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Chapter 1

Dear Journal,

They taught us about the first amendment to the constitution in history. Free speech, free religion, free assembly, free petition, free press. For all I'm concerned, the founding fathers must have been drunk or something when they wrote that, because I can't tell everyone to shut up about me and Oken, or Miley pulls out her pocket constitution and quotes the first amendment. Oliver is not, I repeat, is NOT in love with me.

Jeez. Just because we've been friends forever doesn't mean we are gonna grow up and get married or something. I mean, he's like my brother. Ugh!! Miley is driving me insane. She's gotten everyone to start telling me how cute me and Oliver would be together, how she can tell oliver is in love with me. Hello, Miley, he just broke up with Joanie like 2 weeks ago!

You know what? I think I'm gonna start a list. Top 10 reasons why Oliver and I we won't work.

1. My mom

1. We have been fri

1. It won't be

1. We never agree on anything.

Ok, so maybe that was harder than I thought. But whatever, we still wouldn't work together.

Lilly

"Lily! Wait up!" Miley ran down the hall, catching up with me on the way to lunch. Clearly she didn't get that I was ignoring her.

"What?" I snapped.

"Whoa. No need to bark at me…Wait, are you still mad about me about what I said about you and Oliver?" she realized as I stared straight ahead. "Look, Lily, I'm sorry if I upset you but I'm just stating my opinion. I mean, it all makes sense. Everything works."

I refused to look at her. She was wrapped up in this fantasy of hers, but I wanted nothing to do with it.

"Lily! Seriously, are you just going to ignore me all lunch? We don't have to talk about it…I was just stating the opinion of myself. And everyone else," she added cockily.

"Why do you even care, Miley? It's not like you stand to gain anything from it. Oh, but then again, maybe you'll get in the magazines: 'Hannah Montana's friends: In love? Is Hannah turning into the third wheel?' I can see it now." I replied, knowing that it was mean but not caring anyways.

"Oh ya, Lily. That's definetly the reason I want my two best friends to realize they are perfect for each other. So I can get in the paper! If that's what you think, I have better places to be," she stormed off down the hall. I felt bad and considered following her, but my stomach, combined with my recent annoyance with her, lead me elsewhere.

I got in line for pizza. It was Oliver's favorite lunch too…But why did I know that? We weren't even in the same lunch. I tried to shake off the thought but I couldn't get what Miley had said to me out of my brain; They are perfect for each other…

"Hey Lily! where's Miley?" Sarah came up and asked me.

"Ummm, she actually wasn't feeling very well, so she went to the nurse," I replied unsurely. "Whats up?"

"Nothing, really. So, is it true?" I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, but I knew she was dying to know from her expression.

"Is what true?"

"Ya know, about you and Oliver? I think it's great! Everyone knows you guys are like, perfect, for each other." How familiar that sounded.

"Where'd you, uh, hear this?" I desperately hoped that the source wouldn't be Miley.

"I think Lauren told me? Maybe it was Hannah. Not sure. But everyone knows! Anyway, I got to go get in the vegetarian line, but I'll talk to you later! Bye!" She ran off, and I was left steaming. The entire grade knew? In a matter of days I had gone from normal life with my two best friends to dating one of them as according to the gossipers, and not talking to the other one.

Walking over to Miley's house after school that day took longer than normal. I hated fighting with Miley, but this whole thing was so stupid. I didn't like Oliver like that. All I had to do was convince her of that.

I rang the doorbell and looked out towards the beach. Oliver and I always used to hang out there, before Miley moved…

"Hey, Lily, what can I do for you today?" Mr. Stewart answered the door, jerking me from my thoughts.

"Ummm, hey, Mr. Stewart. Is Miley there? I kind of need to talk to her." I answered, hoping that Miley would even talk to me today after the magazine comment earlier.

"She's here, just come on in. MILEY!" he yelled up the stairs.

"What's up, D--?" She ran down the stairs, then stopped abruptly when she saw me, and folded her arms defensively. "What are you doing here?"

I took a deep breath. "I was wondering if we could talk. I'm sorry about how I acted earlier, I was being irrational, I was just so wound up--"

"Fine. Let's go to the beach. Let me just go get my shoes," she replied as she ran back up the stairs.

We sat in silence for a minute, me and Mr. Stewart, before he started talking. "So, is it true, Lily? You and Oliver finally getting together?"

How did he know about all of this? Surely Miley didn't tell him. "Ummm, not quite, as far as I know. Who told you…?"

"No one. Figured it out on my own. Way you and him look at each other ain't the same way Miley looks at either of you. And if you ain't together now, you will be soon. Trust me on these things."