CHAPTER FIVE

Busted? Not quite.

Oliver's Point of View.

Nick and I were walking down the crowded street, toward the music store with the bright pink neon sign shining. Well, I think it was on but it was a little hard to tell due to the sunlight. But I think it was on.

"Nick, is that sign on?" I asked, squinting trying to get a better look to see if there was some sort of bright outline against the letters.

I saw him look over at me, a confused look on his face. He was going to say something sarcastic; people were always sarcastic to me.

"I dunno," He replied averting his eyes to the sign, which was now above us.

"Hmm. These are the questions that haunt me," I couldn't help but laugh, I had just quoted Lilly. Why the heck was I quoting Lilly when there were so many other people out there to quote? Miley always said Nick was a good person to quote, but I never really understood what he said most of the time. He was pretty deep. I wasn't.

"Ok," He chuckled and pushed the door open, I followed and instantly the smell of wood filled my nose. I wasn't much of a music guy, not like Nick. I had caught him once, when I accidentally kind of walked into his house without knocking or ringing the doorbell. He was in his room alone, playing an electric guitar and singing along to some Switchfoot song. I knew it was that band, because whenever you were with Nick, some Switchfoot song was always playing.

Once he looked up and saw me standing there, he made me swear not to say anything. Apparently being able to play guitar and sing along at the same time is a bad thing.

"Whoa, look at this one," I smiled, having no idea what I was talking about as I pointed to an orange acoustic guitar. Nick stood beside me, craning his neck to look up at the guitar that was hanging from the roof.

"Orange? I like the traditional brown acoustic guitars better," He pointed to his left at one sitting in the window. I nodded, deciding to play along.

"Oh my gosh," I gasped. Nick was gaping at the window, his eyes wide.

"What do we do!?" He asked, crouching down on the ground, and pulling me down too.

"Run! We have to get out of here before he-"

"Hello kind sir! I'm just taking my group of kids to this great museum on the other side of town but it turns out we left our map at home. Do you think you could tell me where it is?" Mr. Paul's voice was loud and cheerful.

"Comes in," I finished my sentence that had been interrupted, and swallowed hard. As I looked around, I noticed that all the kids were now in the music store looking around. Beside me, Nick was running a hand through his hair nervously.

"What the heck are you guys doing on the floor?" I tensed up, fearing who was standing behind us.

Turning around slowly I let out a silent sigh of relief when I saw a girl from my math class named Beverly.

"Nick dropped his… belt," I replied, trying to think of something smart. She knitted her brows and shook her head, returning to the group.

"My belt!? That is the best you could think of?" Nick spat, standing up as well and following Beverly.

"Sorry, I suck under pressure!" I retorted, still crouching on the ground. "Wait, where are you going?"

"To blend in, now get up and follow my lead," He said as I followed him back to the group of kids. He stopped and turned to face me. "And don't talk."

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Hannah's Point of View.

"Peter stop!" I giggled, slapping him lightly on the shoulder as he sped up on the bike. Once Miley and Lilly ditched us, along with the boys, I told Peter that I would go with him to help finish delivering his papers.

"I can't love, the brakes are broken," He joked, taking his feet off the petals as we slowly slowed down. It had been so long since I had last been on a bike. I wasn't really too fond of them after Oliver fell off and broke his arm, but I trusted Peter surprisingly. It surprised me because I had never been a trusting person. I didn't even let Nick into my room until the age of nine, in fear that he would make fun of my pink walls and Justin Timberlake photos all over the walls.

"How much more papers do you have?" I asked him, as he pushed his converse shoes against the pavement, causing us to slowly roll down the street.

"Three," I smiled at his accent; I just loved it so much. They always seemed to fascinate me, but my daddy only said that I liked it because I couldn't have it. OF course I did have an accent, everyone does – but mine wasn't as cool as the British one. I got mine from Texas; I was a true country girl.

"Well what do you want to do after?" I asked him, loosening my grip around his torso since we were now slowing down.

"I don't know," He replied.

"I know!" I smiled even though he couldn't see me. "We can go to the mall!" I've been dying to go to the mall, and having someone go with me was so much better than going alone. Plus, from the looks of it, Peter needed all the fashion help he could get. And what better person to help him than Hannah Stewart? I was the queen of fashion, and everyone knew it.

"Ok, how about we go right now?"

I looked down at the bag slung over his shoulder. "But what about your papers?"

He smiled and looked over his shoulder at me, causing the bike to wobble a little. My grip tightened and his smile widened, showing me his gap between the front two teeth. "They can wait."

I nodded and before I knew it, he pressed his feet to the petals and we were going faster than ever. The wind was blowing my hair out behind me, and every once and awhile Peter's bangs would fly back and brush my cheek, since my head was now leaning against his back. The last thing I wanted was any bugs splatting against my face.

I heard going fast can do that.

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"So love, where to first?" He asked me as he held open the mall door for me, allowing me to walk in first.

Apparently here, chivalry wasn't dead. I liked it, I liked the fact that he was acting like a gentleman to me, and not like all those football jocks. They treated me different, like I was a piece of meat. But not once had I seen Peter sneak a glance at my chest, and I liked it.

"How about that store right there," I pointed to JC Penny and started walking. Peter fell into step with me and I looped my arm through his. For once in my life I didn't care what people thought, for once in my life I didn't care if people thought it was wired for such a preppy girl hanging out with this punk/emo boy.

I actually liked not sticking to the status quo.

Miley's Point of View.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, dancing around in the middle of the stadium lobby like an idiot. Lilly was next to me, looking around for anyone who was walking by. And when they did, she would just tsk me and look away.

"Miley calm down, that was over an hour ago!" She pulled my arm, causing me to stop jumping up and down.

I was slightly out of breath, but I didn't care. It felt so good, like a weight had just been lifted off my shoulders.

"I did it!" I squealed, sitting down on the bench and stomping my legs on the ground in excitement.

"I know, and that was a long time ago now calm down," She said slowly, sitting down next to me.

"Lilly you do not understand! I am going to get to see Dougie Poynter in four nights!!" I jumped up from the bench, unable to sit still. Dancing around, spinning in circles, and jumping down the stairs out into the bright sunlight.

Nothing could bring me down; I was on top of the world.

Lilly followed me outside, looking down at the two tickets she was holding in her hands while walking down the stairs. She waved them at me. "Miley, these are way in the back you know – you're basically up in the nosebleed section."

Did she always have to ruin my moment?

"Lil-lay, you don't understand. I'm Miley Stewart and I can do anything. So I can magically make those tickets turn into backstage passes," I replied, cockily. She just rolled her eyes and dropped them down into the bottom of her purse.

I smiled, and continued spinning in circles humming McFly tunes out loud. Once the two of us were walking down the sidewalk, we received tons of odd looks and a few laughs. Everyone we would pass, I would look over at them and say a bright and cheery "Bonjour!"

We weren't in France, but we were close enough. I was on cloud nine, and I couldn't wait to tell Nick!

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Oliver's Point of View.

"So all we do is pretend we were here the whole time," Nick whispered. We were a few feet away from the group, but out of earshot from them.

"But what if they ask where-" Nick cut me off, quite rudely actually.

"If they ask where Miley, Hannah and Lilly are we just say they are in the bathroom, now come on!" He hissed, pulling me into the group.

"Mr. Oken!" I spun around; Mr. Riley was standing right behind me. He knew, he knew we snuck away. He had heard Nick's plans.

I was about to confess when he continued. "Please step away from the expensive music equipment – we don't need a repeat of what happened on our last school trip," Nick chuckled and I shot him a glare to be quiet. Apparently he couldn't' take a hint, and kept laughing. Mr. Riley looked satisfied as I dramatically took a step away from the microphones.

You knock over one library bookshelf in an ancient library, and you are branded for life as a klutz.

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