Oliver – 10pm
I stepped in front and pulled the photographer aside, he wasn't willing to let me get his camera so I had to bargain with him. A shot of "Hannah" and myself and an exclusive interview was his price; pretty reasonable seeing otherwise Miley's secret would be revealed to the world. Once the interview was finished and the photographer had got some happy snaps of us, we finally had some alone time. She held my hand on her left cheek and guided me to stroke it; it was warm and soft and smelled like melted chocolate. I waited for her to place her lips on mine, and let my other hand linger around her waist. She pulled me closer and touched my upper-lip with her finger, forcing me to open my eyes and check out our surroundings. It wasn't quite romantic but the closet we were hiding in was quiet and private; and that was enough for us. Miley pulled my shirt off letting it slide off my elbows, and she kissed me daintily on the lips, waving her arms around to take her jacket off. It was stuffy in the closet, and there wasn't much room. Before we were aware of what we were planning on doing, Lilly stepped in. The look of shock on her face is still imprinted in my mind. As soon as she realized what we were planning on doing her face turned red, and she looked as if she might die of embarrassment. Miley grabbed her jacket and shoved it back on her, almost breaking the zip in the process. Lilly sprinted away from the closet and Miley ran close behind, leaving me; Oliver Oken sitting half-naked in Jesse McCartney's closet.
Miley – 10.30pm
I chased after Lilly, holding my wig flat on my head as I ran. I could see little camera flashes going off but I couldn't care less; the only thing I could focus on was the look on Lilly's face when she caught Oliver and me. We weren't thinking, we weren't planning on "doing it", and we didn't. But I had to wonder; was it because we both knew we weren't ready, or only because Lilly interrupted. I didn't want to think that Oliver might want to; because I knew I wasn't ready now. We were just caught up in the heat of the moment, and even if Lilly hadn't found us we would have stopped before anything drastic happened…I think.
Eventually I found Lilly, sitting alone on a park bench. Her hair was mattered, and make-up smudged. I found a place next to her, and sat down. She told me everything I had missed at the party, all the alcohol. The photographer's going nuts. Fight's erupting. It was like nothing I could have ever imagined, things like that don't happen at exclusive parties. Then Lilly told me how left-out she has been feeling ever since Oliver and I began dating, she explained how when she had burst in on us in the closet she was just collecting her coat so she could leave; she had been searching for Oliver and I all night, and was worried we would get hurt. I sat behind her and combed through her hair with my fingers gently; we talked about boys, clothes and all the usual stuff. It was perfect. It couldn't have gotten any better, I was with my best friend and everything was fine again. We were watching the moon when Oliver arrived. He sat down beside Lilly and hugged her; he apologized for leaving her out because of his feelings for me. We sat down together laughing, talking, watching the moon and all wondering to ourselves if it is really made of cheese.