I'm comin' up so you'd better get this party started

"I've lost count of the number of famous people I've seen," Oliver said, as the three of us - me, Oliver and Miley - stood by a table full of fancy looking food.

Miley rolled her eyes. "It's a celebrity party, Oli...Mitchell. It'd be easier to find a celebrity here than it would be to find a chocolate chip in a double chocolate chip cookie."

Over the last few years, Miley's run out of weird metaphors and similes to use, so she now uses ones that make... a little sense.

"Still. I don't think I've seen so many famous people in one room," Oliver remarked, looking round.

"You've obviously never been to the American Music Awards," Miley commented, and then shook her head. "Wait. Of course you haven't."

I raised my eyebrows. "I have. You didn't miss much Mitch." Mitchell is Oliver's cover name. As if it isn't hard enough remembering to call Miley Hannah.

Miley laughed. "They do get boring after a while. Some of the speeches were funny though. Oh my gosh! There's Jake!" She looked at me, as if waiting for permission to go and speak to him.

"Go," I waved my hand in his direction.

She smiled. "You sure you'll be okay here?"

"Of course! I'm enjoying watching the celebrities, and we're near food, so he's fine," I nodded, and she grinned and walked casually over to Jake.

I watched her for a few seconds; saw Jake's face split into a smile when he saw her, and then watched as she twirled her wig around her finger. But because I couldn't hear anything, it got boring, so I turned and looked at Oliver.

"Guess it's just you and me now, Oken," I said, and he shrugged.

"Better than just me," he said, and picked up one of the items on a plate behind him. I don't even want to take a guess about what it was. He chewed for a bit, and then nodded. "Pretty good."

I wrinkled my nose. "Do you even know what it is?"

He shook his head. "Nope. But it sure tastes better than the unidentified stuff from the cafeteria at school."

"Gross." I pulled a face, and wondered, for the thousandth time, how Oliver ate just about anything. Even when we were in kindergarten, he used to eat disgusting stuff. I don't even want to remember...

The music suddenly stopped, and a spotlight drew attention to the person on the stage. I couldn't see them very well; the stage was far away, and the person was quite small.

"Who is it?" I asked Oliver, who was also squinting at the stage.

He shrugged. "No idea. I can't quite tell."

But when the annoying nasally voice erupted from the speakers, we knew exactly who it was: Traci. Traci had never really liked me, and she disliked Oliver more. Ever since he ate an awful lot, and ruined a party of hers... but if you ask me, the puke was an improvement to Paris Hilton's dress. It wasn't a great colour on her.

"Ugh," I rolled my eyes, and turned away, knowing that there was nothing she could say that I would be interested in.

"Now, I want everybody to be dancing. My very good friend Hannah Montana is going to be performing now," she whined, and I turned back to the stage, to see Miley climbing up the steps, and waving.

Traci - thank God - left the stage, and Miley took over. Many people took to the dance floor, as 'If We Were A Movie' began. I tried seeing how many famous people I could see, but the lights were flashing too much.

A prickling on the side of my neck told me that Oliver was looking at me, and I turned to him. "What?"

He didn't say anything for about a minute; just stared. And I don't know why, but as I stared back, I felt this sort of stirring in my stomach. Then he picked up a handful of the things on the table, and held them out. "Want one? They're tasty."

"No," I shook my head. "No thanks. I'm good."

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy, and I'd be the best friend, that you'd fall in love with...

--

"You guys okay?" Miley bounded up to us, and asked, at about half eleven. After the weird moment a few hours earlier, me and Oliver had found a lot to talk about, and no awkwardness was repeated. He even managed to get me to try one of the unidentified... things that he'd been eating all night. They were horrible.

"Yeah," Oliver nodded.

"You and Jake having a good time?" I raised my eyebrows, and she smiled.

"Yeah. We are. I still need to get him to ask me out, but the thing is, if he asks me out here, and somebody hears him, then he's going out with Hannah Montana. If he asks me out when I'm me, then he's going out with some unknown girl from Malibu," Miley explained.

I nodded. "Better for him to ask you out as Miley."

"Totally. So anyway, I was thinking of heading home soon. You guys okay with that?" she asked. "If you want to stay, then I will too."

Oliver shook his head. "I told my mom I'd be home by one."

I laughed. "And we wouldn't want to upset your mom, right?"

"When she's angry, she uses her man voice," Oliver nodded, and raised his eyebrows. Not that you could see that action, because of his long hair.

"Scary," Miley said, and smiled. "Okay then, so I'm gonna go say goodbye to Jake, and then we'll go."

I nodded, and she ran off to Jake. I turned to Oliver. "Well, this hasn't been a very interesting night, has it?"

Oliver shrugged. "We could do something else. I have at least an hour until mom gets angry."

"But what else?" I asked, and looked over at him.

"Beach," we both said, simultaneously.

Sorry that it isn't a very interesting chapter. The next one should be more interesting.