Authors Note: Aww, last chapter! I thought this story would be longer, but frankly, I couldn't think of enough ideas :) I'd also like to thank Luvs-Mitchel-Musso, she helped me get an idea for the story & I added it into a part I wrote. Enjoy! I might make a sequel, but it depends on how many people think I should.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or any of its characters. They all belong to the wonderful Disney Channel. The only things I own are the plot line & the character, Stephanie.

Chapter Six: The One With The End

January 22nd

Dear Angie,

Right now it's like ten at night, and this will probably be my last entry.

So Lilly didn't tell Jackson about the diary, he found it himself. So he knows everything. This is just great! Ahh well, I don't really care if he read it or not, you'll figure out why if you keep reading. Wait, ahh nevermind, I've already made my point that you shouldn't read this.

The dance was horrible at first, Lilly didn't even show up. I was wondering where she was. Anyways, I'll get back to that later.

My dad said I looked really beautiful, I had straightened my hair and put a light violet barrette into the left side of it with my dress on. Too bad I didn't have a date to to go with.

I had walked into the gym (where the dance was being held) with my hands holding up the bottom of my violet dress so it wouldn't ruin. I really didn't care whether or not it was ruined, this night was going to be horrible anyways.

Almost immediately (okay, I was looking...), I saw Oliver dancing with Stephanie, looking like he was having a good time. I went over to the punch bowl and furiously ladled a glass of punch into a glass and drank it in almost one gulp.

Okay, this part is kind of boring, all I did for like 15 minutes was A.) Almost fall asleep B.) Wait for Lilly to come and C.) Get more punch.

Around 15 minutes later, I saw Oliver sitting at a table, his head in his hands, looking annoyed, hurt, and any other words that would describe someone who got let down. I picked up the train of my dress again and rushed over to him.

"What's wrong?" I had asked, although I got no answer. He just nodded his head to the table across the room where I turned around to see Stephanie making out with a random jock from our school.

"Oh, Oliver I'm so sorry..." I had put my arm around him. But inside, I was happy because I knew I had been right all along.

I knew I had to do something, (well if your best friend got taken to the school dance with someone and then found then with someone else in less than thirty minutes, wouldn't you do something?) and I thought of a plan quickly. It didn't take long, and soon I had it in motion.

I had walked straight up to Stephanie, (I was about half an inch taller than her) and I think this is everything I said.

"I cannot believe you! You come to the dance with my best friend and then go off kissing somebody else! What the heck is wrong with you! Oliver is a great guy and you don't deserve him, anyone! You ruined his entire night, and as his best friend I will stick up for him! You are selfish and don't care about anybody besides yourself! And anyways, you knew I liked him!"

Uh oh, it had came out. I had said, to the whole school -- might I mention, that I liked him. This had to be the end of our friendship. And unless he had gotten feelings for me after figuring out I was Hannah Montana, he didn't like me either.

I quickly bounced back and picked up the punch bowl. "This is from Oliver," I said, smiling. I dumped it all over her hair & dress, and I could hear gasps in the crowd.

I was happy that she finally got what she deserved. Stephanie was like, "Eeww!" and "My dress!" the entire time. She ran out of the gym, furious.

I still had to deal with Oliver. "Miley..." He had said.

"Don't say it." I had ran out of the gym, not wanting to face what he was going to say. I walked all the way home and sat on my doorstep, sad. Oliver was one of my best friends and I couldn't deal to lose him. And it would be even worse if I had to ignore him for the rest of my life.

About five minutes later (yes, I am very good with time today!) I saw a figure approaching. "Go away!" I yelled.

"Miley, there's something I wanted to say."

I sniffed, nodding. "Me too. You go first."

He took a breath and then started. "Look, I like you more than a friend, probably as much as I liked Hannah Montana before I knew she was you. The only reason I went to the dance with Stephanie was because I liked you and I never thought you would like me. I dunno, I guess I was just being stupid."

Before I knew it, he had leaned in to give me a kiss. I returned it, enjoying the moment, hoping it would last forever.

"I don't ever want you to leave." I said to him, my head leaning on his.

"I'm not going anywhere," Oliver grinned at me and then gave me a hug.

So that's what happened. I guess I got my fairytale ending, didn't I? I'll still have to deal with Amber and Ashley and everybody else like that, but I still love being with Oliver.

Also, if you were wondering what happened to Lily... After Oliver and I got together, I had walked inside to see Lilly dancing with Jackson in the living room (eew, she must have listenened to my advice!), but I have to say, I'm happy that Lilly found someone that she likes too.

So, those were my dear diary moments that I needed to write down to express my thoughts. And to think, it was Oliver who gave me this diary aka ANGIE, in the first place, so I think I'll need to thank him.

This is probably going to be my last entry. I'm going to miss you, Angie.

Your writer,

Miley

Miley, I'm soo happy for you! And I was going to go to the dance, but then Jackson told me he liked me! Aww, isn't that sweet! I think we go well together, although I don't think your ever going to read this if that was your last entry. I hope that Stephanie never comes back into the picture again, because I think we will be all better withouth her. Don't you agree, Angie? Also, Angie, if you enjoyed my writing, you could zoom over to my diary (at my house), if you'd like to. I don't think you can walk! You could borrow my skateboard, if you'd like.

Ahh, everythings great, isn't it? It's like Romeo and Juliet! Well, without the dying... Anyways, bye!

The wonderful and great --

Lilly Truscott

THE END.