Disclamier : I have a friend called Hannah and have eaten a Montana bar but sadly this does not make me own Hannah Montana. :D. Two hours of learning about drugs, alchol and smokeing reminded me to update (Guidance & Science do they think i'm a druggie best not do LOL) Oh if you want to see to anything give a suggestion and i'll see if I can fit it into my bigger picture of where I see the story going.

Chapter two ; My hero o)

"Hello who is this ? and do you realise it's like 12:10 ? mindnight time not daylight ?"

"Yes Oliver of course I do, I need your help"

"How?"

"Well Oliver I would explain but it's difficult hiccup it's more a thing ot be viewed" I said laughing alot

"Lilly are you ok ? and BOOO"

"Oliver why are you screaming down my ear ?" He was always a strange boy

"You hiccupped, thats what you're supposed to do. And where are you ?"

"hiccup, thanks, the park please will you come I well we need you and bring you're famouse Ollie trolly with you because we may need it" I smiled while looking at the sweet as pie girl, commonly known as Miley.

"Dam it it didn't work, and ok ok sha'll be there ASAP" He put down the phone, it was getting cold and I wasn't wearing a jacket. Miley was happy in her own little drunk world, she was really quite sweet like a 5 year old or something.

I waited by the park gate for what like seemed forever, Oliver only lived a block away but he was taken ages. "UGGGGGH," i mutter under my breathe now offically freezing and lightheaded.

"UGH ?" a fimillar voice startled me.

"Oliver you you,"

"Adorable creator, manly guy, hunk," Oliver tried to finish of my sentence I coudn't think of any words to say so I just shock my head and frowned.

"What took you so long ?"

"Well I had to find my keys, then I had to decided between bike, skateboard, walk, skates and I didn't have a trolley" He kept on listening excusses and making me head feel all wooshey. He finally stopped talking as I took his hand to lead him to Miley. I felt better holding Oliver hand it made me feel safer because when you come to think about it (which is hard when you've had alchol) two teenage girls sitting in a park at night getting drunk, may cause some unwanted attetion.

"OMG, what ? how ? why ? when ? who ? where ? " Oliver asked while trying to stiffle his giggles

"stuck, she sat and fell, she's tipsy hiccup, about 10 / 20 minutes ago, Miley, park" I answered slightly slurred, but I was proud of myself for rembering all the infomation in the right order. Meldol for one Miss Lillian Hope Tresscot. Ollie just looked at Miley and it was his turn to shake his head and frown. Toghter we manged to wrestle Miley out of the tot's swing.

Miley was smileing like an idiot at Oliver and every so often she just stroked his top (like in Girl next door where thingy strokes the man tie) I laughed - alot.

"OH OH OH OLIVER, my hero" Miley sang for once badly. I joined in and Oliver was getting slightly annoyed so I patted him on the head, as good friends should.

"So Oliver where can me and Miley go ?" I explained the whole situation to him, he seemed pretty reasonable thank God.

"Well no-ones in at my place you can stay there for a while, or the night or something." I leaped into a massive hug and thanked him alot. Miley was still lieing on the floor near the kiddy swing. Togther me and Oliver walked MIley back to his house, which wasn't extackly eay becasue I kept swaying.

I don't know if I was happy or sad that there was no-one in at Oliver's house. I liked his family, they made me laugh. There's his Mum Opal and his dad Oscar, they were luvly always had cookies in the oven. Then there was the five Oaken boys : - Orrin ; the oldest, 17, a rebel he was often out getting drunk and high. He didn't notice me much to be honest. But seems like a nice enough boy. Oliver's least favourite sibling.

Oliver ; my simple friend :), 15, well he's a doughnut.

Owain ; a pain, 13, ever since he became a teenager he's been acting like a perv. He thinks 13 means alot but now-a-days it meens barely anything.

Ostin ; bless, 11, he's quite sweet but very shy. Keeps himself to himselfs but very clever.

Ozzy ; youngest, 9, very femine most likely to turn out gay in my opion but I have nothing agiasnt him or gays.

It's funny but I've only just noticed that everyone in the Oaken family's name begin with O. How weird but I'm not one to judge, especially after tonight.

When we finally arrived at the Oaken house hold. Which is massive I must admit but then agian it had to be to keep seven people in it. I noticed there was an upstairs light on.

"Oliver Oscar Oken," I said his name really slowy for no reason. "Where is there a light on in your house, you engery waster," I did the stroking your chin as if you had a beard thing.

"Honest, I didn't leave a light on," As Oliver was about to put his key in the door the door opened, "I locked the house aswel" Oliver said worried.

I still had hold of Miley and I didn't care if they had burglers or the faires had come I just needed to get Miley on the sofa. As Ollie expected the hall way, I wandered to the living room and placed Mley on the sofa, and turned the light switch on. Definatly not burgerlars I thought because thee massive LCD flat screen was still there. I liked there living room it has lots of framed pictures of the family when they where babys. Rather funny pictures of when they where babies actually.

As Oliver wondered through the house, turning every light on and checking each room to see if anything had been stolen. It hadn't. It confused me, Oliver wandering, Miley giggling, head spinning. Ohhh I felt hungry, dizzy. I hadn't heard Oliver say anything in a while, I felt lonely. I decided to sit on Miley, for a laugh she laughed too. But our laughs were stopped by a massive "SHHHHHH" from the kitchen making Miley laugh more. I staggered over to the kitchen, "OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIVER" I rested my head on his shoulder, "What I'm looking for some food" I'm hungry I thought but I didn't say it out loud. instead I smiled and whispered in Olivers ear "I can see up your nose" He looked at me weird and shoke his head.

"Lilly, lilly, lil-ay" He walked to the cupboard and grabbed some marshmellows. "I don't get it "

"Well I had my head on your shoulder and looked up and I could see up your nose" I said as I grabbed the marshmellows out of Olivers hand

"No, I'm not that dence" I raised my eyebrow well I tried too, "Why you get drunk ?"

"Well Miley asked and I didn't want to let her down I suppose hiccup" Oliver said nothing and walked to the hall way.

"Oliver, the light was on upstairs wasn't it ?" I said hitting my head in a try-to-think-harder-kind-of-way not in a-im-a-freak-way at least I hoped not

"Errrm, I suppose, but," They wandred to the hall way

They both frooze as they heard footsteps down the stairs, the house was slient well apparnt from the footsteps and Mileys laughter of course.