CHAPTER SIX

I've Got You Memorized

Miley's Point of View

The person was none other than Jake.

"J-Jake!" I stammered nervously. "W-what, uh, how did you get h-here?"

"I was looking for something in Miley's closet, when I found the doors that lead heer," Jake said. "You know Miley, right? She's my stepsister now. Wait, Lilly, you know Hannah? And, Hannah, what are you really doing here?"

Suddenly practically bursting with confidence, I pulled the wig off. "Jake, it's me. Miley. I'm Hannah Montana. I'm so sorry that I've been keeping it a secret from you, but it felt like I had to. I didn't trust you much, but now, I whole-heartedly do."

Jake nearly fainted. "What? Are you... are you serious?"

I rushed to his side. "I'm really, really, sorry."

Jake gave me a hug. "I know, I know. I shouldn't be mad. Instead, I should understand and support you." He leaned in to give me a kiss, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to or if I should.

"Uh, well, hey!" Lilly suddenly yelled.

Jake and I turned to her, completely stopping the kiss, if there would be one.

Lilly looked at her watch. "Look at the time. Listen, I have to go."

"Bye, Lillian," I told her as she passed Jake and I.

"See you later, Lil," Jake said at the same time.

"See you guys around!" Lilly said hurriedly, turning back once, then closing the Hannah closet doors behind her.

Jake turned back to me. "Now, where were we?"

Lilly's Point of View

I passed Miley's brother just as I went to leave. "Hey, watch it, Truscott!" he yelled after me.

I didn't even waste time to look back at him. I needed to catch up and get there on time. Oliver had actually text messaged me an hour ago telling me to meet him at the beach. The beach, where we shared that kiss. At a time like this, in front of the sunset. We were going to have a talk about the kiss for sure. I looked at my watch for the millionth time, running as fast as I could with my skateboard in tow. I hoped to the heavens that Oliver didn't think that I'd stood him up. I just got the message now.

We bumped into each other, both falling down onto the sand. We were both running so fast, we didn't even see each other.

"Nice to see someone finally show up," Oliver quipped, brushing sand off of his hair.

I did the same. "Sorry," I told him. "I got the message just now, and..." I sighed. "What do you want, anyway?"

"I want to talk," Oliver said, helping me get up. "About... you know..."

I sighed, yet again. "Yeah, I think I get it. I'm thinking about the same thing, too."

"I'm tired of the beach and its beautiful sunsets," Oliver said, making me shiver at the sound of the b-word. It brought back everything. Huh. Amazing. Just one word makes you remember a past event. "Let's go to my room."

"Sure, whatever," I replied, although the thought of the two of us alone in his room made my heart do all these somersaults. What if we kiss again? Or, worse, what if we do more than that? Not that I mean we'd actually move onto second base, I won't even think of doing that with my age, I mean, you know, we'd actually make out.

Minutes later, we were in his room, quieter than ever. I was pacing beside his bed, while he sat on it, appearing to be in deep thought.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Why did you kiss me, really? Do you think you can manipulate me just like that?"

"What?" Oliver asked. "I was not trying to manipulate you, Lilly. I was a bit confused myself."

"Okay, then." I sat down beside him on the bed. "Show me how you think it happened."

"You were looking at the ocean, the sunlight on your face," Oliver told me. "Then you said that you haven't seen anything so beautiful."

I nodded. "And?"

"I told you that neither have I," Oliver continued. "And then, it just happened. Just like... just like that."

"But don't deny it when I say that you were the one responsible," I said.

"I won't." Oliver raised his right hand as he said this.

I looked at his hand, then into his eyes. And he happened to be doing just the same.

"Tell me, is it going to happen again?" I asked him, as our face inched closer and closer.

Oliver shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

"I think it's maybe," I told him one last time, before our lips met.

We were totally making out. What I was afraid of to happen, I actually liked. I pulled away. "Now tell me who the person responsible for that was."

"You, of course," Oliver replied simply.

"What makes you say that?" I said.

"I've got you memorized," Oliver told me. "I knew from the start that you're totally in love with me."

Now, I knew that Oliver was quite stuck-up and obnoxious, thinking he's all that. But I also knew that he wasn't stupid enough to act like that around me. I wasn't even sure if I liked him, or, in his words, "totally in love" with him yet.

"Oh, really, you've got me memorized," I repeated. "Well, try to tell me if you've memorized this!" I gave him a hard slap in the face, and I proceeded out of his room, running down the stairs, out the door of his house, and towards my own.

I couldn't believe it. Of course, I still didn't know what that kiss meant, and now I have to decipher that make-out session, and what Oliver meant with what he told me. I don't even know if we're still friends, or if we were more than that. My mind was reeling with all these questions I'm afraid won't be answered.

Lastly, I couldn't figure out and decide if this was the best day of my life, or the worst.

I'm thinking both.

(A/N: Oh, no, what now? Will Miley quit? What will happen of Lilly and Oliver? Find out if you stay tuned! Please review! It means a lot to me.)