Title: Donuts and Guitars -- Chapter One: How Things Change
Summary: I can remember when I noticed it, that little feeling in the back of my mind that gnawed away at my calm every time he was around. That's right; I'd fallen for my best friend. And how I'd fallen hard. My name is Lilly, this is my story. Loliver, R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hannah Montana characters, so I'm not making money from this. Too bad…right now I need cash. (sniff)
Pairings: OliverxLilly, LillyxMatt, JakexMiley
Warnings: Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Big Goose Egg.
Lannie: Alright, I've clearly been watching Hannah Montana too much lately as I write other stuff since this has been stuck in my head for a while now. It's also my first try at a first person point of view for a story, this one being Lilly's for the most part unless she's not in the scene. Yup, that's all for now, hope you like it. R&R!!!
CHAPTER ONE – HOW THINGS CHANGE
Monday July 18th – Entry # 45
When Miley moved her a little over two years ago, I befriended her so easily. After that, she became best friends with my childhood friend Oliver and me. The three of us hung out all the time and did everything together. We'd share so much that eventually, Miley told me and Oliver she was secretly pop star Hannah Montana, someone who both Oliver and I totally loved. That secret is something we've guarded well to this day.
In the past year, and maybe a bit more, things have certainly changed however. Back in 8th grade when we were about 14 (that was Miley's first year), we had our drama. I mean, Miley certainly did because of all the Hannah stuff, the pains Amber and Ashley, and of course Jake Ryan. Then we all had our faulty relationships, Miley's brother Jackson getting into his usual idiocies, and everyday troubles that teens our age went through.
Now…well come to think of it, not much actually has changed. Jackson's still a dufus, the capital "A" pains still bug us every now and then, and Miley's still secretly Hannah. I guess the only things that have changed are that Miley and Jake are finally together now that people have gotten used to Jake being around, so he's adjusted to a normal life. Oh, and one more person knows about the Hannah/Miley secret.
Who, you ask? Don't worry, no one figured it out on their own, so that counts out that little bugger Rico. However smart he is he still hasn't put two and two together.
No, the people who know Miley's secret, aside from her "Hannah Staff" and relatives, are her dad, Jackson, Oliver, Jake and myself. The newest addition is Matt.
Yep, that's right, Matthew Marshall; the Matt that once stood me up. I don't hate him or anything for it though. In fact, over this past year since we broke up, he's grown into being one of my four closest friends. My four best friends; Oliver, Miley, Jake and Matt.
When we first started being friends, I remember the reactions the other three had given me. Miley had been a little wary at first, but when I told her it was all good, she was ok. She even gave me pointers on how to stay good friends with an ex.
Oliver on the other hand had nearly gone postal. To this day, I think he still hates Matt for what happened, which makes him have an almost sour mood when Matt's around. Marshall finds it amusing and sometimes purposely bugs Oliver, but it's ok, we all know their just being guys and kidding around.
Lastly, there's Jake. Since he had been in Romania at the time Matt and I had dated/broken up, he had absolutely no idea who Matt was, so he was completely confused and lost, giving us all this lost stare. It was pretty funny.
About six months ago, Miley and I told him about her being Hannah. I vowed he was good to trust and she accepted, saying I was probably getting tired of making excuses to not hang if she and I had a Hannah thing.
In truth I was getting tired of it after like six months, but I'd never tell her that. It'd be rude. Everyone's got something to keep they won't tell their closest friends. Sometimes because it's rude or personal or embarrassing or…or sometimes you're afraid that if you let it out, it might ruin a bond you have with someone.
Things like that, you can keep inside for a long time…say…years even. Sometimes, you can push it away and forget about it if you're lucky. Me? Well…I was only lucky for a while I guess. I mean, I think it surfaced and I noticed it when I was 13, and I'm 16 now, so…wait…scratch that first part, I accepted it when I was 13. Lord knows how long it had been buried in my heart, waiting to jump me at any moment.
That stupid feeling has yet to go away, and always seems to make itself known at the most annoying opportunities. Miley often teases me about – not that I've told her, she just suspects she's right. I don't think I'm about ready for her to have the satisfaction of knowing she's been right…for at least three years (since that's the time she's been here).
If you're still unclear as to what I've been keeping, it's a strong and sometimes overwhelming emotion that everyone gets to know sooner or later. The feeling of liking someone; really liking someone.
The annoying kind of feeling that makes your heart skip a beat when that someone gets close. The feeling that makes your head spin in circles and sometimes keeps you up at night. The feeling that gives me hope that that certain someone feels the same when he gets annoyed that Matt is around.
Well there you go I've given you the biggest clue ever as to who I like. I like the guy who hates when Matt's around. Yep, that's right, I like Oliver.
Oliver Oken, my friend since preschool.
The guy I have so much in common with and spend all my down time with. The guy who I did everything with over the years. The guy who knows some of my deepest secrets from childhood. The guy who's there for me when Miley's not and even when she is. The guy who made me snort pop out my nose at the movie theatres. The guy who chased me around the park to tickle me at the age everyone else thought cooties existed. The guy who probably knows me better than anyone and we can read each other like books.
I can remember when I noticed it, that little feeling in the back of my mind that gnawed away at my calm every time he was around. That's right; I'd fallen for my best friend. And how I'd fallen hard.
There are only two problems with that. 1 – It was the only thing it seemed he couldn't read about me and 2 – I had no idea if it was mutual.
Signed, Lilly
I closed my notebook as I felt a presence behind me and someone's hands covered my eyes with their hands. A scent of pinewood and cinnamon drifted to my nostrils and I knew exactly who was there.
"Hi Ollie!" I smiled as I turned around.
Lannie: For those of you who didn't catch it, the entire first section that was bolded and italicized is Lilly writing in her diary/notebook thingie. Ok, on to chapter two! R&R plz and thx!