Book 1 -- A Hannah Secret.

Miley got her things.
"Dad, i'm going to see a friend." Miley smirked.
"No you're not." Robbie said firmly.
"Why?" Miley cried desperately.
"Maybe because.. I don't know.. It's 1am?" Robbie said sternly.
"Please daddy." Miley insisted.
"Fine. But only for 1 hour." Robbie said, defeated.
"Thank you daddy!" Miley curled her hair
and added a 2nd coat of mascara.
She put on lip-gloss and set out to see her best friend,
Oliver. As she walked along the path she saw
Oliver hanging on a branch on his best top.
"Oh, Oliver." Miley hesitated, climbing up the ladder
rope and untying his T-shirt.
She had a grip of him, but when she was a
1metre from the ground she let him drop.
"You okay?" Miley asked worridley
"Yes. Thanks." Oliver said, rubbing his arm.
Miley strode over to him.
"So, what did you call me for?" Miley said.

Oliver took a breath, looking at the floor as he dusted himself up, rubbing his chest.
"Great.. Your ripped out my only chest-hair."
He glared at her, but it faded when he folded his arms.
"You probably never had one. Though you have armpit hair."
"No more about my personal life!"
He commanded quickly.
But then he suddenly looked disheartened.
"I was thinking..I need support. I know about the cafe thing. I just dunno, would it really get us back together?"
He wondered, staring at the fresh dressings on his hand, which was already tinted crimson with blood.
"Maybe this isn't such a good time."
He smiled, then went over to Miley and gave her a big hug, a hug that was actually for him.
"I'll be the old Oliver. Not the soppy icky one."
He shivered.
"But I'll never keep secrets from you, cause' your my best friend. I hope you'd do the same for me...It's just..Hannah almost well killed herself. That was pretty scary. But. I couldn't help getting angry.. I mean, my hand was almost sliced off. Mum says it'll heal by next week, hopefully. Week or few days she says."
Oliver held out the bandaged hand , inspecting it.
"What happened to your wrist? It's bandaged up.. We're bandage buddies!"
He saw Miley's expression and shutup quickly.
"If Lilly wasn't there I don't know what would've happened. I was going tos ave Hannah from the car... But.. She was acting crazy...I'll remember to thank Lilly with some brownies."
He left it there, until he was in his bedroom.
He leaned out the window and made sure his voice was heard, but not too loud,
"Can I come round' yours tomorow? Then Lilly could come and we'd be able to like. Get together. Because we haven't really been getting together if you know what I mean."
He sounded like the old Oliver.

Miley twirled her hair, as the usual while her
greenish blue eyes were sparkling just like her
diamond ring. she got out her Z phone. "Not tomorrow, I have a
conc--" Miley paused,
looking at Oliver, who had one eyebrow raised,
and sweaty. "A Concert?" Oliver said suspiciously.
"No, No! A Concerned... Meeting!" Miley said,
blushing slightly. She looked on her rhine-stone Z phone.
"Aha! How about after school?
My dad is making his pancakes, brownies and Loco hot cocoa."
Miley smirked.
"I LOVE the loco hot coco!"
Oliver suddenly smiled.
They waved, and hugged each-other "Bye!" Miley said.
"Seeya at school tomorrow."
Oliver smiled, waved and climbing back up the window.
Miley walked home, trying to forget what Hannah
had done crazily.
She tried to forget this morning, and have a relaxing sleep.
Hopefully nobody had even remembered. Lily did,
Oliver definatly did but hopefully, tomorrow
morning everything would be resolved, and
no more craziness from Hannah, OR Miley.
I'll try and have a better rest today.
Miley thought to herself, unlocking the door of her
house and stepping in. She quietly tiptoed into
her room, and tucked herself in.

Oliver changed into his PJs again and got into his bed, closing his eyes.
He knew now he could rest easy.
And he was right, as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

"OLIVER! MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
He woke up to the yelling of his mother in his room, blowing a whistle.
It was like that every day.
He moaned and opened his eyes, rubbing the sleepy dust from them.
"Muum... I'm staying in, remember!"
Oliver hinted, waving the bandaged hand about.
"Oh yeah.. Sorry."
His mother said, clearing her throat before leaving to go to work.
When there was the bang of the front door of his mum leaving for the cop force he got up slowly, walking over to the bathroom.
He undressed from his PJs and wondered about just in his boxer shorts.
Oliver stripped off and got in the shower, wahsing with shampoo and conditioner and body wash.
He smelt fresher than a daisy and his hair was smooth and shiny.
He smirked and dried himself off, looking in the mirror.
"Oken. You look Smokin'."
He winked at his reflection, which, of course, winked back.
He shaved his armpits with his shaving gel and black razor and he looked at his chest area, sighing dazingly.
"Oh when will my man hood come?"
He wondered to himself before spraying on Lynx deoderant.
He put his underwear in the washing basket and went to his small bedroom, which had blue wallpaper and blue fur flooring.
He went to his oak wardrobe and pulled out some brown shorts, a black V-neck jacket and a white plain short-sleeved shirt.
He lay this on his bed and walked over to the drawers, pulling out a pair of white socks and underwear.
He put all this on, with his watch that was on his bedside table.
He put on the two friendship bracelets, blue from Miley and green from Lilly on his left wrist, watch on his right, careful of the hand.
He slapped some moisturiser on his face, but jumped slightly when his bedroom phone went with the 'best of both worlds' song.
He picked up the phone and blinked.
"Who is it?"
He asked.
"It's me, Lilly. Look. I'm on the way to school, after school should I head straight over to Miley's?"
She asked.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll come along after."
"Ok, that was all, see you, bye."
"Bye Lills."
He hung up and smirked, chewing at his thumbnail before puffing up his pillows and adjusting his bedsheets.
It seemed he had forgotten all about it, seeming as he was lying, spread-eagled on the bed, hugging Hannah's face and grinning.

Miley groaned. She woke up, hearing a electric guitar.
"I wan' mah mulle't back My old camero and my eight tra-"
Robbie began to sing very loudly so it irritated
and annoyed Miley especially
struck along to the tune of his guitar.
Miley just hit her head on the pillow, used to this.
"Daaaady!" Miley cried, hating this
every day and night of her life since she was six
years old. "You KNOW I hate that!"
Miley said, holding her ears.
"Gee, a daddy can't play?" Robbie smirked,
strumming his guitar while leaving.
"Yessss..." Miley weakily said, to take a shower.
Robbie started singing `Achy breaky heart`
Miley put on her striped grey and black top, black skirt
and grey leggings. Just as she went to play
her electric guitar, the phone rang, singing
`Lifes what you make it.`
Miley picked up the phone while putting on some make-up.
"Yes?" Miley said arkwardly
while slipping on her black high-heeled shoe
on each of her pale feet.
"We are coming today, right?" Lily asked.
"Yes, Lily. How many times have I gotta say it." Miley said.
There was a pause on the phone.
Miley groaned and grunted, in a dull voice.
"Aaaaand; You can have a Loco hot coco."
Miley sniffed, curling
her hair once again; As usual.
"Yess!" Lily smirked
Miley looked down at her shoes.
"Naah!"
She put on her silver shoes.
"That's better."
Jackson came in.
"Hi Hannah stinkana." Jackson smiled.
"Hi Jack-Zilla of fatness." Miley taunted.
"Why you little!"
Jackson charged at Miley.
Miley stuck her leg out, as Jackson fell to the ground.
"I'm feeling the paiiiin." Jackson whined.
Miley went downstairs
to the sweet, sweet scent of brownies, coco,
cake and pancakes.
"Can I help, Daddy?" Miley said stirring
the mixture and putting some of it into her mouth.
"Mmm! Chocolate." Miley said. She heard
a knock on the door; It must be Lily and Oliver.
Here already? Miley thought,
approached the door to see Lily and Miley.
She put on her ruby red lipstick, adjusted her eyeliner,
Mascara; blush and eye-shadow
as she opened the door. "Hiya guys!" She said happily,
sitting at her sofa, turning on the t.v.
Hannah Montana seemed to be on it.

Oliver grinned, stepping in as he saw Mr Stewart.
"Hey Oliver. How's life been treatin' ya?"
Oliver shrugged.
"Same old, same old."
He followed Miley and Lilly in, looking around.
Lilly sniffed the air.
"Something smells..."
She said, sniffing dramatically.
"The brownies?"
Miley said, pointing to the oven.
"Nope."
Jackson got up.
"The pancakes?"
Jackson said, pointing to the pan on the grill.
"Nu-uh."
Robbie-ray walked in, hearing all of this.
"The Loco hot cocoa?"
He asked, pointing to five mugs on the side.
"Nope."
She suddenly took a big sniff, in front of Oliver, making him back off.
"I smell...Flowers.."
Oliver tugged at his collar.
"Er.... Well.. Just decided to put on some spray. Ya'know.."
He blushed at all their stares.
everyone suddenly shrugged.
Oliver jumped onto the sofa.
RObbie-ray took no notice as he flipped the pancakes, but when JAckson did it, he yelled,
"Don't do that Jackson! It cost me money!"
Jackson rolled his eyes.
"How comes Oliver didn't get told off?"
He whined.
"Oliver, bad boy."
Said Robbie in a dull voice.
"Happy now?"
Lilly bounced up and down on the sofa.
"When do we get the cocoa?"
She whined.
"Later."
Miley said, sitting inbetween Oliver and Lilly.
When she switched onto Hannah Montana, there was a noise of disgust from Jackson.
"Not this ugly beast!"
Miley glared at him behind Oliver's back.
"Let's watch, are you dumber than a dog!"
Oliver nodded.
"Yeah!"
Lilly, Miley and Jackson smirked.
"I think it's the episode that Oliver was on, the bloodhound."
Oliver moaned.
"Yeah. It beat him!"
Lilly added, laughing along with Jackson and Miley.
Oliver folded his arms, but pointed an accusing finger at the screen that the dog was on, being introduced.
"That dog was trained!"
He complained.
They just howled harder with laughter.
Robbie-Ray sighed.
"The boy will never be smarter than a dog."
He muttered under his breath as he put the pancakes on a plate.
Lilly snatched the remote, flicking through channels.
"Hannah. Hannah..Hannah..Hannah."
On almost every channel was Hannah.

Miley sighed, turning off the telly.
Jackson started singing the booyah' song,
before going down to Rico's. He muttered loudly before going:
"That little slimey bug, only pays me $6 per hour. I think
i'll open my cheese jerkey stall again."
Jackson said, grabbing his sunglasses, sunscreen and towel.
He put the towel over his shoulder, and made a exit.
"Well, James bond has left." Miley said dully.
Miley went upstairs to look for some silver nail-polish.
She came back downstairs.
"Lily"
"Yeah?" Lily said.
"I got silver nail polish!" Miley taunted.
"Ooh!" Lily smirked.
Miley sat down, doing her nails. She'd just finished her last one.
"Ooh!" she smirked
"Your Brooooooooooooooowwwwwwnieeees are doooon-" Robbie began.
"Dad. What did I tell you?" Miley insisted.
"I can never be a fun dad anymore!"
Robbie said, going to serve the pancakes.
As he did, Lily dug in straight away.
Something wasn't right. She wondered She turned on the T.v
"You got the bes-"
"Life's what you make it so let's ma-"
"I got ner-"
"One in a milli-"
"I just wanna be a rocksta-"
"If we were a-"
"Everybody makes mist-"
"Who sai-"
"The other si-"
"Pumpin up the party no-"
"Arggh!"
Miley groaned, as she threw a cushion at the t.v
"Miles, chill" Oliver assured.
Miley calmed down, while stuffing
a brownie into her mouth to get rid of
all of her anger. As she did, she froze at the
headlines on the channel.
The headlines read out: Jake Ryan Loves Hannah!
All three of them paused. Miley froze.
"Well, Hannah hates Jake-Ryan, so
I say good luck to Jake on that one." Lily said. Miley nodded.
Oliver froze.
The two of them looked at Oliver, worridly.
"Oliver?"
"Oliver?"
"Oliver!"
Both of them called.
Oliver's mouth was open.
It managed to mutter something out loud.
"..Jake Ryan." He said spitefully, throwing
something at the wall.
"Beary!" Mley screamed,
running over to the bear that slid onto the floor unhappily.

"Maybe Jake Ryan should stop stuffing his fat head with.. With...NONSENSE."
He exclaimed, crushing a brownie in his hand.
"Hey, Oliver, I made those!"
Robbie Ray complained.
Oliver looked down.
"Sorry Mr. Stuart. They're really good."
He mumbled, eating some pancakes with syrup.
"Some people do things without knowing they're doing it."
Miley's dad began.
"Daaad. No morals."
Suddenly, a fly began to buzz around.
It buzzed around Oliver.
He muttered angrily, swatting at it.
The fly hovered over his half-eaten pancake.
He hit the pancake and it went flying onto his shirt.
"Geez."
He mumbled, not knowing they were watching him.
Oliver rubbed more pancake messiness on his shirt.
"Well.. I didn't prepare that for you."
Robbie informed Lilly and Miley.
They all laughed, Oliver looking at them wierdly.
"Oh nevermind."
Lilly said as Oliver got up, rubbing his shirt clean with water and tissues.
"BAck to Jake Ryan.."
Robbie started.
Miley whispered in his ear,
"Don't wanna go to Jake Ryan again."
She said, pointing at Oliver.
Robbie ray 'ohed' and nodded.
"Yeah..... Isn't he hoooottt."
Lilly sighed.
"And he's coming to Seaview High."
Continued the person on the TV.
"I slayed you once, don't make you slay you again."
Came the voice of Jake himself.
Lilly, Miley and Oliver widened their eyes.
"Say whut?!"
They all chorused.

Miley sighed.
"Oh geez. Hot shot coming to town." Miley whined.
Lily sighed.
"Stupid Jake." Oliver hissed.
Oliver whispered a curse
Milet just froze.
"Lake or Jily?" Lily smirked.
"Ew." Miley said

Oliver shrugged, fuming angry.
"I'm going to the beach."
He angrily mumbled, getting up, leaving the half-eaten pancake there.
He put on his skateboard and helmet and skated off.

"hey Jacks."
Oliver said, sitting on the bar stool.
"hey Smokin; Oken."
Oliver laughed.
"Don't call me that, I'm married."
"Who to, idiocy?"
Oliver let out a false laugh.
"Oh..You!"
He said sarcastically.
"Hannah Montana of COURSE."
He added while Jackson spluttered, fixing up the sign for Cheese Jerkey on his makeshift table.
Rico sat on the bar table, smirking, a lady by his side.
"Though.. I can still chat ladies up."
Oliver said to Jackson, getting up.
"Ok, just don't nod like a chicken or fall over."
Jackson said, doing an imitation of his nodding.
Olive rrolled his eyes, but put on his flirting side-smirk, ruffled his hair and put his colar up on his poloshirt.
He sat down in a seat, where Rico had been sitting with the girl.
"Whut up? I was hoping for a little chat."
He said to her.
She giggled and smiled her million dollar smile.
"Oh you! What's your name?"
She asked.
Oliver widened his eyes.
He musn't go too far or Hannah will find out he's cheating! He thought.
"Oliver Oken ma'am. You can call me Smokin' Oken."
She giggled and stroked his hair.
"Oh you."
She repeated.
Olive rnodded, but big mistake.
It was two ups, like a chicken.
"Thanks."
She giggled.
"WHat?"
He slipped suddenly from the table, Jackson was laughing from his very own makeshift shack.
"See you later, clown."
She said, walking up to Rico.
OLiver moaned but didn't get up.
"The one that got away."
Said Jackson to him.