"So, you were Hannah in the limo when I was upside-down?"
"Yeah." Great. I feel like an idiot.
"And backstage when I was hanging out of the window?"
"Yep." Just great.
"And when I hid in your bass drum and rode on your tour bus all the way to Phoenix?"
"You did what?" Whoops.
"Nothing."
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry. I just knew that you were so in love with Hannah Montana. I was afraid that..."
"That I might be in love with you? Do you think I am?"
"You tell me." Am I in love with Miley? I won't lie. I've pictured me and her together. I've seen her sometimes in ways that are more than just friendly. But could it really happen? Miley & I? No. It couldn't, could it?
"Have you ever pictured yourself with Miley? Your friend the dork?"
"You're not a dork."
"What about the time I spilled frog juice all over you in biology?" I laugh.
"My mom made me take my pants off in the school parking lot."
"Or at Andy's birthday party, you knocked me into the pool in your one-man stampede for the cake."
"That's not fair. It was an Ice Cream Wall cake. You know I have to get an end cut."
"Face it. The person you thought you loved is sitting right here and the truth is... you don't love her."
"Miley.. Come here." I grab her and embrace her in a long hug, "You are my best friend and I'll always care about you. Hannah Montana or not."
"Oliver.." she starts.
"Yeah?"
"Let's get a hot dog.." I let go of her and we walk to the beach.
It's true. I like Miley. Not just Miley as Hannah Montana. Miley as herself. I've been so blinded by Hannah Montana that I didn't see the true Hannah Montana. The part of her that's my best friend. Who's an amazingly amazing girl.