A/N- So here's the deal. I felt insanely bad for having you guys wait so long for an update. I've been telling my best friend every day for likeever that I need to update. This chapter took me forever. So, because I made you wait so long, I wrote an extra long chapter that has Christy and romance, since no one is ever satisfied with one or the other. LOL :D I probably wouldn't be satisfied either. Here is a super long chapter, and it also begins more Christy stuff, sure to be important later. Thanks so much for everyone who's been patient, and those who review. I love reviews:D

"That's your necklace?" Oliver asked. I still could barely believe my eyes. It took me a second to be able to speak.

"Oh yeah, that is definitely it," I said. "How is this happening? How does she have my necklace?"

"Wait! Go back!" Lilly pointed at the TV and started jumping up and down. "Did you see that? Did you see that guy? Wasn't that Mr. Stewart's hat?"

"What?"I looked closely at the TV, but all I saw was Christy. "Where—"

"Wait! Go back I said!" Lilly started yelling at the TV, as if it would rewind all by itself. "It was right there! Hey!"

"Lilly, calm down," Oliver said, as he quickly searched for the remote. "Miley has DVR remember? We can just rewind it." He pressed the rewind button and his eyes focused intently on the TV. Christy was singing all over again and it annoyed me. Instead of listening this time, I watched closely for my dad's hat.

"Tell me when…" I warned Lilly. Then I looked at one of the guys in the background. He wasn't wearing a hat, but he had sunglasses on that were extremely familiar. "The dancer's sunglasses," I said flatly. Oliver looked at me with an alarmed look. Suddenly my head hurt. Lilly started yelling again, which made it even worse. "There! Right there! It's exactly like his hat!"

Oliver, hearing what I had said, unlike Lilly, who was paying close attention to the hat, shook his head.

"This is extremely uncool."

Lilly nodded. "Did you see it? It was there."

And I had seen it. It had been a guy in the background too, right next to the guys with my sunglasses. It was my dad's hat. I would've known it anywhere, just like my necklace. "This is bad guys, it really is," I said. I put my hand on my head, trying to control the constant throbbing. I was so confused, I really was. What was happening? Why did this Christy girl have my things? Where would she even get them? It's not like she could like sneak into my house or something, right? Why would—

"Miles, I think you need to sit down." I took my hand away from my face and saw Oliver's cute worried look right in front of me. I blinked. "Come on Miley," he took my hand and pulled me to the couch.

"Christy, I think you just need to shut up! Hey dude! That is special Hannah Montana property! Yeah, that's right!" Lilly was still getting worked up in front of the TV.

"Hey! Lilly, please just sit. I think we need to chill for a second." Oliver let go of my hand and stood up, just as Lilly sat down. "Okay, let's just think for a second. I know we saw those things, but how do we know that they're Hannah things?"

I thought about this. How did I know? "Well," I started, thinking as I went along. "I know that necklace is mine. My dad gave it to me when I went to New York for the NYC Music Concert. I was so excited. I'm sure I would recognize it. I know it's mine."

Oliver looked like he was thinking incredibly hard. "What about the hat?"

Lilly answered, and thankfully, she was calm now. "We all know what the hat looks like. Mr. Stewart wears it to like every Hannah event."

"Good point," Oliver said, "And the glasses?"

I thought, but my head was still pounding. I stood up. "They are mine! I know all of that stuff is! Its all stuff I bought or picked out as Hannah Montana. I would recognize all of those things! This is soweird!"

"I know! It's really creepy!" Lilly agreed.

Oliver was looking right at me, but his eyes seemed far away. I was sure he was thinking still. "I think we need to tell your dad."

"My dad?" I said. "Oh yes." I said after a minute. "I think you're right."

My dad was reading the newspaper on the back porch. I opened up the door. The sky was gray and it was drizzling a little. It obviously didn't affect my dad, because he was just sitting there like normal. "Dad, can you come in here for a second? I think we have a problem."

A few minutes later he was watching the TV with a very puzzled look on his face. "I don't know. I mean, the whole thing seems right. That's exactly like my hat and your necklace and the sunglasses. Itis really strange. We can't find those things either."

Oliver, Lilly and I were just watching him, hoping he could make some sense into the situation.

"But then again, I don't know Miley," he said. "Why would she steal our stuff? It's not like she doesn't have enough money. I'm sure if she's doing a music video on this channel, she's getting paid. Plus, we don't know it's actually ours. Anyone could've easily gotten a brown hat like that."

"Dad," I said simply. "It's ours. I'm sure."

My dad was silent for a second. The three of us were still staring at him, like he was going to fix it. He noticed this and shrugged. "What?"

"Daddy, what are we going to do?" I asked.

"What do you want me to do?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Pshhh, well, uh. I don't know! You're a dad, you have to fix this! She has my stuff!" I said. "We need to go find her or something! I want it back!"

My dad just shook his head. "Miles, you can't just go meet some weird celebrity and ask for their stuff, even if you think it's yours."

While I was thinking about this Lilly brought something else up.

"What about the whole 'watch out' vibe going on with Christy?" Lilly mentioned.

"Yeah, like the whole thing with the interview." Oliver said, "And the Internet."

I looked all three of them. "I want my stuff back."

"Miley we get it." Lilly said. "But how are we going to do it?"

I squinted my eyes as my brain worked fast and furious. "Is there any way we could meet her? I really want my necklace back, more than anything else. It reminds me of New York and how much fun it was. Dad gave it to me and it's special. I want it back. Now."

My dad just looked at me. "Miley, I know you want it back. But how are we going to get it? Just show up on her doorstep?"

"Yes! I will and you know it!"

"I don't know how that's going to work out…"

"Wait!" Lilly's voice boomed. "What about the concert in San Francisco this weekend? Won't she be there?"

We all just looked at her. I broke the silence. "What concert?"

"The Beach Party Rock Concert? I thought we were going." Lilly looked just as confused as I felt.

I looked at Dad. "The Beach Party Rock Concert?"

He scratched his chin. "I completely forgot about that…"

"About what? What concert?" I said again. I didn't even know what they were talking about.

"There is this concert in Sac Francisco. I was supposed to call and get Hannah Montana a spot. I completely forgot though." My dad said.

"The concert is this big beach party and at the end the best performer wins. All the hot stars are going to be there. I'm sure Christy will be there too." Lilly explained.

I didn't understand it all but I knew one thing. There was a concert with a bunch of stars, Christy included, and I wasn't necessarily going.

Yet.

"Dad, I need to be there. Will you call and try to get Hannah a spot?" I asked, trying my best not to sound demanding.

"I'll try Bud, but I'm not sure."

I smiled, although I still was kind of freaking out. "Dad, you know those guys always listen to you. Besides, I'm Hannah Montana." I laughed at myself.

My dad left to go get me a spot in the concert. Lilly looked around for a second and then headed in the direction of the computer. "I'm gonna find out who's all going to be there."

Oliver and I were left just standing there still a little confused. Then he took my hand and motioned to follow him. He led me to the back porch where we couldn't be seen.

As soon as I opened the door I realized that it was raining. Before it had been drizzling but this was definitely a shower. Oliver led me out the door anyway, closing it behind him and flashing me a smile. The air smelled like rain, and water droplets fell on my arms, giving me the chills. It was spring, so we still had random cold rain. I shivered.

"Here," Oliver took of his green hoodie and gave it to me. I felt a jolt in my chest, because I thought it was adorable when a guy gave a girl his hoodie. I put it on and pulled the sleeves over my hands.

"Thanks," I said. He nodded. Then he suddenly pulled me into a tight hug. I was surprised, but I hugged him back.

When he didn't let go, I asked him, "What's this for?"

"You seem like you've had a rough day. I just thought you needed a hug."

"You're right," I said to his neck. He loosened his arms, but still kept them around me. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"So this Christy thing is really bugging you, isn't it?" he asked me.

I sighed. "Yeah it really is. It's just all very odd, you know? I mean, she's mentioned all over the place, steals my place as the top three in the nation, and then she has my necklace. I can't even think of where she could've gotten it, not to mention the rest of the stuff we saw."

"Yeah," he breathed. His voice was calm, and I closed my eyes, feeling the rain on my eyelids. "You know what I think?" he asked.

"What?"

"I think you need to forget about that for a few minutes," he said. "You need to clear your head of Christy."

I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. They were sparkly in the rain. I smiled. "Okay," I said.

Oliver gazed into my eyes for a few moments. He held my waist and then brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. His lips were soft and gentle. I really did forget about everything at that very moment. I just touched his face and kissed him back, enjoying the rain on my face and the warmth of his body.

He pulled away from me with drops in his hair, finding my hands and squeezing them gently. "Better now?"

I gave him a smile. "Yes."

"Good," he said. As warm as I was from his kiss, my body was still shivering from the rain. It started getting windy too, making it even worse. But, of course I had my loveable Oliver, who wrapped his arms around me again and held me until we went inside.