A/N: mm, not much to say other than OVER 900 VIEWS IN JUST OVER A WEEK! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
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I'm sorry for such a quiet, short chapter—I just wanted to give Ollie some time to mull things over. He had to come to a conclusion eventually.
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Day Three
11:27 AM
I've always been an early riser, even on the weekends or during summer. But I slept in this morning. Probably because Miley's been driving me insane, especially when I'm supposed to be sleeping, not pondering my now-bulldozed love life, and I've gotten tired over the past few days.
All I can think about is how I had my first kiss yesterday under pressure and slight dare from someone who is supposed to be my best friend but apparently just… isn't. I can't believe Lilly. Why would she do that?
But worst of all, I can't believe myself.
I can't believe that I told Lilly that Miley and I were dating out of offhand stupidity. It was supposed to be a joke, but now I'm the joke. I took advantage of what Lilly said and boom, our friendship ended. Or at least, I think it did. I haven't actually spoken to Miley yet, and I don't really want to. I'm convinced she hates me.
The three of us never made plans for today, so I suppose I'll just hang out around here by myself. Mom and Anne took Anthony to a birthday party and then going to hang out with some of their other "bestestest pals" as they all call each other; why they need three "ests" I will never know.
I really need to come up with a plan.
I can't just ignore Miley until she leaves, because a) that would be really mean and unlike me, and b) we're all going to her house to watch a movie and hang the night before her PRIVATE JET takes off in the morning.
I can't tell her I love her… why? She probably already knows.
I can't kiss her… why? I already did, and wow, she is an amazing kisser. We didn't, like, French or anything (though it was a long kiss), but it was, I dunno, important-feeling. Like it meant something. But I can't stop myself from wondering if it really did, or if she was just… kidding. And she said herself that I'm a good kisser. Or, at least, not a bad kisser.
Okay, I've come to the conclusion that I can and will tell her I love her, and that I can and will kiss her. For real.
If my life were a sitcom, the audience would be cheering right about… now.
But it's not.
So I guess I have to declare my decision to empty-house-induced silence.
I just threw my head back and screamed, "I'm going to kiss Miley!" at the top of my lungs. It felt pretty good.
Now I have to figure out when.
I could do it when we're all at her house watching a movie. I'm sure Lilly wouldn't mind—I'm actually almost positive that she had ulterior motives in planning our movie night. She told me that she was going to rent "Pirates of the Caribbean," which I know is old and also not all that romantic, but I've read reviews. I don't mind the occasional romantic-action-thriller-piratey movie every once in awhile. Especially not if Miley gets a teeny bit scared and has to hold my hand.
I am scheming myself silly.
I'm so glad Miley gave me this CD for my birthday. She put some really great songs on it. A couple of slower ballady songs, a couple of upbeat jumpy songs, and some that are really good for sticking your pointer and pinky fingers up and moving your head around a lot. I never would have listened to most of these songs had she not given me this CD—take, for example, LeAnn Rimes' "Can't Fight the Moonlight." It's got a really good beat but cheesy words (except the chorus is pretty good), but I've listened to it so much that I know the words. Shameful, yes.
I've got it cranked up really loud in my CD player, and obviously I'm writing in here. I'm boring.
Anyway, so I could kiss her during movie night.
I could also kiss her… when else? I could kiss her before she leaves. Maybe right before she gets on the plane? Her private jet takes off the day after tomorrow at 7:30 AM from Santa Monica Airport, and we get to go with her onto the tarmac and get the grand tour and everything.
Ooh, no, bad idea, because her dad will be there.
But I… I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!
Time to eat some lunch and watch some mindless TV.
5:16 PM
Wow, my life is so boring that I have to depend on my cousin for interesting stuff.
Anthony walked home from the party a couple of minutes ago. I didn't realize how long these eleven-year-old parties last. He told me an interesting story, which I recorded in case it turned out to be important. It did.
Apparently some girl was walking in the mall with her mother when she spotted a couple making out in the food court. The boy had shaggy brown hair and the girl had brown curly hair. Yeah, that's right.
"You kissed Miley," Anthony said in awe. "I can't believe you actually did it."
"Lilly sort of… dared me to," I confessed.
"So what, cuz? You kissed the girl of your dreams and conversations-with-yourself! I'm so proud…" he pretended to cry.
"Shut up," I punched his shoulder. "Stop making fun of me."
"Seriously, though, Oliver," he said, "I am happy for you. This is going to be great for you. A real girlfriend who you really like."
"I don't know how you're doing it," I said suddenly, after a couple moments of silence, "but I know you've hacked my IM logs."
"Of course," he said with a shrug. "But I'm never going to tell you how."
"I don't care," I said with a grin. "I kissed Miley, and I'm gonna do it again."
"Good for you, cuz," he said sincerely. "Good for you."
9:12 PM
I'm exhausted, and extremely excited about movie night tomorrow. I'm definitely going to kiss her then.
Tomorrow I'll talk to Lilly, find the right outfit, get some cologne… go all the way getting ready for this.
I wonder what Miley's thinking right now.
Is she thinking about me? Is she confused about the kiss just like I am? Does she want to do something about it? What if she wants to kiss me back? That's definitely a good thing.
Is she stressing over what to wear to movie night? Is she cleaning the house, fluffing cushions, maybe buying some new sparkly lip gloss? Does she want this as badly as I do?
For how long has she liked me? I've finally accepted that she does, considering Lilly tried to convince me of it several times in person and on IM. Does she still want to go on tour, or does she not want to leave? What songs is she going to sing? Is she going to call me when she's away? Will she maybe dedicate a song to me?
When she comes back, will she still be Miley, or will Hannah have taken over her life? Nah, Miley'll never change.
When she comes back, will she still love me?