So, after months of nothing, I finally decided to write this. I made a trailer for this a looooong time ago. On my youtube site (link on my profile). Check out the trailer before you read this. And here is the story!

OLIVER'S THOUGHTS

She's so pretty. I mean, look at her. Gorgeous blonde hair, incredible green eyes, perfect skin, not to mention her voice… She's an angel!

Hannah Montana is a veritable angel. Everything about her is perfect.

Well, except for one thing.

Hannah Montana? Yeah, she's my best friend. I go to school with her, I hang out at her house, I go to the beach with her, I get to be backstage at every one of her concerts, since I'm her most devoted fan and all. See, Hannah is just a mask. A mask worn by one Miley Stewart, freshman at Malibu High School, and my best friend.

You would think it would be totally awesome for my best friend to be the hottest teen popstar in this universe, but there's a slight problem.

If I'm in love with Hannah Montana, does that mean I'm in love with Miley too? Miles is my best friend and all, but…I have no idea what to do with myself. I devoted two years of my life to my Hannah Obsession. And then, everything changed in that one afternoon. The afternoon that changed my life. My life was changed that hour…that came after…noon…

Alright, so you guys get the picture, right?

I can still picture Hannah, my Hannah, standing on the beach, pulling off her wig, and telling me.

"I'm Hannah Montana. Me, Miley."

I took the shock well. I mean, I didn't land in a coma or anything…

…

Alright, so I fainted on the beach! What's it to you?

"Come on Oliver. Let's face it. The girl that you thought you loved is standing right here, and the truth is, you don't love her."

But, see…that's sort of the problem right there...I think.

We hugged after that.

"Anything?" Miley asked.

"Nope," I replied, trying to sound convincing, "In fact, it's kinda awkward."

The thing is, I did feel something. Little shivers, going up my spine, and my heart skipping a beat. And, I admit it, that scared me. The last thing I wanted to happen was for me to fall in love with Miley. I convinced myself in those few seconds after the hug that those…feelings…were just because, I was hugging Hannah Montana. Even though she was just Miley, my mind hadn't really accepted that fact, and tricked me into thinking that I was hugging Hannah. And, seriously, if you're hugging your celebrity love of two years, even if she does turn out being your best friend, something is going to happen…

…I think…

I guess I've finally resigned myself to the idea that Hannah Montana is no more than a disguise, so that my best friend can have a normal life. But, accepting the fact doesn't make me any less confused.

Every time I go to one of her concerts, seeing Hannah…er, Miley, onstage, singing her heart out, makes my heart flip. Maybe I haven't completely gotten over 'Hannah'…or maybe, just maybe, it's something worse.

Yeah. So do you guys like it so far? Lemme know.