Sitting on the single hair i counted the number of stripes i got to fifty and gave up. Lilly and Miley shared the sofa they were talking about trival matters such the lastest boyband and if the red mark on Lilly's nose is going to be a spot or bruise. Mileys latest obsession is some boyband called The Script, they are Irish.

"Mmmmmm, the accent is lush," Miley licked her lips and giggled

"Top of the morning to ya" I mocked the Irish accent badly, I wish I had a 'lush' accent. Within seconds I was attacked by pillows on either side.

"Watch it, hotshot," Miley warned me giggling and began to hum a tune I heard once or twice on the radio

".... what am i suppose to do when the best part of my way always youuuuu ..." I gulped as Miley sang and looked into my eyes and winked. Lilly began to tap the table to the fimillar rhythm,

"... what am i suppose to say when i'm all choked up and you're ok ?" Miley sang into a invisable microhone with a quizzical look on her face,

"I'm falling to piecesssssssssssssss,I" Miley finished on a dramtic note with Lilly humming in the background. I stood up and clapped, Miley could sing beautifully even if she had a country twang to what ever she sang, it makes me smile, her accent.

The day had been a day well sent hanging round with Miley, I rubbed my forehead trying to remove her perfect image from my brain.

"Oliver has the hots for Miley," Lilly said, I couldn't understand her tone, it was a mixture of spite, joking, huff, bitter, courious, something tone. I must of thrown her a look because when i stare at her and into her eyes she looked almost hurt by the silence I was making by trying to understand her tone.

"Errrrm Oliver who ?" I manged to muster from my preoccupided brain, lately i was becoming slower then usual.

"Don't toy with me, boy." Lilly grabbed my wrist and made me stare at her, it felt awkard and a laugh was bubbling to my lips because she rhymed.

"I don't have the hots from Miley," I sigh trying to think of a clever word to rhyme with hots, i couldn't. I couldn't think of anything other then Miley at the present moment and it bugs me.

"Sure. Oh yeah and I'm a alien from the planet ZOIG 11" I've never seen Lilly so confusingly angry. Never ever. Whats her deal ?

"I always thought you looked abit strange," Her mouth dropped, I knew i shouldn't of made a joke but it's what I do when anything gets serious. I am lame.

"Lilly look I'm sorry," She let go of my wrist and shook her head she didn't need to say anything, her exression said it all. The last i heard was a sniff before she walked away. In all there years of friendship she had never walked away with explaining to him why.

What am i suppose to do ? I am but a meer mortale, a male meer mortale. (I need to stop laughing at alleteration even if it amuses me so). I have a crush on Miley Stewart - maybe. My best friend is annoyed with me for no real reason that I can think of. And I am failing science. Infact I am failing at most subjects. My mum will rip me to shreads when she see's my grades I will have to go into hiding.

Crickey.

If I'm in hiding will anyone notice ? and if they do notice will they care ? I am well deep a satisfidied smug smile apporached my lips causing me to show my theeth, i have nice theeth although they're nothing compared to Mileys.

I think i have a big crush on miley.

Sorry this chapter is kinda short and rambley and kinda not to good. It's my first Moliver kinda thing so i hope it's okish so far. This story could go down many roads and i'm not sure what will hapen so if you have any ideas - please tell me them :D i'd be greatful. Oh yeah I don't own Hannah Monatana or The script - Breakeven. Even though both are fabby!, errrm yeah and i have awful spelling so sorry if i spell alot it wrong.