"That was an amazing concert," I told Miley, who was fixing her messy curly hair, and trying to rub off her Hannah makeup, while I secretly took more Advil. "I had so much fun!"
"Oh, I did as well!" Miley laughed, "You have no idea how glad I've been to hang out with you again."
"Ditto," I laughed. "I'm so sorry I didn't return any of your calls or anything."
Miley stopped and smiled at me weakly, crossing her legs on the seat, "that's alright," she told me, even though I could tell that she had been worried. "I mean, you were on vacation and everything. I was just, kind of worried about you – Oliver too, we – we didn't know where you were."
I nodded – having no idea what I was supposed to say to that, "San Francisco wasn't planned," I lied. "I mean, ahead of time. Mom and dad lost the letter and then realized two days before the reunion."
"Sounds cool," Miley said, after considering her answer for quite some time. "I wish my dad would take Jackson and me to his high school reunion."
I laughed, trying to make this sound authentic, "Trust me," I told Miley. "You don't want to go to one. They are so boring – I mean all the parents do is talk about what they were like in high school." I laughed again, really getting into these lies. "There's stories, jokes and teachers that I had no idea about, I just stood there quietly and took care of Blake."
Miley nodded, and smiled before turning to look out the window. She was thinking about something, and I wish I could read minds at the moment in time. "Still sounds fun to me," Miley told me. "Am I weird to think that?" I shook my head, "good."
"I think my weirdness evens out yours," I announced, having no idea what in the world I was talking about. "It's why we make such good friends."
"Definitely," Miley agreed, taking a quick look outside to see how close to the house we were. "What do you want to do when we get to my house?"