Hey everyone!!! Thanks so much for the reviews- they made me totally happy and made me wanna update faster!!! Okay, I have some notes to give people.

MarauderNicki- sorry for your lack of Lackson! There should be some really cute stuff coming soon!

StoryTagger- he is friends with Jackson and Nate but just not best friends. I have a surprise written in this chapter for ya!! And no, Oliver is NOT 6'1, he was exaggerating. He's more like 5'10 or soHe was actually using his purple pen from one of the earlier chapters.

iheartdisney128- it was certainly NOT a problem to read your stories! I read like, half of the Moliver and Lackson stories on the site, lol. I found yours and I was like AWESOME!!! And then I went to your page and watched your videos and I was like… hmmh… these seem familiar and then I was like POW! Ehmagawd, I KNOW you! Not personally, of course but anywho.

IhEaRtMiTcHel128- I updated asap! Yay!! Sorry if it wasn't quick enough for any of you- I went skiing this weekend. EEEP!

Laura0505- thanks so much :D

(Dang, I got a lot of reviews for this chapter!!)

drummer8907- thanks! Don't you worry- there will be more than plenty of Moliver in the future! I like taking things slow, they'll get together around chapter fifteen. There will be 30 chapters in the story hopefully.

PS: In case you didn't figure this out already, him talking to Journal is like him talking to you :P

SATURDAY, January 28th

My room, my bed, 11:30 AM

Hello Journal. I was just rudely awoken by none other than Tiger Lilly (A/N that's my nickname for my cat, Lilly lol) and the endangered Miley Cat.

They both pounced on me when I was off in Dream-A-Gogo Land about the Miley Cat. But she wasn't really cat, she was just Miley… riding my trolley… again… but that's beside the point.

I was happily dreaming away when I was JUMPED by two Californian babes (in my dreams, not in real life because I would never call Lilly a babe… maybe- no definetly, Miley but not Lilly). They started jumping on me and all of the sudden I had a dream that I was that old king guy from Cinderella.

You know, the part when he was dreaming about his grandchildren and they were jumping up and down on his stomach? Yeah.

Anyway, Miley and Lilly are staring me down and it's kind of scary. Haha, staring… scary… they rhyme!

Dear Oliver's Diary-

He was having a dream about me? I was on his trolley? What's THAT supposed to mean, Diary? Miley's on Ollie's trolley… seriously, I need help. Whatevs. Talk to you later!!!

Hugs and kisses (with extra kisses and hugs), Miley

SATURDAY, January 28th

Miley's room, Miley's floor, 1:30 PM

Oh my god. I cannot believe Miley saw what I said about the dream. At least she didn't realize what it meant. You should have seen how red I was when I saw what she had written.

Why does Miley only have girly pens?

Right now I'm writing with this red Ariel pen from the Little Mermaid.

How un-macho is that? Totally un-manly.

I'm hanging out with Miley right now. Yippee!!.. I mean, cool.

Lilly has plans with Nate so she said she'd be over to Miley's house around 7-ish.

Miley's answering Hannah mail and she has been for the past hour.

Needless to say, I'm dying of boredom.

I really feel like playing Guitar Hero 3… I'm THE master!

Miley just said she found an interesting Hannah mail… she is reading it to me now.

It's the one from me!!! OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS! I pray on the Holy Bible that she won't figure out that I'm the mysterious person.

"Awwww…" She is saying, "that's so sweet, isn't it?"

She read the entire thing out loud and it made me start to sweat.

"Yeah… very… sweet."

"Dear alias,

I can only do so much for girl advice. But the best advice I can give you is to tell this girl. It's obvious you've probably liked her a very long time but you've never noticed it. I'm sure she'll be flattered at the very least. I kind of know what you're going through, believe it or not. I'm in love with one of my best friends but I'm trying to make him jealous by going out with someone else. I know I probably shouldn't be telling you this but you remind me of someone I know. I can't exactly put my finger on it though. Don't move on until you know for sure that it is the right thing to do.

I hope this advice works,

With love from Hannah Montana.

Oh my god! Does Miley… no.

I HAVE to talk to her.

Saturday, January 28th

Miley's House, Miley's room, Miley's bed, 3:30 PM

Journal-

Yep, I'm still at Miley's.

We went shopping forever and I held her bags like a proper best guy friend who's in love.

It was very… humiliating and also AMAZING.

You may be wondering why, but by the time I'm finished explaining, you'll be blushing bright red from the roots to your tips or whatever that expression is.

I was wandering through Macy's struggling with about fifteen large shopping bags, trying to find Miley.

Finally, I ran out of esteem (and gasoline… but EW, not like that!) and asked a saleslady.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked politely. She turned around from where she had been folding red Tommy polo shirts and said, "Yes honey, what can I do for you?"

"Well, this may seem like a random question, but I'm looking for a friend of mine. She's about… this tall," I say, putting my hand up a little below my jaw line, "She's about this thin," With my hands, I measured how skinny I thought she was, "She has dark brown, long wavy hair… and silvery blue eyes that kind of sparkle when they hit the light just right… she's wearing a blue tee shirt dress with a pocket in the front and some jimmy… I mean skinny jeans?"

The woman grinned. "Yes, I know EXACTLY the girl you are talking about." "Really?" "Yes. She's in the dressing rooms," She adjusted her glasses and raising her eyebrows she asked, "I see you're being a loving boyfriend by carrying her bags, she's very lucky to have a special young man like you." She boasted.

I blushed. I blushed hard, too. "Ummm… I-I. I-I'm not her b-boyfriend." I stuttered foolishly. "Oh," The lady smiled, "I see. Well, good luck, young man." "With what?" I asked. "Getting her." "Er, well… thanks." I said. And then I headed off towards the dressing rooms.

I walked into the women's dressing rooms and came upon a very disgruntled lady sitting at the desk. "Are you a woman?" She asked rudely. "Ummm… no, I'm just here to find my friend." "Oh. Girlfriend?" She asked, nodding knowingly.

Why was everyone thinking that? Can't a guy friend carry his girlfriends bags? And by girlfriend I mean girl as a friend not girl as a girl who I make out with all the time. Although that would be pretty awesome…

"No, just my friend." I said. "Oh," she said, propping her hands up under her chin, "I had a boyfriend like you." "You had?" I asked. "Yeah. He died in a car wreck one week ago." She said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Oh my god… I'm so sorry." I said.

Now I understood why she was being so rude at first.

"We engaged," She said, "I still have this." She pulled out a small chain and it had a ring on it. "This is my engagement ring he gave me a month ago. We were planning for a wedding next fall."

I felt super bad for this girl. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose a loved one like that…

I pulled a particularly heavy Gap bag onto my shoulder more comfortably. The woman seemed to snap out of it because she quickly said, "I'm sorry. I'm just here rambling about stuff you don't care about while you're standing there with several heavy bags."

"No, no! I do care! I'm really sorry about your loss." Her eyes became glossy again and she said, "Thanks for caring. Nobody's really had much sympathy for me. My mom basically just told me to suck it up, and it's life." "Well, just take your time. I know what it's like to lose someone you know you'll never have again… well, in my case I've actually never had this person… but I can't imagine life without her."

The lady smiled and said, "Good luck with her." Being used to this by know, I said, "Thanks."

I walked into the dressing room, hauling all the many bags and saw the curtains.

"Miley?" I asked. Nothing. I walked around, trying to see beneath the curtains but they dragged on the carpeted floor. "Miley?" I said again.

Suddenly, an unhappy, scruffy looking man hurried past, causing a large draft of wind (and Journal, not THAT kind of wind), causing one of the curtains to open in the middle (for some strange reasons, they had two smaller curtains that opened from the middle).

I peeked in to make sure no one was in there. What I saw next, made my jaw drop and… made me need to take another cold shower.

It was Miley. Dancing around on a stool in a hot pink strapless bra and a pair of (very tiny) hot pink shorts that said 'Love Pink" in rhinestones on the butt. Which did what it was supposed to… it drew my eyes to her… bumoli. I would have done that anyway… but yeah.

"Miley?" I said in shock. She screamed. A blood curdling scream that sent the lady I talked to at the desk over to us in a flash. I dropped her bags.

Desk's (the nickname I've given the lady) eyes went the size of Miley's bra cups (that was probably a very perverted comparison), her jaw dropped, and then she started cracking up.

Miley quickly jumped off the stool and quickly tugged the curtains shut, leaving me and the bags shut in there with the half naked Miley. I needed a bucket of water, and desperately. I needed SOMETHING to get the monster away that had decided to nest in my pants.

"Oliver, what are you DOOOING in here?" She demanded me. I picked up a shopping bag and held it in front of myself so she wouldn't notice my newfound friend.

"I was coming to find YOU!" She quickly shimmied into her clothes and then pulled her hair out from beneath her dress thing.

My special friend still hadn't left my pants. "Oliver, give me that bag, I need to get something out of it. To my major embarrassment, she grabbed the bag from me.

She rummaged around a bit in her bag and then looked up. "Ummm Oliver?" She asked, looking down a bit low. "Yeah?" I said, shuffling around a bit. "Why are you…?" "Miley, look. I know you don't feel the same way but…"

She looked at me and then… "Oliver are you..."

By that point, I'm guessing Desk had walked off.

"Am I what?" I asked. "Oliver you're pants... Oliver why are you..." She was silenced by me doing something I had wanted to do for a very long time... I grabbed her by the waist and...

Oh crap. Miley's out of the shower. Gotta go. I'll finish up later.

Sorry for the cliffhanger! I really wasn't planning on it! What's gonna happen next? Anxious? Excited? Biting your nails in… what's the word… well… suspense? All of the above? I don't know, lol. I DO know what's gonna happen next though. Anddd it's the first good Moliver part!!! First major hints of Lackson next chapter! I hope you all liked it! Please review! (Sorry if this chapter isn't very good, but I'm uber tired, it's 1:48 AM and I went skiing all day today!!!)