A/N: A one shot that just kept nagging me. Moliver, with a pinch, a small, small, microscopic bit of Loliver. EWWWW, I can't believe I just typed that!
Disclaimer: I disclaim owning anything. Except 255 dollars... which I lost. So that leaves me back with nothing :(
Miley's POV:
He drove me crazy.
It was unbelievable.
He knew we couldn't do it, he knew our love was forbidden, but he was like a dog with a bone. Relentless, vicious, determined, and cute.
He would leave these small holes in my heart every time he walked over to her and acted like everything was all right.
He was my sun. My whole life revolved around him and his smile. His hair. His eyes. Those beautiful, hypnotizing eyes. They left me in a trance whenever they glanced my way. They fulfilled me yet they left me begging for more.
Oliver Oscar Oken. Smokin' Oken. Triple OOO. The Locker Man.
The love of my life...
Who was dating my best friend.
He came out of no where. One second, I was happily chatting to Lily, talking about cute boys, and the next one swoops in and starts eating her face.
Three word: Dis-gus-ting.
All thoughts of cute boys left my mind. He was not a cute boy. He was steaming hot.
"Oh, Miley!" She said after she stopped sucking the living hell out of my love, "Did I tell you I had a boyfriend?"
Oh no Lily, I guess that must of slipped your mind! You know, with us discussing cute boys and all... How could you possibly remember that you're dating the hottest boy on Earth?
He looked my way and I instantly believed in love at first sight. He intoxicated me.
He trapped me in his eyes. He had my heart at Hello and he never gave it back.
We got to know each other and over time I learned to hold down my lunch when I saw his mouth on hers.
But he confused me to the degree where I wanted to pull my hair out and run around the school screaming.
He would do these little things. He would accidently brush his hand on my leg, his "friendly peck on the cheek" would linger too much for Lily's liking (if she wasn't so oblivious), he would flirt with me relentlessly, he once even pulled on my bra strap! That perv!
But these little things would drive me crazy.
"Miles!" he called, awaking me from my reverie, he got closer, too close for comfort. I could smell his scent. Beautiful. The feeling he gave me was indescribable.
"Hey," he whispered in my ear.
My breath hitched.
"Hey," I whispered back, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, just getting lost in your eyes..." He said, a smirk spreading out on his face.
"Oliver..."
"Don't worry, babe, I'll find my way out!"
I sighed, typical Oliver.
"What do you want, Oliver?" I asked, fed up with all these games.
"Baby, All I want is you."
And then...
He kissed me.
His lips were on mine, roughly kissing me senseless.
Without hesitation, I kissed him back.
My hands traveled to his neck and locked around his arms. His hands found their way to my waist.
Sparks. Fireworks. All that I thought were myths before.
Who knew myths were real?
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The next day I was confused to say the least.
He kissed me then left, that pompous ass.
A hot pompous ass.
I was walking on my to my locker and then I saw him.
Making out with my best friend.
Damn it was I fed up!
That was the last straw. He could flirt all he wants, but have a full fledged make out session with me then make out with my best friend. That was unforgivable.
I marched my way over to them and pried them apart. Lily looked confused while he looked amused.
Then I slapped him. God, that must of hurt.
He still looked amused.
Jerk!
So then I kissed him.
And we lived happily ever after.
A/N: Very OOC. Review and tell me how horrible it is!