Chapter 6
Miley got up and got dressed. She went to the kitchen for breakfast and ate robotically. She heard a knock at the door. She looked up to smile at Oliver's face, beaming with a hopeful glint that she felt better from the last encounter they had. She all of a sudden felt warm inside with hope of a better day than originally expected. She blushed at her hopelessly happy thoughts. Since when did she think this way? She signaled Oliver to come in. He opened the door and tentatively walked in, hoping no waterworks would start.
"Hey Miley, you feeling better than yesterday?" he asked, genuinely concerned. She stood up to meet his concerned face and instinctively gave him a hug.
"I feel a lot better. Thanks." Oliver blushed at their proximity and then blushed an even deeper red to his embarrassment. When she pulled away, he cleared his throat, trying to avoid the inevitable awkward silence that was to follow. His attempts were obviously futile.
"So, want to head out to the beach?" Miley asked hurriedly.
"sure" said Oliver, relieved to have something to talk about.
"The waves look nice today," he said.
"Sure do," Miley said quietly, looking down.
"well, I guess we better head out," Oliver said, not sure what was really appropriate to say at the moment. As they walked along the water, Miley was thinking a lot of things over. The fact she seemed to always get a guy easier than breathing but always ended up with a guy not worth scum was confusing to her. Then, she got it.
"Oliver," she said abruptly breaking the silence and causing Oliver to jump.
"Yeah?" he asked.
" I've been thinking. Every time I've been going out with a guy lately was when I was Hannah Montana, and they all seem to be after something instead of actually enjoying my company. Every time I go out with someone as Hannah Montana, they end up using me, so I've come to a solution."
"And that would be…"
"From now on, I'm only going to be dating people as regular old me, just Miley, no one else," she said.
"That's a really good idea Miley," Oliver said, smiling at her. She blushed and turned away.
"Well, it's good for me to do that I guess. Then maybe not so many people would try to use me all the time."
"So you're going to stop dating as Hannah Montana?" he asked, making sure it wasn't a figment of his imagination.
"Yup, starting now," she said, glancing at a boy across the beach. Oliver looked down at his feet.
"Um, I think I'm going to grab a hot dog, okay?" he said. Miley rolled her eyes. Oliver was always thinking about food. His stomach must be a black hole, sucking everything in that's digestible.
"Okay, catch you later," she said, heading towards the handsome boy across the way.
"Hi," she said, once she had approached him, "I'm Miley." She held out her hand.
"Hey, I'm Bret," he said, taking her hand.
"So are you new around here?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am. I just came down a few weeks ago to live with my grandma for a couple of weeks."
"That's sweet," Miley said shyly, "So have you seen much around here lately?"
"No, to be honest I haven't," he said, "I'm actually really hungry. Do you know where I could get some good food?" he asked her.
"Only the best pizza place in town," she said, flirtatiously, " Tony's. it's just down the way."
"Could you show me where?" Bret asked offering her his arm.
"I will be your guide," she said, smiling and taking his arm.
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