Chapter One: Day Dream

Miley bit her lip as she stared blankly into the imaginitive place of Day Dream Land.

Miley, kiss me!" The hottie, her Prince Charming, and also the famous TV star, Jake Ryan demanded.

No." Miley said slyly. "You kiss me."

hey leaned in, but instead of feeling Jake's tasty, hot, moist lips Miley felt a sweaty palm. She opened her eyes to find herself making out with Oliver's hand.

Miley's normally fair peach face turned beet red as she pulled her mouth away from her best friend. Oliver had a look of disgust, embarrassment, and confusion all at the same time.

"Miley was just dreaming about Jake, weren't you, Miley?" Lilly said, trying to cover it up. Miley looked around the hallway. There were at least fifteen people staring. "You were, weren't you? Please tell me you like Jake, not OLIVER!" Lilly whispered, freaking out (as she frequently does.)

"Of course I like Jake." Miley whispered. She went on when Oliver gave her a disgusted: you-like-me? look. "And I like Oliver as a brother. Better than my brother anyway." People would not stop staring.

"Don't you people have lives? Nothing's going on here!" Lilly shouted, trying to save her best friends. Then the bell rang.

The rest of the day was horrible for Miley and Oliver both. Most people would just whisper and point, which was aggravating since everyone knew what they were saying-so why whisper? And then there were even worse people, the bold ones.

People like Amber and Ashley who would come up and ask: "So, you like Oliver (Miley if they were talking to Oliver), but he (she) doesn't like you? That's too bad. You two would make a cute couple."

Miley ran into her house and collapsed on the couch. Robbie jogged into the living room in his dear gray sweat pants that he got from Mamwa-( AN- how do you spell Miley's grandma's name??) They came with a note that said: Robbie, these are for working out. Please use them, Lord knows you need to.

"What's wrong, Bud?" He panted on the way to the kitchen.

"Everything!" Miley moaned.

"That darn Jackson!" Robbie cried.

"No, Dad. It wasn't Jackson. It was Oliver and me, and Amber!"

"Boy can't keep his paws off my cake!"

"Dad!"

"Sorry, Bud. This sounds like a girl thing. Where's Lilly?"

"Right here." Lilly skated in. She stared at Robbie Ray's empty plate to Miley's pathetic, hopeless face. "Get up!" She pulled her best friend's arms and dragged her off the sofa and up the stairs. In the hallway leading to Miley's room they ran into Jackson.

"Jackson...what are you doing here?" Lilly stammered the stupid question.

Jackson gave her a strange look. "I live here, remember?"

"Umm, what I meant was, umm...dum, he, he, he." Lilly was making a complete fool of herself, all the while thinking: "he thinks I'm weird, and he'll know I like him."

"What Lilly meant by...that is: We thought you were...at work!" Miley came up with at the last minute. Lilly quickly shut her gaping mouth and nodded. Then, Miley pulled her into her room.

"What was that?" Miley asked.

"He, he, he." Was all Lilly said in explanation.

"Okay, then. Why are we in here?"

"I thought we could go to the beach, and I need to borrow a swim suit, I left mine at home." Lilly dropped her backpack. She had left the zipper open and out popped (AN-yah, I know, I said popped. Get over it!) something white and green. Miley picked it up. It was Lilly's bikini.

"Left it at home, heh?"

"Well, I like Hannah Montanna's suits better!" Lilly defended her lie.

"Okay." Miley dropped the suit back on Lilly's bag and they went into the Hannah closet to pick out bikinis.