Don't get me wrong, Oliver is one of my best friends. We've grown up together (the two of us used to take baths in the same tub when we were babies), seen a lot of each other and have hung around together. I've never gone out with him, and don't plan on it, but maybe it's better that way. No complications. He's going out with a girl who treats him terribly - a total bitch.
One night when I and a date and Oliver and his date went out to the movies, things took a new direction. Oliver's date got really sick. She doesn't really LOOK that sick, but she just feels like giving everyone a hard time because she has a headache.
"Ollie honey, why are being like this don't you care for my health and well being!?" She whined.
"Sorry Darlene, but you look fine" Oliver replied, attempting to soothe his snotty date.
"Yeah so stuff it" I wanted to say, but kept my mouth shut. I couldn't believe he was still with her after the way she treats him. I wish he had more confidence. And if he didn't stand up to that brat soon, I would.
"You don't even care or believe me what kind of boyfriend are you!" She snapped. Oliver let out a sigh. By ow she had been interrupting so much we couldn't even watch the movie. And since she happens to live really close to my date, Ryan's house, and Oliver practically lived right next door to me, AND all four of us were exhausted, they decided it might be a good idea if Oliver and I go home together, and his bitchy date and Ryan drive home together. Feeling sorry for him I agreed.
"Here we are, home at last" I smiled.
"Yeah" He sighed. I could tell he needed to talk.
"Hey why don't you come in for some hot chocolate" I offered. He accepted as the two of us collapsed on a chair together and continue talking. I soon found myself having a real heart-to-heart talk. During the talk he confessed to being suckered into relationships with women who treat him like dirt. Our shoulders pressed against each other. Oliver sighs and mentioned, "You know, the only girl I've ever been able to feel comfortable with is you. I don't understand why I can't find someone who is as pretty, smart, intelligent and lovable. You must be one of a kind."
Normally I would have responded jokingly, "That's because I am one of a kind, silly. Now get out of here and get some sleep." Instead I found myself turning around and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. I couldn't believe I had done that. For a moment I thought I saw a tear well up in his eye. He leaned toward me to give me a kiss. And for some reason I'll never know why but I kissed him back. Who would've thought, Oliver my dorky guy friend that I'd know for years and now here we were kissing. He gave me a long, slow and sensuous kiss. In that kiss there are years of admiration and devotion. It was then I realized that I must have had a crush on him too. That night when I tried to sleep I couldn't help but think of how it might be with Oliver as my boyfriend. Is he thinking the same thing too?
The next day was the moment of truth when he called me. "Hey Miley, I was thinking we needed to talk about what happened last night" He said through the phone. Nervousness ran through my veins.
"Me too" I said hoping he couldn't hear my heart pounding.
"I wanted to apologize for things getting a little out of hand last night, I just don't think things could work out, anyways I've got to talk to you later" My heart sank as I heard the words. I tried not to let it get to me. I mean we're just friends nothing more. It was silly of me to think that we could ever be together. I would just move on and go on for the rest of my life thinking what if. Just friends nothing more.