“It’s either me, or that slut,” Miley swiped.
I have a theory that every person has a secret diary, where they put their deepest adventures, whether it is in writing, in conversation, or in thought. This was Jeremy’s secret diary, and he had no idea I was reading it.

I knew he had a bit of a thing for Selena Gomez, but as I flipped through his prayer diary, it was like page-after-page obsession with her.

‘Selena Shum’, he tested with ink on the pages, contrasting it alongside ‘Selena Gomez’, her would-be maiden name.

Pictures with her face Photoshopped with his, clearly, this was a scene from How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days.

Talk about romance, there was even a mathematical calculation, with mathematical inputs of seventeen (the age of Selena), and twenty (the age of Jeremy). Apparently, the statistical correlation between the two was considered in the six-sigma region.

As they say, love makes you crazy, doesn’t it?

It was difficult to believe that we were still friends even though we were out of high school. I was busy pursuing my singing career, Mandy touring with me, and Jeremy busy studying engineering and management at University. It’s hard to believe that it’s really only until after high school, do you realize how great high school was. All the funny moments in particular.

Nevertheless, this was the first time I had seen Jeremy in nearly five years. Graduating high school at fifteen, Jeremy had already been out of University for five years, and I and the Hannah Montana franchise had taken off.

‘Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it’s you Miley,’ he exclaimed walking in unexpectedly.

‘Aww hi,’ I responded, not expecting his entrance, with me awkwardly holding on to his ‘secret’ diary. I mean, as his best friend, don’t you think I would have been smarter than to be reading a diary labeled ‘secret’?

‘I’m sorry,’ I quickly added; as I realized his eyes looked down suspiciously to see what I was reading.

‘Nah it’s cool,’ he responded, ‘I was going to show you it anyway, easier than recalling all of those events hey.’

‘You are really in love with Selena Gomez aren’t you?’ I exclaimed to try to break the ice. Maybe that wasn’t the best entrance though, for a long time unseen friend. Maybe he had changed and wasn’t the same kind of guy I had known when I was a child.

‘Well she’s pretty, and I guess she’s pretty Godly,’ he added.

‘Yeah your babies would look so hot,’ I said.

I really didn’t know what I was saying. You know how when you are speaking to people sometimes, you are so excited, that you don’t even know what you are talking about? This was one of those occasions.

‘Yeah,’ he said giggling.

‘By the way, I think what you are doing is so great for God these days,’ he continued, ‘you can only do so much in ministry, but in the entertainment industry, you are reaching kids who ministers may never reach.’

‘So I guess you are the world’s biggest teen pop star’, he stated enthusiastically emphasizing the words ‘world’s biggest teen pop star’.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, ‘yeah, I think God is using me in exciting ways.’

‘Hey, what about you, what are you doing?’ I asked.

‘Umm…’ he started, ‘I uh… work as an engineering manager,’ he continued.

‘No way,’ that’s awesome, ‘I exclaimed.’

‘It is pretty cool,’ he said as his head looking down.

It’s not like I’m a special agent, but without training in forensics, I knew very clearly that Jeremy was not telling the whole truth, having known him for so long.

‘Hey we should go shopping,’ Jeremy said.

‘All the shops are closed though,’ I remarked, since it was already late at night at around 10pm.

‘I know, which is great,’ Jeremy replied, ‘because we can go out in the secret!’

I chuckled aloud, as I knew he was making reference to the Hannah/Miley life I portrayed on television.

‘Okay, we’ll go out in secret,” I exclaimed.

It was so cool that we both finally had our license. In addition, I do know at Church they say you shouldn’t go hanging out with a guy just a boy and a girl, but because we’d known each other since high school, he was one of the guys I could actually trust.

‘I got a question,’ Jeremy said as he was driving through the dark, seeing what was open, ‘how do you know which girl is the right one?’

‘I don’t really know,’ I replied, ‘I thought Justin Wilde was the guy, and we eventually split up.’

‘Do you reckon God has provided us with the one, or do you think God lets us go around finding someone who’s suitable, and we commit to them?’ I ask.

‘I guess it’s a combination of both,’ he replies, ‘what do you look for?’

I knew the exact sort of guy I liked; I spent hour’s journaling, and re-journaling, until I refined the list perfectly.

‘SPECIAL AGENT SHUM,’ the sheet of paper stated. My goodness, could Jeremy be a secret agent?