A/N So I was talking to my friend about Harry Potter and then I started to think about Loliver's relationship and it gave me this little idea. Hope you like it!
Dedicated to those who asked me to repost it LOL.
Best Friends
Best Friends Aren't Meant For Each Other
I lay on the soft grass in my backyard, just in the sun, waiting for something exciting to happen. I'm bored and I need something to do, but it seems like there's nothing to do right now.
Summer vacation equals serious suckage right there if you have nothing to do. I have nothing to do except go to summer school for math and it's too hot to go skateboarding so that's a big no for me.
Miley has her Hannah things going on and I think Oliver got a job. I seriously need to do something this summer.
Suddenly a dark shadow towered over me and I squinted my eyes so I could see who it was which then I realized that it was my mom. She had an apron on and her hair was up. She looked tired and bored.
"Honey, why are you just laying here when you could be out going on your little board thing or watching a movie?" She asked and I sighed and sat up. "Don't waste your summer by just laying around, go out."
I hate it when mom asks questions like this. In the end I do go somewhere just to get away, gosh, I hate it.
"I'm already going to summer school mom, what more do you want?" I asked and looked up to her. She shook her head in disapproval and put her hands to her hips.
Here we go. I rolled my eyes and watched her as she start her usual lectures about me being unsocial. What does it take for her to get off my back? Admit that my best friend has an alter ego as Hannah Montana and my other best friend has a job and I'm stuck at home doing nothing?
"Lilly," She said and I got up from my sitting position. "It's not healthy to stay home all day long. Why don't y-"She said and I shook my head.
"I'm going out to watch a movie okay? There you happy?" I said and she sighed.
"Don't stay out too late, you have school tomorrow." She said and I nodded while heading into the house.
I went into the living room where my wallet was and got out of the house as fast as I could. I had enough of my parent's lectures. Sometimes I feel like they tell me to go out because they want to be home alone to do some weird experiment or something, but whatever. Going out is better I suppose… when you actually have someone to go out with.
I reached the mall in half an hour later and there was no line at all. I walked up to the ticket booth and looked at the time. It was 4:30 so I had to catch whatever movie there was that was a time close.
I sighed and looked at the times of the movies. 6:25 Spiderman, 5:50 Evan Almighty, 7:50 Pirates of the Caribbean, 4:45 Harry Potter.
"Harry Potter it is." I shrugged and walked up to the ticket person.
"We-" The person started but I started to say the movie I wanted to see at an instant.
"Harry Potter for 5:00." I said.
"One adult?" He asked and I nodded.
"Nine dollars." The ticket guy said and pulled out the ticket from the slot.
I paid the person and he gave me the ticket. There goes a good ten dollar bill; I should seriously ask my mom for money before I leave the house. I gave the ticket to the person taking the tickets and walked into the theater. I stood there and looked at everyone who was getting food and talking to their friends. Man, I am such a loner.
I ran my hands through my thick blond hair and tied it up in a high pony tail. This is where the adventure and fun should start I guess. I was going to the concession stand when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whipped around with my hair hitting my face and to my eye.
"Ow my eye." I pouted and rubbed my eye. I covered my right eye and looked up seeing the last person I thought would be here today.
"What are you doing here Oliver?" I asked as I continued to rub my eye. Who knew hitting your eye with your hair could hurt so much?
"I work here and I just finished." He smiled with his usual adorable boyish smile and I couldn't help but giggle.
I removed my hand from my eye and stuck my hands in my pockets. "I didn't know you work here. I thought you worked at that fast food place." I said which was true.
I thought he was working at that place, I think it was McDonalds or some other fast food restaurant. I really don't know but fast food sucks. I would never work at a fast food restaurant, but then again whenever someone says that, they do end up working there so I shouldn't say that.
"Hmm, yea I did, but I got fired." He dropped his head and shook his head in shame. "I screwed up a kid's happy meal and the kid threw the sandwich at me and I kinda made him cry, but I work in the concession stand here. It's pretty fun." He smiled.
He stepped forward and took my face in his hands. He brought my face close to his so that he could look at my eye. "Your eye is turning red." He said and with his left hand, brushed the bottom of my eyelid.
"Yeah I know, I hurt it when I was going to look at you." I laughed.
I looked to the corner of my eyes and saw a few girls looking our way. I rolled my eyes and pulled Oliver's hands off my face. Can't friends get close like this? Seriously those girls are immature if they think something is happening now.
"Be more careful." He said and I laughed.
"I know Oliver!" I sighed and took my phone so I could see the time. It was about fifteen to five and I needed to get a seat soon before I get a bad seat. "Well, I have a movie to catch at five and I wanna get some food before I don't get a seat." I told him.
"I'll watch the movie with you. I get free popcorn and I can watch any movie, just as long as I'm still in the theater that is." He said and took my wrist as he started to walk toward the concession stand. "Plus there are like 20 free seats that we don't usually give out, that just in case sort of thing you know." He said sounding as if he knew everything about working here.
I smiled and followed him without holding back. I wouldn't mind for some free popcorn. Oliver let go of my wrist as soon as we reached one of his coworkers.
"Dude, do you think you can hook me up with some popcorn?" Oliver asked a grunge haired boy that looked somewhere in their twenties.
He looked kind of tired and he had a beard and mustache going on. It was kind of like he didn't care how he looked like or what people might say about him which is pretty cool even if he's not so hot looking. He quickly glanced at me and shot me a smile. I smiled back at him and he went back to Oliver.
"Shoots." The boy simply said and a few seconds later, he came back with a large cup of soda and a box of popcorn.
This must be some kind of weird "work talk" they go through, but whatever. Free soda and free popcorn, it's good with me.
"Thanks man, see you tomorrow." Oliver said and they clapped hands.
Oliver handed me the soda and carried the popcorn box while looking around. Oliver took my hand and led me toward the hallway which had the rooms with the different rooms. It didn't bother me at all, we're friends and we're holding hands.
"What movie are we going to see?" Oliver asked as he stopped walking. He looked back at me and I sighed.
"Harry Potter." I replied and he grinned.
"Number 6" He took his hand and searched for the room.
"Wow, you know what room it is without looking at the ticket." I told him. "You must be proud." I sarcastically said and he chuckled.
"Shut up." He pulled me into a large room and looked inside the theater. Most of the seats were filled and so we had to go near the front to sit down.
"I hate it when there are too much people in a theater." I sighed as we took our seats.
I put our drink in the middle of us and Oliver leaned toward me.
"Since we're sharing the drink, I suggest you not take big gulps Miss Queen of Backwash." He whispered and I rolled my eyes.
"I do not backwash!" I backhanded him and heard a few shushes come from behind us.
I blushed and sunk into my chair as Oliver chuckled. "Idiot." I whispered and claimed the armrest. He nudged my elbow, trying to get his arm on the armrest and I challenged him while adding pressure to my elbow. I need to win this, darn it!
Finally the lights in the theater went down and Oliver gave up the armrest to me. We started to watch the movie and throughout the movie we sat there quietly, just paying attention to it.
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After the movie, Oliver walked me home and we just talked throughout the way. A nice and warm walk while talking about the movie, so much fun. I learned that Oliver has never read or watched any of the Harry Potter books and movies. It's so weird when I think about it.
"Oliver, how can you not love HP? I mean seriously, Ron is so hot and it would be awesome if he and Hermione ended up together. They're cute." I smiled and laced my fingers together while looking up at the dark sky.
"And they're also best friends. Best friends aren't made for each other." Oliver said while whistling.
I shot him a dirty look. "Hmph. Well Ron and Hermione are." I shot back and stuck my tongue at him.
"Harry and Hermione are pretty cool together." Oliver said.
I scrunched my face. "I think I just puked in my mouth." I gagged and he laughed.
"Hey! I'm serious. If friends are meant for each other than why aren't we-" He started and instantly shut up.
I stared at him and he blushed. What was he going to say? I raised my eyebrows at him and he scurried in front of me.
"Why aren't we what?" I asked as I quickened my pace to catch up with him.
"Well…" He sighed and stopped walking. We were at the block that separated us both. Oliver lived just a block away from me and this is where we would stop at when we needed a place to hangout before going home.
"What is it Oliver?" I asked and stood in front of him. He looked a little worried and embarrassed for whatever he wanted to say, but I was up for anything.
"Some of the guys at school think we're hooking up every now and then just because we're friends. It made me wonder how it would be like between us if we did end up dating, but you know, I was just thinking it." his head hung down, with his cheeks turning an even darker shade of red.
I giggled. "The girls say the same thing, but I would deny it. Don't get me wrong Oliver; I've thought about that a few times, but we're too good of best friends to be all romantic with each other. Then again-"
He lifted his head and scratched the back of it. "Yeah, it's-."
"-it wouldn't hurt if we did try something out." I sighed and he stared at me.
"Really?" He asked and it was my turn to blush.
"Yes really." I stepped closer to him. "Ever heard of experimenting?" I asked and he laughed.
"Yeah, so what do we do?" He asked and I shrugged.
"Whatever you want I guess." I shrugged and lifted my eyes to him.
He had his head too and he was kicking the tip of his toe to the ground. His face was growing redder by the minute and it made me wonder what he was thinking about.
"W-well…" He started and I finally lifted my head.
"What is it?" I asked and he blushed even deeper. I never knew someone could turn their face as red as Oliver's is, but I guess I was wrong.
"K-kiss…" He whispered and I bit my lip.
"A k-kiss?" I asked and he slowly nodded.
I felt my cheek burn even more as he stepped forward. "Are you sure you want to kiss?" I asked with confidence. He didn't say anything more; he just stepped forward with him staring curiously at me.
I slowly nodded and stared at Oliver, concentrating a little too much on him. I furrowed my brows as his face grew closer to mine. He was closing his eyes and I followed him, tightly closing my eyes, and soon I felt something soft and velvety touch my lips.
Just like that he was kissing me. My chest was beating hard, my face scrunched up and getting into the kiss. It was something I never felt before. My stomach is feeling jumpy and I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss him back, but I didn't. I kept my hands on my side and let Oliver do the work.
As soon as he lifted his lips from my own, my eyes fluttered open, staring at his face. He was smiling with his eyes still closed. His lips grew into a tight line as soon as he opened his eyes.
"That was…" He started and I shook my head.
"Yeah." I said breathlessly as I took a wide step back. It felt so unreal, how can kisses make you feel so good?
"Did you feel anything?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
I smiled and crossed my arms over my chest. "I… umm… no, nothing." I lied and bit my lower lip.
If I tell him that I did feel something, he'll probably just not talk to me and I would feel embarrassed if he didn't feel anything at all. But I just can't help it, I feel like there's was still that tingling sensation in my stomach and it makes everything feel even more awkward as it is now.
"Me neither." He said. "We were stupid for even trying this out huh?" Oliver asked and smiled.
I felt a sharp pain hit my chest and I nodded. "Yeah, we were stupid." I shook my head.
Stupid feelings go away, please! I begged, but the feeling didn't die down. There was that happy feeling, but then there was that achy feeling I just felt now. What is wrong with me?
"Night Lil, I'll see you tomorrow." Oliver said and leaned in to kiss my cheek.
I closed my eyes and waited until he parted from my cheek. I opened my eyes once again and watched as he started to walk away and into the street opposite of my own street. I sighed and shook my head.
"Best friends aren't meant for each other." I said to myself as I walked toward my street.
I hate to admit it but that kiss felt so good. It hurt when he said he felt nothing where I felt so much. Too bad friends aren't made for each other; I guess I would just have to move on from this.
I shrugged and took my time walking back to my house. There was no reason why I needed to go home so fast, my mom would probably kick me out of the house again, but I'll definitely be looking forward for my meeting with Oliver tomorrow.
Yup, it's just going to be me and my best friend from now on.
A/N Hmm… How was that? I thought it was okay-ish lol.
BTW I can't believe Mitchel Musso hasn't read or watch any of the Harry Potter movies except Order of the Phoenix, seriously.
Anyway, hope you like this and I know it sucked. I really don't know though, like I just wasn't getting into it. LOL anyway... Thanks for reading.
