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I was officially creeped out by this girl. First she had tried to blind me, now she was flirting with Oliver of all people! But, now, she seemed uncomfortable.

"Hi, I'm Reilly, the photographer and reporter for Concert People," she said, sitting down.

"I'm Hannah, this is Lola and that's Oliver, as I see you... already... know..." I said, watching them stare uncomfortably at each other. I knew I had heard her name before...

"Oh, um, yeah, we met in the pretzel line," Reilly said. I gave Lilly a 'why the heck did you let Oliver go out to the pretzel line all by himself?' look. Lilly shrugged. "So are you ready?" Reilly said, giving me a really small, but really dirty look.

"What did I do?" I thought, sitting down. "I'm ready," I said, sitting down.

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I knew the look Miley had just given me. It usually meant, 'We're gonna have a serious talk about why you left Oliver alone.' But it was just to get pretzels and two Mountain Dews! I didn't think he would meet a girl that actually liked him in the span of five minutes! Oliver ran his hand through his hair to make sure he looked better. "So he does like her!" I thought. I preoccupied myself duirng the interview by planning what I was going to tell Miley and how I could hook up Oliver and this girl Reilly. Next thing I knew, Miley was elbowing me in the arm. I came back to Earth and saw Reilly, Oliver and Miley staring at me.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"I just asked you a question," Reilly said.

"Ohh that question," I said.

"She didn't hear the question," Oliver said. I gave him a look and kicked him. "Ow!" he said, rubbing his leg. Ok, so my high heels were a little tall, but hey, he deserved it.

"Ok, I'll ask it again. What are the challenges of being a famous pop superstar's best friend?" Reilly asked.

"Oh, well, mostly that I can't go anywhere with her because of the fans," I said, making this up on the spot.

Finally the interveiw was over. Reilly pulled Oliver aside while Miley yanked me into her dressing room. "What's wrong with you?!" She demanded, pulling off her wig, letting her hair fall down to her chest.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, following her lead and pulling off the purple wig, letting my blonde braids fall almost to my chest.

"I'm talking about the fact that Oliver looked serious about that girl!" Miley said.

"Well it's not my fault that Oliver likes someone who likes him back. Ok, that sounded strange," I said, sitting down on Miley's dressing room couch.

"Tell me about it!" Miley said, opening her door to look out at Reilly and Oliver.

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I giggled. Oliver and I had everything sorted out. He didn't hate me, like I had thought, he was just surprised. "So, do you want to, maybe..." he started.

"Of course!" I said.

"Great, you wanna, go to a movie or something?"

"I'd love to!"

"Great! So... meet me there?"

"Sounds good."

"Ok, so, Saturday night, say... 6?"

"I should be off work then."

"Great, see you there!" Oliver walked off. I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream in delight. But I did do a little dance. Little did I know...

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"Did he just..." Lilly asked.

"I think so..." I said.

"And she said yes? To Oliver Oaken?"

"I think so."

"Pinch me, I'm dreaming," Lilly said in disbelief. I pinched her hard. "Ow! Not that hard!"

"Sorry. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"That we should put worms in Amber and Ashley's lunch tomorrow?" Lilly asked enthusiastically.

"No. We should do a little spying at the movies. Saturday at 6," I said, making my evil face.

"Ok, I really don't like it when you do that," Lilly said.

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