So I was home sick from school today and I decided that rather than laying around, feeling sorry for myself and wishing I was at school (seriously. I like school.) I would write the next two chapters of this story! (Thank you, thank you. No applause. Cash and credit card only...hahaha) I also wrote a new story for the book Twilight, if any of y'all are into that.

Hopefully, updates by this weekend. But I'm not making any promises. It all depends when I can actually get enough time on the computer to put the chapters up, which involves transferring files from computer to computer.

Anywho. Enjoy.

Jake's P.O.V.

It was Sunday before I remembered that I had homework to do. Correct the life journal. Right. I could do that. I had my mom send me Oliver's blue notebook from home over express shipping. After all, I would rather do the homework in my vacation house in Greece then in my mansion at home. I was sitting in my lounge chair on my private beach when my manager brought the notebook to me.

I yawned as I opened the book and read the first page. Right, Hannah Montana beautiful. Hannah Montana perfect. Hannah Montana is Miley Stewart. I already knew all of that. Bo-ring. I flipped to the middle of the book. Hanging out with Miley. Laughing with Miley. In love with Miley.

Hang on.

Oliver's in love with my girlfriend?

...Oh well. I already knew that too. I just got proven right! Yay me! I dropped the notebook in the sand and closed me eyes. Now was my time. Jake time. Jake Ryan tanning time.

Lilly's P.O.V.

What?! That couldn't have been right. I reread the page of Jake's journal over and over, trying to process what I had just read. Jake Ryan could not be in love with me. He was Miley's boyfriend! My best friend's boyfriend couldn't possibly like me. That would be so...so, so wrong!

But according to this, Jake liked me. A lot...EEW!!!! That's so gross. Jake is such a loser. A cute loser, but a loser nonetheless. I have to stop this. I have to make myself less appealing...I have to hide.

What will Miley think? Ohmigod, what will Miley think if she finds out? She'll think I'm stealing her man. She'll think I'm purposely trying to steal her boyfriend. I'M NOT A BOYFRIEND-STEALER! Besides, I haven't liked Jake in a long time. I like Jackson now.

How can I make Jake not like me? I don't know how to make someone like me in the first place, much less STOP liking me!

School is going to be so awkward...

Jackson's P.O.V

Miley screamed. Loudly. So loudly, I winced, then shook my head. Girl drama.

"You ok Miles?" Dad called up the stairs.

"Eww, eww, eww," I heard her mutter before yelling "Yeah!" down the stairs. The muttering started up a few moments later. " Jackson? JacksonWhy didn't Lilly tell me this? How could she?"

What? Did I just hear my name in connection with Lilly's?

This sounds like a job for SUPER SPY JACKSON!

I crept up the stairs and knelt in front of Miley's door. It was open a crack, so I could see Miley sitting on her bed, an orange notebook in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She was indecisively opening the phone, dialing a number, and closing it again. It looked like she was trying to decide who to call...or who not to call...Wait...wasn't that orange notebook Lilly's? And wasn't that probably Lilly's phone number she was dialing? That's what it sounded like from the keytones.

Oooooh.

That notebook must have something veeeeery interesting in it if Miley's this mad. I must say, I believe Super Spy Jackson has a new mission.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA!