Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any characters in this. (Also spoilers for WIDLAY in this chapter)
There was a beach party, no idea why, so Oliver and me decided to go together, as best friends. Who knew a stupid beach party could turn out to be so good?
When Oliver met me at my house he looked surprised. I was wearing a skirt (usually unheard of) with bright tights, a top, a hoodie and boots. It was very different to what I usually wear, but I wanted to make a statement. Anyway, when I opened the door to Oliver, he looked at me in awe. 'You look great Lils' He'd said. I was happy that he thought I looked okay, without Miley around; I didn't have anyone to judge my outfits.
Oliver and me walked to the beach together. It wasn't a long walk, but all the way we were laughing and talking together. When we got there, Oliver got called over by his boy mates, so I let him get on with it as I wandered round the party talking to anyone and everyone. I wasn't paying much attention to the DJ or the music, even though I had been dancing for a while.
When I was getting a drink and resting, Oliver appeared out of nowhere and tapped me on the shoulder.
'Crikey, Oliver! You scared me! What's up?'
'Sorry Lils, just wanted to warn you that Nose Whistle Wally is planning to slow dance with you.' He nodded his head in Wally's direction.
'What?!' I exclaimed. 'How does he know when to ask?'
'Lils, don't you listen to the DJ?' Oliver asked.
I shook my head; he rolled his eyes. I was about to say something, but Wally was on his way over.
'Well, come on the Oliver!' I stated.
'What?' Oliver looked confused.
I jumped off my stool. 'You're dancing with me!'
'Do I get a say in this?' He questioned.
'Not really.'
I just had time to see Wally trying to look for someone else he could go and dance with instead.
The DJ blasted out my favourite slow Radiohead song, Oliver and me grinned at each other. He held his hand out and I grabbed it. He put his other arm around me and I mirrored him. We were slowly dancing round the beach; it felt like we were the only two people in the world. My heart was beating so fast and I didn't even mind! I had a moment of bravery and I put my head on his shoulder. My head fit exactly into his neck, like it was made to be there. He stroked my hair and inhaled the smell of it. I took my head from his shoulder and looked at him weirdly. 'Your hair smells of apples.' He whispered.
'Thanks?' I asked.
He smiled. 'That's a good thing, I like apples.'
'More than me?' I asked as a joke.
He laughed. 'Never: I couldn't like anyone or anything more than you.' He said with all seriousness.
I bit my lip. 'Oliver?'
'Yeah Lils?' He questioned as if he knew what I was going to say.
'I think I like you.' I stated.
He grinned. 'I thought you'd never say it!'
I smiled and blushed.
'Lils, do you want to be my girlfriend?'
'I thought you'd never ask!' I teased.
'Is that a yes?' He smiled.
'Absolutely.
'Then just call me Ollie-pop.' He said.
I groaned. 'Really Oliver, couple nicknames?'
'Really Lillian, couple nicknames!' He grinned.
'You know, they kind of suck and haven't exactly worked out in our previous relationships.' I stated.
'No, I guess not. But we're different.' He looked into my eyes with so much passion that I couldn't disagree.
'Okay fine, you win Ollie-pop.' We both smiled.
A random voice startled us. 'You know the party finished like ten minutes ago?' It was the DJ, who was packing up his stuff. Oliver and me laughed and ran from the beach holding hands all the way to my house. We arrived there shortly.
'I'll see you tomorrow Lilly-pop.'
'Will you?' I asked.
'Of course I will, I'm taking you ice-skating!' He exclaimed.
I grinned. 'Best boyfriend ever.'
'Well durr!' He teased.
'I've got to go before my mom flips; you should go too. I'll see you tomorrow Ollie-pop.'
'Okay Lilly-pop, I'll be waiting for you. Night, sweet dreams.' He threw his arms round me in an embrace and kissed my cheek, I sighed happily. He left then and I went up to my room.
'Lillian?' My mother called.
'Yes?' I asked.
'How was the party?' She questioned.
I grinned. 'It was okay. I lied. It was so much more than that. It wasn't okay, good or even great; it was the best.
