Hey guys! Thanks to everyone who favorite/review/and put on his or her story alert! You don't know how much all that means to me! Okay, now that I got THAT out of the way... Here I am with the third chapter entitled Torture is this Love! Enjoy! PS: Small amount of Late (Lilly Nate) and Lackson (Lilly Jackson), some Jiley (Miley Jake...grr...), and some Moliver (Miley Oliver :D). Eeep!

Chapter 3:

Torture is this Love

January 23rd

Homeroom, my desk, 8:32 AM

This is torture. Since when do I have to get up for school at 6:00?! Well, since Miley needs help picking out an outfit because her other best friend that happens to be a girl is sick with a low temp fever and cough.

Okay, I'm like, unbelievably tired. I'm falling asleep as I write this. I didn't even eat BREAKFAST this morning. That proves just how tired I am. I missed the most valuable meal of the day. Eh, maybe I can get an apple from Miley. She always has random fruit in her locker… like that ONE time I found a half of a watermelon in it. Weird, eh?

But back to the story of this morning. I was rudely awoken when my phone started singing 'If We Were a Movie' by Hannah Montana. I don't know why that's the song Miley picked for my ring tone.

I glanced at the clock. Its glowing green numbers told me it was 5:45.

"Hey Oliver?" Miley asked. She sounded happy and chipper. "Hey Miley," I mumbled, "What do you want?" "Oh, sorryyy Mr. Grumpy Pants. I just wanted to call and ask a hugeeeee hugeeee favor." "What?" "Well, Lilly's sick with a cough and a low temp." "Okay…" I said, trying to understand what she was trying to say. "And I need help picking out an outfit." Oh no. "Um… why?" I asked. "Becauseee I have to look great today!" She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why?" I asked again. "Just cause I like someone and I want him to notice me!" "Oh… okay. Who do you like?" "I can't tell you." "Why not?" I asked her sweetly. "Because I know he doesn't like me, okay?" She snapped, her sweetness turning to bitterness quicker than you can say 'moody'. "Who's Mr. Grumpy pants now…" I muttered under my breath. "Excuse me?" She wanted to know. "Nothing… I just said… where's my favorite pants…" I quickly covered. "Oh, okay. Love you Ollie!" She said. Wha… "What?" "Kidding!" She said, her voice strained. "Okay. Bye. You too." I added.

WHAT?! But luckily for me, she had already hung up. I rolled over, preparing to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and then… my phone started ringing once more. "Hello?" I asked annoyedishly. (A/N: another new word: annoyedishly. Definition: when you are annoyed by something annoying. Hmmh.)

"Hey Oliver?" It was Miley's sweet voice again.

Wait, did I just say Miley's voice is sweet? I didn't mean that! I swear, Journal! I swear on you! I swear on your life! Wait, you can't die anyway so what the heck.

"Yeah?" I asked back after thinking for a few moments. "Sorry to interrupt again but I need you over here in 30 minutes." "Ugh… Do I have to?" "If you want to make me happy!" She giggled. "Fine, I'll be there. Just fifteen more minutes. Then I'll take a shower." "Kay." Miley said.

When we said our goodbyes, I threw the phone on my bed and closed my eyes, where I would have a very good yet strange dream.

"I love you." A girl with dark brown, wavy hair told me. "I love you too." I answered. She pulled me into her and we shared an amazing, three minute long kiss. When I pulled apart, I realized I had no idea who the girl I just kissed was. I was thinking… Amanda? No, her hair is coppery. The sun suddenly was caught behind the clouds and I was able to see the girls face properly. "Miley?!" And then I woke up.

Crapity, crap-crap. Teach is here. Bye.

January 23rd

Spanish, 10:24 AM, my desk

Anyway, back to what I was saying before Herassischokey arrived. He was late again, by the way.

I woke up and it was 6:00. 'Crap,' I thought, 'I need to take a shower.' I quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes.

I walked into my bathroom that's in between the two rooms that belong to me and my brother.

I yawned and stretched as I leaned down to turn the water on. I stripped and hopped in. The warm water cascaded around my shoulders. I grabbed my shampoo and pored some in my hand. I scrubbed my head while singing 'One in a Million'.

Finally, I hopped out of the shower and quickly dressed. I brushed my teeth and hair, dried my hair with a towel and ran downstairs.

I left a quick note on the fridge for my mom, and grabbing my backpack, I quickly walked out of the front door.

It was still semi dark when I got outside. My still-damp hair was in my face, making me shiver. I hopped in my car and drove to Miley's house.

Soon, I got to Miley's. I parked my car, shoved my keys into my pocket and ran to her door. I tousled my hair and waited impatiently.

Miley walked to the door, opened it and smiled. She was still in her pajamas (a blue tank top and silver and green striped boxer shorts), and her hair was in a messy bun. She smiled warmly at me and it made my heart flutter. I grinned back, my smile crooked, but at least my teeth are straight and white!!

"Sorry about my pajamas," Miley apologized. "It's okay." I said, "You look wonderful. And you smell like peaches." Oh, crap. "Oliver, Smokin Oken, say what?" Miley gawked. "Kidding!" I covered. 'Real smooth, Oken. Righto.' I thought to myself.

"Oliver?" She said. "Yeah?" I said louder than I intended. "We need to be quiet so Jackson and dad won't wake up." "Okay." I whispered. "You don't have to whisper, you donut." She said, hitting me in the head with her bear, Beary.

We both have stuffed bears. Another thing Miley and I share in common. Of course, Miley and Lilly don't know of this, praise the heaven almighty.

"Sorry!" I said quietly. "Come on," She said dragging me by the hand as soon as I took perch on the arm of her couch, "Let's go pick out my outfit!"

We raced up the stairs and finally reached her room. She held a finger up to her lips as we closed the door. "Hannah closet." She whispered. I nodded and walked in.

I'd never been in the Hannah closet before. Sure, I've been in her room, but not the Hannah closet. It was HUGE! It was the size of my room!

"Why are you picking out an outfit from your Hannah closet?" I wanted to know as Miley shuffled/slid over in her fuzzy socks to where a rack of clothes was. She looked at me and said, "I'm not. I have some of my own clothes in here too." "Oh, okay." "Yeah. Should I wear this skirt with this shirt or these pants with this shirt or these leggings with this top or this dress with tights?" "What?" I said.

Miley let out a sigh. "What should I wear out of these?" "Hmmh…" I said, rubbing my chin.

'Crap,' I thought, 'I forgot to shave.'

Miley stood there, arms folded and foot tapping, "Well?" "Well, I think you should wear these," I pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans, "This," I said, selecting a hot pink lacy tank top thing with thin straps, "This," I pulled a dark grey, soft hoodie with a small pocket in the front, "And these." I said, grabbing a pair of grey ballerina looking shoes. "That," Miley said to me, "is a masterpiece." I grinned and gave a small bow saying, "Thank you. Thank you very much." "Thank you, Elvis, but I need to get ready." "Okay," I said, plopping myself down on a squashy arm chair. "You need to leave." She said, pointing to the door. "Fine." I pouted and walked out of the room.

A good hour later, Miley walked out of her closet. She had on the outfit I picked out. Her hair was wavy and her skin looked flawless. She smelled even better than she had this morning.

"How do I look?" She smiled, turning around in a circle with a hand on her hip. "BEAUTIFUL!" I blurted out. She looked at me funnily and to cover up… "YOU'RE LIPS ARE SHINY!" She looked at me as if I were an insane sixteen year old boy. "YOU SMELL LIKE VANILLIA!" "Oliver say what?" She said, her accent defined. "Erm…"

And yeah. That's all I'm gonna say since everything after that is way too embarrassing to even think about telling you. Even though I do trust you even more than I trust Lilly. But that's because you can't go blabbing.

Uh oh. Gotta go.

January 23rd

Lunch, 11:42, table

Wow. I mean, WOW. You won't believe the dumb butt thing I did.

I walked into the girls' bathroom.

Yeah, you heard me. I accidently mistook the girls' bathroom as the GUYS bathroom.

And Journal, Miley and Lilly were in there. Lilly was fixing her hair while Miley was tugging self-consciously on her shirt.

"Lilly! I just can't walk up to him and say I love you Oliver!"

Yeah. You heard me right. "WHAT?!" "OLIVER!" Lilly and Miley screamed. Before I knew what was happening, I was shoved out of the girls' bathroom and landed on the floor with a 'thud'.

Ewww… that reminds me of that story that I read for History… 'Thud dead. Thud dead. Thud dead. Thud dead.' And to admit it, I WISH I was thud dead.

Miley and Lilly are ignoring me now.

I know that I probably just walked in at the wrong time, and I know that Miley doesn't really love me.

I bet Lilly was just daring Miley to do something stupid like that one time… she dared Miley to kiss Nate Albertson's older brother, TJ. And she did.

It's not that TJ's ugly… I mean to girl's they think he's pretty hot. I know this because Miley was raving about how 'gorgeous' his auburn hair was.

For some reason, I wished I had his auburn hair instead of my own dark brown.

Okay, well this is a good sign. Miley and Lilly just came and sat with me.

Miley and Lilly need to talk to me so I'll write back…

Journal- Miley and Lilly here! We just wanna let you know that Oliver's in love with you! Yep! Luversssssss kisseys… huggeys… slappers… AHHAHA! Bye! We lurveeee you! Smiley Miley and Lillykins

January 23rd

Lunch, 11:45 AM, table

Okay... that's all I have to say. Nate came up to Lilly, Miley, and me and he sat down next to Lilly. I was sitting across from Miley, as usual, and Lilly was sitting next to her. So when Nate came with his tray, Lilly cooed over him. "Oh, how nice of you to sit with us!" Miley raised an eyebrow and rested her chin the palm of her hand. I licked my pen thoughtfully. Miley narrowed her eyes when she saw Jackson staring pointedly at Lilly. I noticed this too and chuckled softly to myself.

I know more than anyone that Jackson loves Lilly. He does anything to just be at her side… even at Hannah concerts when she's dressed up as Lola… I can still see him staring across the room at her while she's hitting on a random guy.

Anyway, Nate and Lilly were flirting as if they were middle-schoolers who didn't know what to say to a crush.

HOLD UP A SECOND… is that…? Jake?!

Later at lunch

It WAS Jake. It was about two years ago when Miley and him decided to be friends… and he left for another movie in Rome, and never returned.

Miley ran up to him with this huge smile plastered on her face… and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her… and that's when I realized it.

I, Oliver Oken, am deeply and desperately in love with my best friend, Miley Stewart, aka worldwide known… Hannah Montana.

Sucks, huh? Yeah life sure is a walk in the park right now. Currently, Miley and Jake are sucking each other's lips off despite the teachers yelling at them every five seconds for PDA.

I feel like someone just reached into my chest and grabbed my heart and stomped on it repeatedly. I need to talk to Lilly.

I promise to write back later, Journal.

January 23rd

My room, 11:38, my bed

Well Journal, I was told a very shocking story from Lilly.

Miley loved me. She was heads over heels with me. And I didn't even know.

She doesn't love me anymore though… since Jake's back. Lilly said she talked to Miley about me… she won't ever love me back, ever again.

Why didn't I know about this yesterday when I didn't know about my feelings? If I was told… then everything would be different.

Miley wouldn't be with that jerk, Jake Ryan. Okay, so he isn't really a jerk. But I don't like him for stealing my Miley.

Wait… my Miley? I wish. In my dreams, Oken.

WHY DO I HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND?! ARGHHHH! Life sucks monkey ass. Blah.

That was chapter three! Sorry it was kind of short… but yeah. I really hope you guys liked that one! I had a pretty fun time writing it. :D Rate/review- I'll be a happy bunna :P