Oliver – 1pm
I sat at Rico's, waiting for Lilly and Miley to show up. I had needed a good sleep last night to prepare me for today, and yet I found myself not being able to get Miley out of my head; every touch, every kiss, everything I had waited so long for to happen was finally happening. It was unbelievable. When I woke this morning, I doubted whether it was real, and had to wonder if it had all been a beautiful dream. But I could still taste Miley on my lips, her sweetness, her innocence.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, they finally arrived. I placed my arms gently around Miley's waist and tenderly kissed her hello, out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw Lilly gagging but I ignored it. That afternoon was spectacular; we hung out at the beach, spending hours among the waves, splashing and kicking, just waiting for someone to tell us that we were getting too old for this. Miley attempted to run at me, her feet sticking in between waves and sand. She reached me and I lifted her as high as I could, asking her to fly. She waved her arms at me and I told her that she could fly, because I believed she could.
We were in a moment, in which nobody could disturb us. I could feel Lilly's eyes on us, but I didn't care anymore. I held Miley close, letting our lips interlock and all of our emotions come out to play. I tousled with the hair behind her head, and she placed each of her hands at either side of my jaw. The passion was electric.
Once we had returned from our own little world, we had realized that Lilly was nowhere to be seen, both in shock we headed back towards Rico's, grabbing each of our towels and hands on the way. Lilly was sitting by the bar, sipping a soda when we returned. Jackson was serving her, and I noticed that he was keenly watching her. Miley sat down next to Lilly, and they immediately stepped up, and sat further away from us. They chose two yellow deckchairs, that I had never noticed before and I took a minute to wonder if they were new or not. Both girls seemed deep in conversation and thought, so I let them carry on and joined Jackson in cleaning glasses.
Miley – 1.30pm
Oliver was helping Jackson, and by his expression I knew that he couldn't understand a word we were saying so I told Lilly to carry on. She told me that she didn't leave because of Oliver and I were kissing, but she left because she was extremely thirsty, and didn't want to disturb us. I nodded my head, but for some reason I didn't believe her. Her argument wasn't very convincing, and I doubted that she even believed it herself. But Lilly is my best friend, so I told her I believed her and we walked back to join the boys. I couldn't help but notice the way Jackson stared at Lilly, I knew he cared about her a lot, but I always believed in a brotherly-sisterly way. If he did still care about her like that, then I think it should be illegal for him to look at her that way, 'cause that was no brother-loving look.
Oliver and I decided we needed some time alone, which I was glad for because I could finally discuss the Hannah Montana situation with him. We left Lilly at Rico's with Jackson and Cooper and we headed off to my house where we could hopefully get some peace and quiet. Whilst we were heading back I noticed the smile planted on Oliver's face, that had been their ever since we had first kissed. It made me smile wider, and want to kiss him even more.
It was hard at first, trying to explain to him my thoughts on him dating Hannah Montana as well. After an hour of discussing he told me that he didn't love Hannah Montana, that he loved me. He told me that he would happily date both of us, but only if that was okay with me, which I decided it was. At 4.00pm we officially decided that we were dating, and at 4.30pm we officially decided that Hannah Montana and Oliver were also dating. It was a joint decision, and I was proud that we had talked it through together. When I was dating Jake, we didn't often talk things through, it was the public's way or the highway; we had decided everything on how it would affect our publicity, and that is probably why I stopped loving him so quickly. There was no passion in Jake and my relationship, just companionship.
"The Biggest Party of the year" would be starting in just two hours, so Oliver dressed into his best outfit and I slipped on my Hannah Montana wig. We dialed Lilly's number just before we stepped into the limo and asked her if Lola was interested in meeting Jesse McCartney.