans always make life interesting.

"I could ask you the same question! Don't make me get Jake to break down the door. He's a zombie slayer, and he will do it!" Miley threatened, though I think she intended it to sound a whole lot more threatening than it did. Jake may act like a zombie slayer, but I highly doubt that he'll break down a door if it could mean messing up his hair. Or breaking a nail.

I almost said that. But managed to resist at the last minute. "I'm coming out in a second. Jeez, can't a girl get some privacy when she's in the bathroom anymore?"

"Not when she's totally hiding," Miley said, and I knew that she was just about to set up camp outside the door until I ventured outside.

Ugh.

I got up, took one last look in the mirror, and then pulled open the door, looking at her expectantly. "What?"

"Are you going to be social today, or is the scenery in the bathroom better than looking at everyone here?" Miley asked, one eyebrow raised.

I bit my lip, hiding a smirk. "Do you honestly want me to answer that question?"

She didn't answer, just rolled her eyes at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me to the door of the living room, where I assumed everyone else was hanging out, watching TV or something.

Before we stepped into the room, I managed to wrench my arm from her grip and stop still.

"What is it?" she asked, though I'm not sure why she had to.

"I'll give you one guess," I replied, a slight sarcastic tone to my voice. Was I nervous? Nervous as hell.

Miley sighed, and turned to look at me, sympathy evident in her eyes. "Adam told me everything. And I know that I'm just as bad as you, believe me. But I made a promise to myself that if you could tell Oliver, then I could tell Jake. So tell him! You have nothing to be nervous about."

Oh. Well that's just great. So now if I don't tell Oliver, then my best friend may never be in her perfect relationship. But, if I do tell Oliver, then all of those horrible scenarios that have been running through my head in the last twenty-four hours may become a reality. Talk about pressure.

This was obviously evident in my face, and she sighed again. "Lilly. I know that I suck as far as relationships are concerned, and that hello! I should just tell Jake that I like him. But I think that I'm thinkin' the same things that you are. And I can safely tell you that you do not have to worry about any of them."

"Neither do you," I muttered.

"I just... I've seen this between you guys for so long. And I promised myself that I'd do something about it in this house. Hell, it was what got us into this house. So... I wanted to ensure it happened. Hence... this whole thing."

I rolled my eyes, but resigned myself to my fate. So, stepping in front of her, I pushed open the door to the room.

And stopped dead.

There, right in front of me, was Crystal deep in conversation with Oliver. And, just as everyone else had noticed my presence in the room, Crystal Amstell leaned forward and kissed Oliver Oken.

Dammit.

I didn't stick around long enough to see anything else. Barging past Miley and her shocked expression, I practically ran down the corridor, and back into the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Where I could cry without the cameras.

Update very soon. Very, very soon. Possibly even tonight, because even though I have an exam tomorrow, there are too many creative buzzes in my brain right now.