I think I'm gonna lose it, lose it, lose it

"I thought you said he'd be here," Miley groaned, as we sat down at the tables that were lined by Rico's.

I sighed and rested my head on the back of the chair. "I thought he would be. It's where he's spent the majority of his time since that new guy started working there. Little does he know, his tips are not all that helpful."

"Tell me about it. I mean, telling the poor guy over and over that his style is all wrong, cannot be good for his self-esteem. And he isn't as bad as Jackson," Miley commented. "Jackson going away to college was the best thing that happened to that place."

I laughed, and closed my eyes. "Now that's a mean thing to say."

"Well, if Oliver isn't here, I'm gonna go get some drinks. You want the usual?" Miley asked, and I heard her get up.

"Thank you Miley! I'll pay you back!" I grinned, and I heard her laugh as she walked over to the stand.

A few minutes passed, and Miley still wasn't back. Well, not from what my ears could detect anyway. Surely the queue wasn't that long. I mean, the new guy was faster than Jackson at serving, so he should have been whizzing through customers.

I opened my eyes to see where Miley was, but instead, I found Oliver standing over me, staring down. I jumped up, and spun back round to look at him. "Oliver! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"By looking at you?" he queried.

"Not just by looking at me. By looking at me when I didn't think you were looking at me, made me open my eyes and be totally shocked that you were looking at me," I tried to explain.

Oliver looked confused. Well, if I didn't know what I was talking about, how was he supposed to know?

"Sorry... never mind. We were looking for you. Miley..." I dragged him over to a quieter place and lowered my voice. "Miley is going on tour next week."

"Why is Miley going on tour?" Oliver asked, and I was suddenly reminded of the fourteen-year-old, who didn't grasp things when he should.

I groaned, and flicked Oliver's head... again. Second time in twenty-four hours. "Miley isn't, you freak. Hannah is."

"Oh!" Oliver grasped on, and I rolled my eyes. "For how long?"

"Two weeks," I told him, and tried to analyse the look on his face. I couldn't.

He looked at me, blankly. "Are you going with her?"

What did that mean? Did that mean he wanted me to go with her? Or that he didn't? Wait... why did I care?

"No," I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. I'd have to tell my mom why I was going away for two weeks. And she doesn't know about Hannah Montana yet."

Oliver looked at me strangely. "How does she not know?"

"I tell her that I'm going to Miley's when I go to a Hannah gig. And get ready at Miley's. She doesn't suspect, because unlike your mom, she trusts me," I said, and shrugged.

"Weird," Oliver said.

I rolled my eyes, and turned to look for Miley. She had just picked up the drinks, and was walking over to us.

"You found him," she smiled. "And he was here."

I nodded. "He was. Just later than usual."

"Well that's Oliver written all over." She continued talking as if he weren't standing right behind us.

"I am not always late!" he objected, and Miley laughed.

"Of course you aren't Oliver," she smiled. "So you okay with it being just you and Lilly for two weeks?"

I deliberately didn't look at Oliver. I don't know why, but I didn't want to see his face. If it showed utter disgust - though why would it? I've been his best friend for years, and if he was going to be disgusted, he would have dumped me by now... as a friend, obviously - then I didn't want to see it. And if it didn't... if it showed the opposite - though again, why would it? - I didn't want to find out how I reacted to that.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Oliver put his arm over my shoulders, and I looked at him strangely. So did Miley. "Lilly's awesome, aren't you Lills?"

I nodded at Miley. "Totally awesome. What do you want Oliver?"

He took his arm off my shoulder and looked at me. "Nothing! Why suspect me?"

"Because you always send a compliment when you want something," Miley answered his question.

Oliver sighed. "Shows how much my friends know about me."

"A lot," both Miley and I said at the same time.

"You want a drink, don't you Oliver?" Miley asked, knowingly.

Oliver nodded. "Forgot my money. Will pay you back."

"Come with me and get it then, idiot," Miley turned on her heel, and walked over to Rico's.

I stood, watching them. Oliver was giving the poor new guy some advice, and Miley was looking exasperated. My shoulder was still tingling from where Oliver had flung his arm around me.

But that was just because he'd hit it quite hard.

Wasn't it?

Sorry this is shorter. But I'm in a rush tonight. Better chapter tomorrow.