Hello all! Thanks again for the reviews! Happy dances Anyway, the real drama starts here… chapter 5:D Yay! Keep it up because YOU are the people who keep this story going! Sure, I'm here to write the thing but you guys keep me going! Yay! Oh yeah, you all should be uber happy that I was sick again today so I had time to write!!!!! Hurrah! Eh... I need to get out more often... lol :P

Pairings for this chapter:

Late, Jiley, some Moliver, a sprinkle of Lackson, andddd dun, dun, dun…... Olleen (Oliver… and Ashleen)

Chapter 5:

Ashleen Davis

Wednesday, January 25th

8:00, Lockers

To Journal:

As I stand here writing in you, Miley and Lilly are fussing over their hair.

I don't know how we managed it, but us three have our lockers right next to each others. Cool, huh? I think Lilly may have bribed our principal into it though…

I love Miley so much… she's so perfect… she's beautiful beyond anything I've ever seen before. Whoa… who's that?

Write back later.

Later

8:32, Homeroom, my Desk

Wow. There's a new girl in school. Her name is Ashleen and she's HOT.

She's from some place called New Caledonia. Her skin is tan (but not orange. It's obviously natural, and not just from the sun), her long, wavy black hair reaches just below her back, and she has stunning silver almond shaped eyes. Her face is perfectly shaped and her lips are full and luscious.

Miley said she reminds her of Pocahontas.

I disagree. I said she kind of looked like Jessica Alba.

Miley and Lilly thought otherwise, saying that her hair was too dark and her eyes were silver, not brown. I told them her body was just like Jessica's, receiving two slaps on each arm. Double oucho.

Anyway… she's SO hot! I have a feeling all the guys are going to croon over her… hmmh I love that word. Croon… and I love the way Ashleen's name rolls off the tip of my tongue… Ashleen… Ashleen… Ashleen, Ashleen, Ashleen… well, you get the point, Journal.

La da, la, la, da, la da. I feel like SINGING… I feel like DANCING… I feel like SKIPPING IN THE RAIN… I feel like SOAKING IN MY FAME… oh my god. Did I just sing that out loud?

"Oliver are you a seal?" Miley is asking me "No…" "Then why are you barking?" "I'm SINGING, thank you very much!" I say.

That was hot. Smokin Oken needs a cup of ice cold lemonade or something. Or a cool shower… wait. NOT LIKE THAT, JOURNAL. PROMISE!

Miley rolls her eyes and flicks a piece of eraser at Lilly. Lilly is flirting with Nate, as usual, and doesn't seem to notice the piece of eraser. "Oliver?" "Uh huh?" I say, looking at Ashleen. "Oliver! Earth to Oliver!" Miley was saying. "Wha…?" I am broken from my trance by getting hit in the head with Miley's notebook.

"OW!" "Oliver, I was asking if you have a piece of paper!" "You want me to mate her?" "NO!" "Oh, then what did you say?" "I SAID do you have a piece of paper!" "A piece of tape fur?" "NO! PAPER!" "Oooh paper! Why didn't you say so in the first place?" "I DID!" By this time, the entire class was silent, and all eyes were on us. Can you say EMBARRISING?! "Yeah, here." I said handing her a piece of loose-leaf I got out from my black binder. It says Paramore on it. Miley gave it to me for my birthday last year. Favorite present that year! Yeah-yuh!

I love Paramore. Best band EV-ER!

Anyway… Argh… I don't know… I thought I liked Miley… but maybe… maybe I don't anymore. She IS over me, right? RIGHT? RIGHT, JOURNAL? RIGHT?!

Again. Blah, I expected an answer from you again, Journal. Am I getting lonely or WHAT? I need a girlfriend

Ugh. Miley and Jake are making kissy faces at each other. I don't really know why this bothers me like this but it does. A lot. UGH. Life sucks fish whiskers.

Anyway, Mr. Herassischokey is here (after make out or you-know-what session with Mrs.… or would it be Ms. now?... his hair is all tousled and his tie is untied. Gags). Gotta go, he's about to BLOW!!! His face is all red…

Ew, no Journal you're more perverted than me!

Eh, my imagination is getting the better of me. Idios, retardos. Or whatever… hmmh. See ya later, alligator.

At this point, Journal, you're supposed to say 'see ya tomorrow, crocodile (A/N that may be different than ya'll learned it but my dad also has a creative side which is where I can come up with stuff like 'life sucks monkey ass' and 'life sucks fish whiskers' or even a name like 'Herassischokey'.)

Wednesday, January 25th

Lilly's room, Lilly's house, a certain time…

I'm over here at Lilly's house "studying" with her, Nate, Miley, and Jake.

The only productive thing that they're doing is making out. If you call that productive, cause I call it gross.

After a half hour of studying alone (pity pity, poor poor me ), I decided that I could take a break from my History and write a while.

OH YEAH! I was searching through Miley's backpack for a pen and I found lyrics to a new song. I know she wouldn't want me to read them but I did anyway. The song was entitled 'The Story of my Broken Heart'.

No, Journal, I did NOT stoop down low enough to copy down the lyrics when she thought I was copying her Advanced English notes… okay, yes I did. Here's the song (I found some blue duct tape in Lilly's bathroom when I was going… don't ask me WHY Lilly keeps duct tape in her bathroom. I don't understand the female minds… ESPECIALLY Lilly's.), so I'm taping it on here. Here it is:

(A/N: The italicized parts of the songs are the verses and the bolded lines are the refrain. Just thought I would let you know that)

You're everything that I've ever wanted

But you walked away

You will never see what I love you for

You went astray

On this path of silver and gold

You said no…

You make everything just seem so right

But I want you to know

Before you go…

I could give you anything, I would do just anything

I would go across the world if it would make you change your mind

I could say anything, I would do just anything

To have you say "I wish you were mine"

But I know that it will never happen

It'll be the end of this story

The story of my broken heart

I sometimes wonder what it would be like

If you said that I was the girl for you

It would make me see an extraordinary light,

Shed away my disguise, open your eyes

Every day I wish you'd come to me

And take me by the hand

We could run away, just talk all day

And nothing would have to be planned

But I want you to know

Before you go…

I could give you anything, I would do just anything

I would go across the world if it would make you change your mind

I could say anything, I would do just anything

To just have you say "I wish you were mine"

But I know that it will never happen

It'll be the end of this story

The story of my broken heart

You're pulling me in, taking me down

Making me feel like I nothing to lose

You don't even know

What I'm willing to show…

I guess I'll just have to go

But

You're always with me, always around

You just don't understand

How I feel…

I love you

Don't you see

That you are everything I wanna be with

You are the only one I wanna be with…

Yeah-e-yeah

I could give you anything, I would do just anything

I would go across the world if it would make you change your mind

I could say anything, I would do just anything

To just have you say "I wish you were mine"

But I know that it will never happen

It'll be the end of this story

The story of my broken heart

Oh, oh

You're the text inside my book

Oh, yeah, oh

I guess you'll never… know

Sad, isn't it? I couldn't help to wonder who it was about…

Obviously, it wasn't about me so I just threw away that dream.

Speaking of dreams… I had to take an icy shower this morning.

Yes, Journal, to answer your question that I know your just DYING to know, it WAS about Miley… and it wasn't the normal just making out type of dream… it was the whole cosa (thing).

ANYWAY, enough about my 'dirty' dreams… CRAP.

Dear Diary,

Is it really true that my little Ollie had a dream that Miley was on his Trolly?! Oh my gawd, wait till I tell Miley! She'll be oh so jolly! Oh my gawd, Olliekins Diary… all that TOTALLY rhymed! I should be a poet! I could be a writer… and write poems about bikers that like to have tigers under their lighters that like to bite… er's! Yay! I am the rhyming QUEEN DIVA EXTRODINARE! Viola! I gotta go love you, Ollie Wollie's jolly diary!

XOXOXOXOXOX (and extra X's and O's), LILLY TRUSCOTT!

Thursday, January 26th

My room, my bed, 10:40

Journal-

I am SO, SO, SO SORRY that Lilly kept calling you my Diary! I really hope you know that that is just how Lilly is, so WAH and WHOO and OUT THERE! WEEE DOGGIES!

Guess what??? No, you'll never guess. Yes you will! No, no you won't! Yes you will! No you won't! Okay, fine. It's taking you too long to guess so I guess I'll just have to tell YOU.

Remember that date that I was going on with Miley, Nate and Lilly? That me and Miley were gonna go as friends? Wellll… I'm not going with Miley anymore! That's right, Smoken Oken has got himself a date with the one…

The only…

ASHLEEN DAVIS!

Da-yum! The kid is good! I know, I know him! No really, he's really good! I know, I am him! Nahhh you CAN'T be! Think again, LOSER I AM Mr. Ashleen Davis... wait...

Anyway. Miley's going with Jake but I don't care because I'm going with ASHLEEN DAVIS! HELL YEAH!

Oh god. That reminds me. When I called her to ask her tonight (she gave me her phone number today in Geometry- others guys asked for it but she turned them down! She actually handed hers to me! Oliver shoots! He scores! YAY HE'S A TOTAL MAN BABE… wow that sounded odd) her mom answered. The conversation went like this. "Hello, this is Stephanie!" "Um… hi… this is…" "Oh, is the that Smoky Okey that Ashee was talking about?" In the background I heard a girl whining, "Mom, give me the phone! And get it RIGHT, it's Smoken Oken, not Smoky Okey!" "Sorry hunny!" She said to the girl. I hear a static noise and I hear… "Is this Oliver?" "Yeah, Ashleen!" "Hey!" She said happily, "I was afraid you wouldn't call!"

One thing, YEAH she was thinking I would maybe call her and then… she thought I was going to call her? She thought I wouldn't? What?

"Oh… yeah. Well, I was wondering if you had any plans for this Friday night at 7:00?" "Lemme check…" I hear shuffling of papers, "No, not anything at 7:00… but I have a modeling thing from 4:30-6:00." "Modeling?" I ask. "Yeah, I'm a model… I'm doing stuff for Ford Agencies…" SHE'S A MODEL FOR FORD ANGENCIES?! "But after that I'll be free!" "Okay! Sounds great!" I say.

I HAVE A DATE WITH A SUPER MODEL! HELL YES!

Sorry if that lacked Moliver and Lackson. I PROMISE there will be more of it in chapters to come. I hope you liked that chapter! Please review! Love ya guys! Kisseys! Anddd Madeline's… out!