Right people just a few questions, are you enjoying the story so far ? I know all the chapters seem to be like fillers but it's just because im not sure where i'm going with the story yet so sorry. Loliver v. Moliver ? This story could go either way so maybe even a few more ways, so what would you prefer ? Do you have any ideas for the story ? if you do just right them in a review ;) ta bbz. Oh yeah and i don't own Hannah Montana although it's on my birthday list (19/03).

Wandering down the road with my hands in my pockets thinking i should properly take a few paces left to the sidewalk as that's a safer option but i'm the live dangerously type. I am also a liar. I a big liar. I do not live life dangerously. I arrive at the fimillar household of the Stewarts, their house is the perfect house to describe Malibu as it's near the beach and fairly busy. I reach my hand out of my pocket and raise it to knock on the door only to realise Miley has moments before opened the door.

Miley looked perfect as per usual. Her lush brown hair blowing in the doorway breeze, her face looked slightly pinker then usual but then i notice she's wearing her bikini and a towel.

"Umm, hi" I say starting at her flat stumach

"Hey," Miley said pulling the towel higher up

"I wanted to talk to you but if this is a bad time ..."

"No it's just i thought you were someone else," I must of looked downheartened, "But it's not like it's not always a pleasure to see you," I knew i threw anouther face, "Oliver, i'm sorry i'm digging my self a hole," She turned around and fell onto the sofa purposefully.

I stared at my feet and then at the floorboards then at a rug i've never noticed before and then back at my trainer clad feet, "Should i leave ?"

Miley had her head pressed in a chusion and after a long silence there was a muffled, "mm mmmmm mmm mmm", she lifted her head and faced it to me and she suck in her full bottom lip and then relised it.

"Miley, that made no sence," I ran my hand through my mopheaded mess people called hair.

"Oh yes, pillow mouth never does," SHe muttered to herself and shock her head, "I said, *ahem* im sorry but yes it's just ...." She trailed off and i turned around, "I'm getting waxed Oliver," Miley cringed and I cringed, we collectively cringed.

"Ummm ok," I smiled at Miles and left with nothing else to say.

I didn't want to fo home yet, or go to Lillys agian, or go back to Mileys. Where to go ? Where to go ? London to buy a heat magazine ? That advert is very annoying and addictive. I let my mind wander it wandered to Miley then to Lilly.

Happy thoughts.