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When I knocked on the door, Miley and Oliver rounded the corner of the garage. We were silent for a minute.

"Uh...hi. You didn't pick up your phone," I said.

"Nope," was Mileys reply, just as stubborn as she was.

"Well, I was going to call to...apologize," I said. We both looked at Oliver, who had his hands behind his back, and was looking around nervously and awkwardly.

"Oh, right," he said going inside the house.

"Why?" Miley asked.

"Because I shouldn't have said what I did. I didn't want you to find out, but I'm just gonna have to except that, and...get over it," I admitted.

"What I mean is, why would you be the one apologizing? You where afraid that I'd like Hannah more, and I acted like I did. Truth is, I just got a little confused from so much info. That was huge news," she said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Hugs?"

We hugged once again and walked inside. Oliver was looking at a picture of Hannah Montana that I had taken when I was thirteen. I remember that day from what I was wearing. I had to get up at four in the morning.

"Hannah is so gorgeous," Oliver said.

"Eew," Miley said.

"Double eew," I said thinking of the fact that he just called me gorgeous.

"Hey Oliver," I said deciding to confuzille him. "Do you think that I would look good as a red head? Like Hannahs hair?" I asked. Now I'm just plain mean.

Oliver put down the picture and studied my face.

"I'm sorry but no. You'd look horrible. You have to always remain blond," he said.

Miley laughed, but tried to hold it in with her hand.

"And what do you think you would do if I died it red?" I asked.

"Tickle you to death," was his answer. I laughed, but didn't let Oliver hear. Miley burst from behind her hand and erupted with giggles.

"Hey, I'll be right back, I have to go poke things with toothpicks. I'll be back, in like, an hour," he said leaving. I rolled my eyes. Typical Oliver.

"He so loves Hannah," Miley said.

"I know. Eew," I said. "Although you like-" I started. I was going to tease her for her massive crush on Jake. I knew because she told me, and I also knew that he liked her back, but no matter how hard I tried to get them together, it wouldn't work. I finally bribed Jake, telling him that if he asked her out today, I'd give him five bucks. Mileys phone cut me off from doing that.

"Hello?" she answered. "Oh hi Jake."

Pause.

"Oh okay, I'll talk to you later then," she said. "Bye."

"What did he say!" I shrieked when he hung up.

"He sounded all nervous, and then said he had to go after not saying really anything at all," she answered.

Remind me to beat that boy.

"He's going to call back later though when he's 'not busy.'" Miley said.

"Well what should we do now?" I asked.

We watched t.v. for a long long while. I guess it was only an hour, because Oliver came, interupting us.

"Hey guys, I'm back," he said.

"Yippee," I said unenthuised.

"Ha, you're a comedian," he said. He so liked me. Mileys cell phone rang.

"Hey it's Jake again," she said. "Hello?" she answered.

Pause.

"Really? That's cool."

Pause.

"Hangin out with Oliver and Lilly."

Pause

"Oh really? No way! Are you serious?"

Pause.

"I'd love to! I'll meet you there in five," she said hanging up. When she did I squealed.

"Now what did he say!"

"We're going out!" Miley shrieked.

Miley and I jumped up and down with excitment. We were both squealing. Then we looked at Oliver, who came out of one of his trances, and began to mock us.

"Come on, I told him we'd meet him at the beach in five," I said.

"Okay come on let's go," I said going towards the door but stopped to see Oliver sitting on the chair.

"Oliver come on," I called.

"Just wait. I'm imagining Hannah and I's wedding. It's pretty," he said dazed. I ran over and pulled him up, making him follow us.

"When are you ever going to tell him?" Miley whispered.

"Uh...I don't know if I ever will," I said.

"What? You have to!" she said.

"Have to what?" Oliver whispered, clearly hearing us.

"Nothing. Hey there's Jake!" Miley said to switch topics. I began to think of the fact that Oliver liked me. Do I like him? Could I give him a chance? I don't know. I should I think.

"Hey Miley," Jake said coming up and putting her arm up.

They went down to the shoreline to sit and talk, while Oliver and I sat where we were in the sand.

"Hey Oliver," I started to ask if he really liked me. I found it kinda wierd, considering we're best friends and everything.

"Yeah Lils?" he asked looking down at his picture.

"I was wondering, if maybe...you liked me," I said.

He looked up once, but just for a second.

"Of course. You're my best friend Lil," he said.

"Thanks, but I mean as more then a friend," I said.

"Oh. That kind. No," he said. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not when he was looking down at the picture of Hannah.

"Really? Are you sure? Cause I kinda overheard you talkin to Miley, and I was wondering," I said stopping myself in mid sentence. He was looking from my wrist to the picture, from my wrist, to the picture, wrist, picture, wrist, picture, wrist, picture, and it was really freakin me out

"Are you okay?" I asked. He took one final look on the picture. "Oliver?" I asked.

"Is that the bracelet I made you when you first moved here from Nebraska?" he asked, nodding towards my wrist.

I looked down.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Than why does Hannah Montana have the same exact one?" he asked showing me the picture, and yup, there it was. That's why I remembered that picture day. Because I had forgotten to take off the bracelet, but I figured Oliver would be to mental to figure it out.

"I...um...erm..." I started. He stared back at the picture, and then at me. All of a sudden he jumped up onto his feet. Then he pointed at me.

"You!! You're...you're...um...erm..." he said. All of a sudden his eyes went to the back of his head, and then closed, and he was on his back.

"Surprise?"