Thanks for the reviews everyone! I am sooo sorry I haven't updated for a while. This chapters a little short, but I'll add a few more chapters soon.
"Can you believe that out of the millions of people in the world, Amber would win the contest?" Lily stated loudly. "I mean, it's so amazing . . . I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't heard it myself. And now, you, Hannah Montana, has to have to spend a whole day with Amber!"
"Lily! Shhhh! Someone might hear you!" Miley whispered. "And would you please stop talking about this? I really want to forget about it for a while."
Lily, Miley and Oliver were sitting at lunch the next day at school. Amber and Ashley, who were sitting a few tables away had stood up and were approaching their table.
"Hello, losers." Ashley pronounced, smoothing out her hair. She glanced at Oliver. "Oh! Oliver!" She exclaimed, as if she just noticed him. "What on earth are you doing over here by these two geeks?"
"Uh . . . eating lunch?"
"Oliver!" Lily and Miley exclaimed at the same time.
"I mean . . . they aren't geeks! They're my friends. If you don't have anything to say, then go away." Oliver exclaimed.
"Actually, we do have something to say," Amber giggled. "I'm sure you've heard that I won the Win a Day with Hannah Montana contest. We get to spend a whole day with Hannah Montana, and you don't."
"Actually, Miley knows Hannah personally. She hangs out with her almost every weekend." Lily exclaimed before she could stop herself.
"Oh, really? I don't believe you. We're hanging out with Hannah on Saturday, and if you're telling the truth, we'll see you there. Not that I'm looking forward to seeing you." Amber rambled on. "Anyway, Ashley and I have more important things to do that be seen talking to you guys."
"Bye losers," Amber and Ashley said in unisons. "Oooooo, tssssss." They strutted off to their table.
"Oh, no! Not only do I have to spend a day with Amber, I have to show up there as myself, too!"
"Well, I've been thinking. What if you pretended you were sick and had to cancel the contest?" Oliver said thoughtfully.
"They'd just reschedule it. That doesn't solve the Hannah problem. But It could solve the Miley problem! Oliver, you're a genius!"
"I am?" Oliver shrugged.
"Yeah! I could pretend that me, Miley, was sick. Then, one of you two could show up on Saturday and tell Amber and Ashley that I was sick."
"I am!" Oliver exclaimed. "The genius Oliver Oken. Oliver Smokin' Oken, the genius. I, Oliver Oken. . ."
(Lily and Miley take their trays and stand up, leaving Oliver at the table.)
"Hey. . .guys. Where'd you go? Guys?"