And...I feel terrible for making you guys wait so long for an update. I'm horrible, I know. I won't do that again. In fact, I've finished this story. There are two more chapters. So enjoy, and I promise, I'll update again by Friday. (I have Mock Trial rehearsals, plus a competition on wednesday.)

Normal P.O.V.

Monday's are never happy. The students of Malibu High School were sure that was a scientific fact, whether it was because of simply coming back to school or because the day is cursed. The kids of Mrs. Cormaci's class especially dreaded the Monday morning after they switched life journals. They straggled through the classroom door with looks of dread on their faces as one by one, they handed their personal notebook-sized soap operas to the teacher and took their seats.

Lilly was careful not to look at Miley as she sat down. A flicker of annoyance crossed Miley's face. She turned her face to her left, away from her secretive best friend, hoping that no one was sitting there yet. Sadly, someone was and he was looking right at her.

"Hey Miley," Oliver smiled crookedly. A blush crossed Miley's face before she managed to tear her gaze away and stare at her desk instead.

"Hey Oliver," she said. Please don't bring it up, please don't, she thought fiercely. Please do not bring up the life journals.

Oliver seemed to get the hint and said nothing more. He nervously wrung his hands under his desk, wondering what he was going to do. He couldn't leave things like this, knowing now that he liked Miley and Miley...well, Miley didn't know how she felt about Jake anymore.

If she isn't madly in love anymore, maybe I'll have a chance, Oliver thought hopefully.

Jake, as usual, didn't get to school until five minutes after the bell rang.

"Sorry Mrs. C," he grinned sheepishly at the teacher. "My plane got in late. I was in Greece over the weekend." Mrs. Cormaci gave Jake a sharp glare, but took his pass anyway.

Oliver ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and looked down at his desk. You have to do it eventually, Oken. You have to tell her how you feel.

Miley was tapping a pencil against her notebook, agitated. She couldn't understand how her best friend of all people wouldn't tell her about who she liked. Well...I probably should forgive her. I mean, if she had a brother that I was in love with, I probably wouldn't want her to know...But then, she could have told me anyway! It's not like I would have burned her at the stake or something.

Lilly was fidgety, glancing between Jake, who would wink at her if he caught her gaze, and Miley, who was avoiding her gaze altogether. I wonder if Miley hates me now. She has to understand though. If it had been anyone other then Jackson, I totally would have told her. Stupid heart. Stupid me.

The time in class seemed to drag on for hours before lunch arrived. There was only five minutes left in class time when Oliver finally talked himself into making a move. 'I need to talk to you at lunch,' he wrote shakily, passing the note to Miley. She read it quickly, and gave him a short nod in reply. A moment later, in an attempt to reconcile with Lilly, Miley passed the same note to her friend. The blonde bit her lip nervously, but nodded in assent. She, in turn, passed the note to Jake, who sat in front of her. He grinned cheekily and winked suggestively at her. Lilly rolled her eyes in disgust.

Finally, with the promise of homework that night, the bell rang, releasing its Monday weary students to their lunches. The class swarmed out the door, leaving only Miley, Oliver, Lilly, and Jake in the room. The four looked at each other, wondering where they should go to talk.

"How about...the library?" Miley suggested. The others agreed, following Miley out the door.

They would look good together, Miley admitted to herself, picturing her best friend and brother together. She was beginning to accept the idea. It was starting to occur to her that Jackson seemed to like Lilly as well. At least, she thought so. There was only one way to know for sure...

She inconspicuously pulled out her cell phone and texted her brother, saying to meet them in the library; that there was something that had to do with Lilly and him going on. If he showed up, Miley would know that he really did have feelings for her friend.

"Alright," Miley whispered, once the four of them had settled themselves at a table in the back of the library. "I think we should probably all just...admit to each other what we wrote in our life journals...It might help us work out our...problems."

"Like an AA meeting?" Jake suggested loudly.

"Shh," the other three hissed at him.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I'll go first, if you want."

"Go for it," Miley rolled her eyes. Lilly stiffened as Jake began to talk.

"Miley, I'm really sorry," he began. "I kind of...think we should break up." Miley frowned. This was exactly what she wanted...wasn't it? She liked Oliver, after all. But why did Jake feel like that?

"I kind of like...Lilly," he blushed and looked at the blonde across the table. Oliver's eyes widened in surprise.

"Jake," Lilly whispered, "I can't...I don't... I mean, there's...someone else..." He nodded sadly.

"I kind of figured."

"Who?" asked Oliver curiously.

" Jackson?" Lilly asked, looking up at Miley's brother, who was walking towards their table.

"You like-" Oliver began loudly.

"SHH!" Miley, Lilly, and Jake hissed.

"Hey Lilly," Jackson smiled crookedly. "Can we talk?" Lilly nodded, looking as if she was wondering if she were awake. Jackson offered her his hand, helping her out of her seat. As the pair walked out of the library, Lilly looked back at Miley in confusion. Miley just grinned and drew a heart in the air with her fingers. Lilly stuck her tongue out at Miley, but blushed nonetheless.

"Well, I guess we all know that Lilly loves Jackson," Oliver laughed.

"And I'm pretty sure that Jackson feels the same," Miley smiled knowingly.

Jake just leaned his chin against his fist and pouted.

"Miley, you still have your confession to make," Oliver reminded her.

"So do you, Oken," Miley teased. "Besides, you already know mine."

"But it would be so nice to hear you say it out loud," Oliver pleaded.

"You go first."

Oliver readied himself to speak, but he caught a glimpse of Jake's face and frowned.

"Miley, can we...?" he trailed off, looking pointedly at Jake. Miley understood.

"Yeah, that would probably be better," she agreed. The two got up and walked out of the library, deciding that they would rather talk in private. They decided that a small, empty classroom would do fine.

Miley sat on top of a desk while Oliver stood.

"Alright Ollie," she smiled nervously, "speak."

He took a deep breath.

"Miley Stewart," he began...he paused, not knowing how to continue. Miley gave him a reassuring look, so he started again. "Miles...I'm pretty sure that...that I'm in love with you."

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