The new episode of Hannah Montana was so cute!! It is now my favorite.

Here's chappy 5!

After lunch, I tried looking for Jake, but I couldn't find him. We have another class after lunch, but he wasn't there. What would make him not be there? At the end of the day I still hadn't seen Jake, so I figured he wasn't in school. What if he's sick? Wait, what's this? Am I actually showing an interest in Jake? No, couldn't be. I shuddered at the thought, and opened the door to my house coming home.

"Hi Jackson," I said coming inside.

"Hey Miles," he said not looking up from his video game.

I sat my stuff down, and took out my cell from my purse. I almost dialed, but decided to go upstairs for some privacy. When I got up to my room, I dialed Jake's number. He answered at like, the fifth ring. I didn't think he would answer.

"Hello?" he wheezed.

"Omigosh Jake you sound awful!" I shrieked at his voice. He sounded like a penguin took out his voice box, flipped it around, and tore his throat trying to put it back in. I didn't tell him that though.

"Wierd, I must sound better than this morning than," he laughed.

"But you were okay in science," I claimed.

"Yeah, but than I started feeling sort of dizzy, so I went to the nurse and she sent me home," Jake explained.

"Do you think you'll be in school tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to see in the morning," he said.

Rats, I thought. Wait! Stop! Did I just think that I wanted Jake at school? I think so. No denying it this time, I totally do. Does that mean that I like him? No, it couldn't. Jake only likes the super ridiculously skinny girls like Lily. He's just like Oliver. So I don't like him, and he doesn't like me. Okay, he does kind of like me, but I don't like him. Do I? Didn't I just ask myself that question? I gotta stop that.

"Miles? You still there?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm right here," I said snapping back into the real world.

"Okay I gotta go. Lunch time," he said.

"Wait! I'll come over," I said getting this crazy idea. "I can catch you up on your homework."

Where the crap did that come from?? I do not remember giving my mouth permission to speak those words. I don't even remember thinking those words.

"Sure, but I wouldn't want to get you sick," he said.

"No, no. I have a good immune system," I said. It's from being Hannah Montana. All the times I fly to different cities, I have to get a lot of different shots to prevent getting sick.

"If you insist," he said.

"Great, I'll be right there," I said hanging up the phone. Wow, I just figured out I might want to see him in school, and I already sound desperate like I like him or something. And a walk to his house, will burn off calories! Wow, that was a total ADD moment.

"Hey dad I'm going over to Jakes for a little bit to work on science and help him on homework, I'll call if I will be home after dark, bye," I said rushing out the door before he could say anything about it being a schoolnight.

I walked over to his house on the sidewalk. The air had sort of that winter chill, but it wasn't quite cold. It was more brisk. The entire way over, all I could do was think about Oliver and Jake. What if I start to like Jake? What if I forget Oliver? How many questions have I asked myself today?

I shook it off and walked up his doorstep. When I got there before I could knock or ring the doorbell, Amy answered the door.

"Hi Amy! Can I see your brother?" I asked.

"I dunno. My brother says your cute," she says.

Really? Wait I already knew that he liked me. But I thought he got over me.

"Really?" I asked. "What else does he say about me?"

"He says your as cool as Hannah Montana," she said.

Imagine that.

"Okay, well I promised I would help catch him up on his homework, so I'll have to talk to you later, okay?" I asked.

"Okay. I have a pink barbie!" she shouted.

I smiled.

"Really? I'll have to see her later," I said walking past her and upstairs to Jakes room, as far as I could remember. When I knocked on the door and walked in, he was eating soup and watching Zombie High.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Oh hey," he said.

"You know for someone who is in every episode, you just can't seem to get enough of that show," I commented.

"Of course not. It's my baby," he smiled.

"What's your favorite?" I asked. I kind of hoped that he would say one of them with me in it.

"It's a tie between the one where I go on vacation and they follow me, and the first one Hannah Montana was in. She was so nice that day. I can't wait for her to come back. I'm not trying to hit on you for saying this but, she kind of reminds me of you," he confessed.

I blushed.

"You're blushing!" he said before I could say anything back.

"No I'm not! Why would I?" I asked.

"Because you liked what I said. And after all this time I thought you liked Oliver," he said.

My jaw floored.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"So it is true!" he shouted.

"No! I was asking why would you think that?"

"Because you're really jealous of Oliver and Lily," he said.

I remained quiet. I wasn't ready to get that personal.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed," he said.

"It's okay. I kind of figured that you knew."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, you can know that I have gotten over you, and now have a crush on Hannah Montana," he said.

Yeah I feel totally better. I think I might actually like you, and you tell me that you've gotten over me for- Wait!! He got over me so that he can like me!! Phew, it's not that big of a deal. But than, do I have to tell him about me being Hannah?

"So, about that homework?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said pulling out math homework, but the war continued to rage in my head.

Why could you let him loose interest in you? Now you either go out with him as someone else who you totally aren't, or you tell him your deepest darkest secret. And what's this whole I like Jake Ryan crap? You HATE Jake Ryan. You're a traitor. What about Oliver? How could you ever go back on your own word?

I started to amaze myself with how I could turn my own mind against me. I felt kind of like a failure for liking Jake. I'm supposed to hate him.

So I showed him the homework, and was on my way.

"Get well soon, Jake," I said to be nice.

"Thanks Miley," he said as I left. It was just before seven, so it wasn't quite dark yet. I walked slowly back to my house.

"Hey you hungary Miley?" dad asked.

YES!!! I was starving! Plus I promised myself how I would eat dinner tonight.

"Yeah, what's for dinner?" I asked.

"Mashed potatoes and gravy," he answered.

I sat down and he got me a plate. Atleast potatoes where a vegetable. Even though I heard that they were the worst for you, I guess they are okay.

"Here you go. Eat up!" dad said putting the plate in front of me and leaving to go watch t.v. I looked down at my food. Suddenly, I remembered how much of a failure I feel like, thinking of having feelings for Jake. Now it feels like food doesn't matter anymore. I'd just be that much more of a failure if I gained another calorie. I checked to make sure dad wasn't watching, and threw away all the potatoes with gravy on them, and put the rest of the potato in the pan for anywone else who wanted them.

I sighed. I even cried. I was not worthy enough to eat, so I'm just getting what I deserve. But I did find a nutrition bar in the cupboard with only seventy five calories, so I decided that that would be enough. I took it and went upstairs with it to eat it, in case it was so good I needed another, it wouldn't be as tempting if I was upstairs. When I finished, my stomach went crazy, crying for more food. I then thought about all those times I had sleepovers with the candy and all that pizza. Maybe that's why I'm not super skinny like Lilly.

Of course Lilly ate stuff too, but maybe I always ate more than her. I wiped my tears and got changed for bed before going downstairs and saying good night to daddy. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and not like Jake. If so, I will allow myself to eat a little bit more.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt nothing less than yesterday about my feelings for Jake. But I did feel horrible. When I looked in the mirror, I was very pale. I decided to go downstairs and ask daddy if I looked different.

"Woah! Miley! You look horrible!" he shreiked.

"Thanks dad it's this new makeup I'm trying called, uglier than pale," I croaked.

"You sound horrible too. Go back upstairs you can't go to school today," he said.

"But daddy!" I screamed.

"No buts. Go back to bed. I'll be up with something for you to eat."

That's when I remembered. I couldn't eat. Not when I had feelings for Jake. I will not reward myself with food until I stop liking him. Plus, I told Jake I had a good immune system. Obviously not.

I miserably walked up the stairs to my room with my cell on my nightstand. Twenty minutes later there was a mug of hot chocolate by me, and some soup. That's when I got a call.

"Hello?" I wheezed.

"Miley! You sound horrible, where are you?" someone asked. Oh gosh. It was Jake.

"Home sick," I whispered.

"I thought you said you would be fine," he said.

"I thought so too, but I guess not. I'm sorry," Iapologized.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for getting you sick," he said.

"It's okay. Well actually it's not, cause now my dad won't let me go to school, and we have to work on science," I said.

"Don't worry about it. I'll bring homework after school for you," he offered.

"Well, okay. I'd better go. I'll see you later," I said.

"Bye."

We hung up, and I didn't even get my phone on the night stand when my phone rang again.

"Hello?" I croaked again.

"Miley! You sound horrible, where are you?" someone else asked. It was Lilly. Talk about Deja Vu, she sounds just like Jake.

"Home sick. I got it from Jake," I answered.

"Oh I'm sorry. Wait how did you get it from Jake?" she asked.

"Last night I went to his house to help him out with homework, and he was sick, so I guess I just got a bad germ from the air," I said.

"Is that all that happened?" she asked.

"Yes Lilly I promise," I said being the first time in a while where I was true about a promise. "Plus I like Oliver."

I don't think it was a lie.

"Well okay. I'll come by after school," she said.

"How about after dinner? Jake is coming over to help with homework and science. Than you and Oliver can both come over," I offered.

"Okay," she said.

"Bye," we both said.

I hung up, and again my cell didn't make it to the nightstand before ringing. This time it was Oliver.

"Miley! You sound horrible, wh-"

"Save it, I've heard it a few times already. I'm home sick, got it from Jake last night when I helped him with homework," I explained for the last time.

"Oh. You want me to come over after school?" he asked.

"How about after dinner. Lilly's coming over then too," I said.

"Okay sounds good. Get better real soon, I miss you in school already, and it's not even first period," he said.

AWE! How sweet? Now I think I like him again.

"Okay, I will. I have to go now, bye," I said.

"Bye."

This time my phone made it to the table without ringing. My heart felt warm from Olivers comment. Maybe now I like him instead of Jake. Yes, definatly. I smiled, and turned to the stuff on the tray beside me. Slowly, I picked up the spoon, and had some soup and some of my drink. I felt satsified enough to eat the other half of it later, before I turned over in my bed and went to sleep.