Oliver – 9pm
The party was a smash. Literally. Styrofoam and plastic cups lay broken amongst the house and during the course of the night various things were broken and left to be cleaned by someone else. Traci and her pampered pooch Madonna also attended the party, and Lilly AKA Lola had a lot of fun intentionally making fun of Traci's sinus problems. Miley looked ever radiant, as per usual and Lilly looked over-exaggerated, as per usual. I was dressed causally with a formal tinge, just perfect for an evening party.
The press is having a field day now that Hannah Montana and I are dating, and for once in my life everyone's eyes were on me not just Miley. And I sort of enjoyed it, being the center of attention. At one point everyone paired up to dance, and Miley and I headed towards the floor with all the reports following close behind. I held her close and planted a kiss firmly on her lips, awaiting the many flashes from cameras. Miley took in the moment and told me that it was time the world met Oliver Oken. She led me towards the reporters who were unsuccessfully hiding behind three large ice sculptures and as we posed for what seemed like millions of photo's she quickly whipped up a story of how we met.
Later on, while Miley and Lilly were checking their make-up and fixing their wigs, a reporter approached me and asked if he could have a one-on-one interview with Hannah Montana's lucky man. I happily obliged knowing that Miley wouldn't mind as long as I was careful. We talked for around 15 minutes, he asked fairly normal questions; how we met, how long we've been together and a few other ones about me. He then asked for a photo, thanked me and left in quite a hurry. I smiled to myself and decided I owed it to myself to make a quick visit to the food tables.
When Miley and Lilly finally returned I was stuffing my face full of food's that I didn't even know the name of, I forgot my embarrassment for a second when I noticed that Miley's natural curly brown locks were easily seen from the front of her blonde wig. In shock I pointed to Miley the obvious fact that she was brunette, and she ducked for cover, trying to re-arrange her wig, unfortunately it was too late…
Miley – 1.30pm
Lilly and I stood in front of one of the largest mirror's I have ever seen, fixing our wigs and make-up and discussing the fact that Lilly had just been introduced to Jesse McCartney, and he said she was cute…well he said Lola was cute anyway. We had to leave Oliver outside on his own, and I was getting worried. I wondered how he'd deal with all the attention and if he'd spot someone more famous that he'd rather date. I was stupid for thinking that, Oliver liked Miley not Hannah Montana.
I decided to tell Lilly what was on my mind. I told her everything Jake had said to me before we broke up and how bad I felt for leaving him, but how horrible I would have felt if I didn't. Lilly told me that Jake would learn to move on and hopefully to her. I was thankful that although Lilly didn't give the best pep talks, she always found a way to make me laugh.
When we headed out the bathroom door, I realized that something felt uncomfortable. I wasn't sure exactly what until we met with Oliver and he whispered that my natural hair was showing through my blonde wig, I quickly ducked but unfortunately not quick enough. A camera flash went off in my direction, catching me mid-duck with brown curls poking out of Hannah Montana's hair…