A/N: I love you all and yes, this is the end of this story, finally. No sequel, just this, a short little wrap-up chapter. Next in production is an Ugly Betty fic. Betty/Daniel, of course.
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Day One
7:25 AM
It's hot out here.
I mean, it's Santa Monica. It's never hot here.
But it's at least like ninety degrees.
So here I am standing on the tarmac, and Miley's plane is ready for takeoff.
Here is the end of my journal. So my world didn't explode after all, and Miley and I, as of right now, are going to live happily ever after, I hope.
Thank you, world.
7:57 AM
Oliver gave me this journal to read. I just finished it.
I cannot believe the way he feels about me. It's amazing. Intense. I never expected something like this from him.
Right now, I am sitting in the soft leather seat of the record label's jet, en route to Japan. I have this notebook in my lap and a blue pen in my hand.
My handwriting and Oliver's are so different. His is blocky print, quite manly if I do say so myself, and mine is more of a loopy cursive. We are different as well.
Maybe that's why we go so well together.
He gave me this journal as his way of professing his feelings, and he has done a very good job. He also told me to write about my trip in here, so I will do that, starting with takeoff.
He was at the airport before I was, waiting for me and Daddy to get him past the people in the office and let him onto the tarmac.
As I walked up to him, he slipped an arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head. We walked out to the plane in silence; not an awkward silence, but a necessary silence because neither of us had anything to say that hadn't already been said.
We got to the plane, and Lilly dashed through the doors of the building just in time to take a quick tour of the jet. Both she and Oliver enjoyed it thoroughly, while Dad was outside talking to the pilot.
At some point, Lilly went back outside for an unspecified reason, leaving me and Oliver alone in the cabin. We sat down in the oversized leather chairs and he took my hand into his.
"I'm going to miss you a lot."
I nodded. "Ditto."
Turning towards me, he brushed his nose against mine before going in for the kiss. The subtlety was completely lost on me, because my hands were quickly on his chest and his on my waist.
"Break it up, kids," Lilly said, walking back into the plane. Just in time, too, because Dad came in not five seconds later.
We stood up, and I hugged Lilly. "I love ya, soul sister," I said. "This hug had better last you the whole summer." Letting go, I gestured to my laptop bag. "I'll have access to email and IM. My cell phone is unlocked as well, so I can use it in any country."
"Have fun, Miley," Lilly said with a smile and backed away.
Oliver stepped up to me and then looked cautiously at my father, who made a face that could be interpreted as resentful permission. With a grin, he wrapped me in a hug. "I love you, Miles."
"Love you too, Oliver."
We kissed briefly and then he and Lilly left, as their parents were waiting in cars in the front.
I looked up at Dad.
"Ready?"
He nodded. "Yup."
And so here I go, around the world, one best friend and one boyfriend staying here. I love them both and I cannot wait to see them when I return.