Disclamier ; My friends think I'm weird because I pour the milk before the ceral when making ceral, also they think I'm weird because i love icecream on toast. Would you like to know the point of this story ? The point is I don't own Hannah Montana and I'm hungry. HAHA! Also there was a little 4 year old at the nursery where im doing work exp talks in a well posh accent and kept saying to me "GOT CHA" and tickeld me so I had to pick him up. Agian point to that story is I don't own anything mayte.
Chapter eleven; Icecream for breakfast
Waking up from the floor of the living room with unsprisingly a bad back, I poked Miley awake because she was mumbling in her sleep. "What cha doing kiddo," She said too me and I finished poking her side.
"Kiddo ? How you feeling ?" I asked I'd heard people got bad hangovers but apart from my bad back I had a slight headache but that wasn't unusual.
"Errrm. AWFUL." She looked it to be honest, "My headaches bigger then the time Uncle Earl thought he could play the drums with his mumble mumble" I didn't even want to know. She was pale and had massive bags under her eyes, her hair on ends.
Oliver walked into the living room tripping over me and Miley and landing into the next room causing Miley and me to burst into fits of laughter.
"STOP MAKING ME LAUGH IT HURTS" Miley said while gasping for air
"where do it hurt ?" Oliver asked careingly
"Everywhere," She mock sobbed
"Serves you right" he nodded while walking into the kitchen and started to make toast. I wondered if Oliver, Miley and Orrin rembered what happened last night. I crossed my fingers that they didn't.
"Errm so MileyRay, rember much that happened last night ?" Please say no.
"Can't remember which parts where the night and which parts where my dreams," She muttered while resting her eyes
"So who wants what on there toast ?" Oliver poked his head round the door
"Strawberry jam," My favourite
"Plain," I guess Miley had heard what I heard about it being good for hangover.
Oliver came into the room with three plates and three mugs. A plate full of strawberry jammed toast with a cup of fresh orange juice with the pulp for me. Plain toast with a cup of black coffe normally Miley hated coffe but agian stupid hangover. And a mountain of toast with differnt flavoured icecream ontop with a icecream float.
"So early in the morning Olliepop." Miley giggled
"Icecream for breakfast. I do worry about you oaky." I rested my head on his shoulder in a friendly way. Oliver looked heistant but rested his head on mine. I smiled but I don't think anyone noticed.
"OH MY GOODNESS" Miley said then she grabbed her head regretting screeking it.
"Wheres the fire ?" I laughed while Miley and Oliver looked at me dumb foundedly. Then I stared at Miley gesturing her to carry on with her story behind the screeking.
"Lilly said she loved you. Didn't she ?" Miley smiled at her random memory. Well sadly that will be her last smile for awhile - a double chinse burn will do her swell.
"errm weellllll urg argh," Oliver stumbbled over each thought he thunk. I bit my lower lip and widened my eyes. I HATE MILEY- even though she is my best friend.
"Well she did buttttt," But what Oliver provide a ladder for this whole I dug myself into. "But she was drunk and didn't mean it." He seemed sure. But I ment it to be honest.
"Only Lilly can decide that OliveOil," Said Miss-Wise-Woman-Of-The-Forest-And-Queen-Of-All-Things-Mad-Also-Known-As-Miley.She looked at me and expected me to fall on the floor and beg him to be with me from now and forever.
"Well I kinda sorta, maybe slightly, alittle," I said rambling till Miley hit my arm, "alot, for awhile, i do." I gulped and looked around for my stuff so I could run away. Miley smiled and Oliver looked everywhere apart from Mine and Milers eyes. Then he unexpectedly whispered something in Mileys ear. Miley gasped but a happy excited way not in a OHNOHOWTERRIBLE way. Miley mouthed something to Oliver along the lines of "Just do it,"
" I like you too," Oliver whispered. Oh what a happy ending to a horrible night.