Ay carumba! It's been SO long since I've updated -- I'm so sorry...I've been completely cramped for time! But anyway, this chapter is Miley's POV again, breaking the pattern of the POVs. But, I couldn't leave you with a cliffie like that and switch it to Oliver's. With that said, read on!

MILEY'S POV

"Well, well, well." Luanne placed her arms on her hips, striding around my room. She grinned that intimidating smile – the same one she wore on her face right before she threw me down the well when we were seven.

I've never been more thankful that Malibu doesn't use a well system.

I'm a little too scared to say anything. I mean, I just confessed my feelings for her boyfriend. You'd think she'd be clawing my eyes out right now. But no, she just keeps smiling.

"Miley, what will we ever do with you? Don't you know better than to mess with me?"

Lilly narrowed her eyes at her. "We know all about your little plan. We know you're using Oliver!"

She chuckled. I rolled my eyes. What was so amusing about all of this?

"Of course you know, blondie. I was a plannin' it all along. My, my, my. You two are 'bout as dumb as a bag o' bricks."

"We can still tell Oliver, you know!" I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh, you can, can't you? I dun forgot all about that." She smirked. "But now that you mention it, I have a better idea. You run along and tell Ollie Bear, fine with me. Soon as you do, though, your big secret won't be a secret no more."

"What?! You're gonna tell everyone that she's Hannah Montana?" Lilly shouted.

She paused for a moment, and her eyes lit up. "Well now, that's a durn'd good idea! I was thinking about tellin' Oliver that you're in love with 'em, but that'll work even better!"

I glared at Lilly and groaned. She mouthed an apology, looking guilty.

Luanne pursed her lips victoriously. "It's your choice. If I were you, I would choose your best friend over your career. But…well, now. What a shame it would be if there was no more Hannah! No more concerts, no celebrity parties—"

"Okay, I get it!"

"All I'm gonna tell you is: choose wisely."

And with that, she strut out of the room, satisfied with her cruelty.

I sighed exasperatedly and leaned my head on Lilly's shoulder. "Ugh, Lil…what am I gonna do?"

She forced a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Miles. It'll all turn out okay in the end." I could tell that she was trying to cheer me up, but I could sense the worry and uncertainty behind her eyes.

"I don't know. It just seems like I'm being torn in two ways, and I can't choose which direction to go in."

"Listen, either way you choose…you'll have to lose something. Either your friendship with Oliver, or your career as Hannah Montana. But you have to ask yourself, which one are you willing to risk?"

"Well, I guess telling Oliver about Luanne would be the right thing to do. I can tell that he really likes her, and I don't want him to get hurt. But he might get hurt even more if I told him! Remember what happened the last time I meddled in his love life? I ended up parasailing across the beach in a chicken suit, and Oliver and Becca still broke up after all!"

"If you tell him, though, then he wouldn't go out with Luanne anymore, and you'd have a chance with him!"

"Oh, come on. He doesn't even like me as more than a friend. And I have Jake anyway. He doesn't compare to Oliver, but…that's okay, as long as I have someone."

"Are you saying you're not gonna tell him?"

I bit my lip. "Maybe. I mean, if I didn't tell him about Luanne using him, he would stay happy with her, and I could continue being Hannah Montana."

"Yeah, but you would go on your whole life wondering what it would have been like if they broke up and you told him how you felt!"

"Oh, Lilly…you're just confusing me even more! Seriously, what do you think I should do?"

"I think that we should go to sleep. If I keep my eyes open any longer, I'll start hallucinating! Plus, you might figure something out in the morning."

I sighed apprehensively. "Okay. I guess you're right."

She smiled, relieved, and crawled into her sleeping bag. "Night, Miley."

"See you in the morning."

I slowly lay down on my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything other than Oliver. I tossed and turned in my bed throughout the entire night. Finally, I could tell that sleep would never come. As sunlight began to drift through the window at around 8 in the morning, I yawned and sat cross-legged on my bed. Lilly lay peacefully in her sleeping bag, breathing steadily and murmuring something about Jackson's 'hot lips.' Ew.

I didn't exactly want to hear sleep-talking about hot my brother supposedly was. I ran my fingers through my hair decided to go downstairs to watch TV and distance my thoughts from my complicated life. I'd much rather get caught up in the complicated lives of those people in Lifetime movies.

Just as I started to walk down the stairs, though, I tensed up and my breath caught in my throat. I noticed Jackson sitting on the couch with someone, listening to them intently. I couldn't see the person sitting next to him from the angle where I was, but I felt like a deer caught in headlights when I recognized the person's voice.

The person shifted their position on the couch, and my fears were confirmed when I caught the glimpse of a wisp of chocolate brown hair. My mind was racing when I finally knew who it was.

There sat the person who I'd been thinking about nonstop for the past day. There sat the person who I'd just recently realized I loved.

There sat the one and only Oliver.

Um, all right. That was a little overdramatic. But review anyway? Pretty please? (puppy dog pout)