Hey Y'll! Heres a cute little story that I thought up, and the idea wouldn't leave me alone! So, its probably gonna be a short one.

Arie

Love. That is a really strong word. Its so,... love. Mysterious, happy, evil, rewarding, scary, and so much more. And its exactly what I felt for my two best friends.

Yes, Love. And no, not like, Love love, like I want to kiss them or anything. Friendly love.

Okay, so maybe I did love one of them that way, but its different now. Way, different.

Your probably wondering, who are you? Or, what the heck are you talking about? Well, let me explain. My name is Oliver Oken. I used to have two best friends, Lilly and Miley, but not anymore.

I'm a huge donut. Still. When the three of us entered 9th grade, we weren't friends. We were all different.

Miley. She went from Pop princess Tennessee girl to complete and total wannabe. She never used to care what other people thought of her. Okay, so maybe a little, but every teenage girl does a little, right? Now, shes been trying to hang out with Amber and Ashley, the resident mean girls at our school. I haven't talked to her in quite some time.

Lilly. She went from hyper skater girl, to goth, who only talked to her goth friends.

But, she occasionally would say hi to me in the halls. But not Miley! Ha! I've always taken pride in that.

Me. I went from super huge donut, (Well, I still am, but now I actually found somewhere to fit in.) to complete super huge football jock, but I'm still nice. So is the rest of my football team, but still. Lets put it this way, no one on my football team is an A student, but we get good enough grades to get by.

In the middle of 9th grade, my parents moved us from Malibu, California, to London, England. And you know what, I told Miley and Lilly I was moving, but I didn't tell them where.

Its not like they would care anymore, anyway. When I told Miley I was moving far away, she said goodbye, and "I'll miss having a donut like you around."

Lilly, though. Wow. She really surprised me. Well, the old Lilly would have done it in a heartbeat, but not the new one.

She actually, hugged me, and said; "No! No, you can't move Oliver! I'm gonna miss you so much!" and when she pulled away, she had a small tear running down her cheek.

You see, this was in school, too. Thats something else that surprised me. But, we were the only ones in the classroom, so I guess she couldn't have been seen.

And now? Who knows where they are. I'm in 11th grade now, and who knows why I'm even thinking about this? So, I'm gonna stop thinking about it, and carry on with my life.

Hm oo Hm

It was Friday, after football (No, not soccer)practice, and I was walking around in the snow, with my two new best friends, Matt and Jared to grab a bite to eat. They had instantly became friends with me when I joined the football team the third quarter of 9th grade, the first time I was here.

You see, it was December, the day before winter break. We had an indoor football field, for some odd reason, probably because of the rain. It rained here, a lot!

"Hey have either of you seen that weird math chick?" Jared asked as we sat down with our food.

"Which one?" I asked

"Uh, shes got red hair, and brown eyes, and uh, she dresses nice, but shes like, really good at math, so that classified her as a geek?"

"Oh yeah, uh, whats her name..." Matt snapped his fingers "Devon Smith!"

"Yeah, thats her name," Jared said, as he ate a French fry.

"Yeah, so what about 'er?" I asked as I stuffed my face with a burger.

"Well, supposedly, shes my new sister. My older brother married her older sister."

"Dude, that sucks. Now shes gonna like, check your homework, and turn you into a math freak," Matt said, as he stood up. "AH! MY BEST FRIEND IS GOING GEEKLY!" He shouted, as I laughed.

Everyone knew who we were, and that the three of us did stuff like that all the time. So, nobody looked.

"Matt, dude, calm down. I'm not moving in with her, I'll only see her at family events and school, and besides, I probably won't go to family events cause of football. And, what does Geekly mean?"

"It means, geeky" Matt said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He was right. Football was a hard as ever this season. Our arch enemies, Westwood High Tigers, were getting better. We had practice everyday now.

When we finished eating, we walked out of the small diner. We walked to my house, our usual hang out spot, talking about normal things along the way. Like, food, football, girls, etc.

As we walked in the door, my mother started yelling.

"Oliver! I just cleaned these floors!"

She was referring to the mud and snow we were trudging all over the floors, which were white by the way.

"Mom, you never cared before, why do you care now?"

"Because. You'll find out later."

"Whatever." I said, as we sat down at the kitchen table, with chips and sodas in hand, proceeding to have a burping contest. Which I won, by the way as my little sister, Amy, who was 12, laughed at us, while my mother walked away with a long sigh.

You remember when I said I was still nice? Well, yeah, to everyone but my mother.

About an hour later, we were upstairs in my bedroom, doing homework. You see, our evil math teacher gave almost the whole football team homework because Max Dublin, another guys on the team, thought the answer to 1x1 was 2. And she went on about how we care to much about football, and not enough about work. So, now we all have 15 multiplication problems to do. Oh, joy. And, we have to show our work. So we can't use a calculator.

"Hey Matt, whats 15x94?" I asked

"I dunno."

"I think its around 1400, something like that" Jared said

"Screw this" I said, and pulled out a calculator. The answer was 1410.

I was just about to ask Jared what 121,349x455,854 was, since my calculator was being stubborn and not doing it, when my mom poked her head in my room.

"Oliver"

"Mother" I said, mimicking her annoyed voice without looking up from my math problems.

"What are you doing?" She asked

"Math homework, Mrs. O" Matt answered, he didn't look up either.

My mom sounded surprised.

"Well, then you can find out in the morning. Theres a girl here from America. Her parents died in a car crash, and none of her relatives wanted to take her, so I said I would."

"Why?" I asked, trying to figure out what 5x4 was in my head. For me, that wasn't easy.

Honestly, I don't know how I made it to 11th grade.

"Because I knew her, from when we lived in Malibu, and so do you. In fact, you knew her very well."

"Thats nice. Whats her name?" I asked

"You have to wait and see. But, you won't meet her till after your game tomorrow, I guess."

"Why not?" Jared asked

"Because, I'm taking her with me for my Saturday errands."

"Ma, your gonna kill the girl before shes even here for 24 hours."

"No I won't. Your exaggerating."

With that, she turned around and closed the door behind her.

I raised my eyebrow. "Or am I?" I said, in a strange girly voice.

Jared and Matt laughed. They left around midnight, and I went to bed around 1, when I finally finished my math homework.

As hard as I tried, I just couldn't go to sleep. I kept wondering who the girl was. I shook it off and got up. I wandered into the hallway, and tip-toed down the first 3 steps.

My stairs were strange. If you went down the first 3, and peeked around the bend, you could see perfectly into the kitchen, but anyone in there couldn't see you. You actually had to go into the downstairs hallway to see up the stairs. I always did this when I couldn't sleep, and then I would go downstairs if no one was down there, and drink out of the milk carton. Now, I always looked because my mother hated it when I did that. She said it spread germs, but I did it anyway.

No, normally, there was no one there, but this time, there was a girl.

She had her back turned to me, but I could see some features. She had black hair, and she was wearing jeans and a long sleeved green shirt, with a short sleeved jean jacket over it.

I proceeded down the steps, and reached the hallway. I was careful to be real quiet, so I wouldn't scare the girl. I walked around her as if no one was in there, and I heard her gasp a little when I opened the refrigerator door.

I pulled out the milk, but this time instead of drinking it right from the carton, I pulled out a glass.

"You want one?" I asked quietly, being careful not to wake my parents up.

I turned my head towards her. Now, I could see her face. She had pretty blue eyes, and a little bit of pale skin.

She nodded her head, and I poured the milk. I sat down at the table, handed her her milk and we were both silent for a minute.

"So," I finally said "Whats your name?"

"Lilly," She said quietly, and it reminded me of someone, "Yours?"

"Oliver."

She nodded. "I had a friend named Oliver once. But he moved away and didn't say where he was going."

When she said that, I nearly spit my milk all over the table.

"Well," I said, being careful again, "I had a friend named Lilly, who used to be a skateboarder, who went goth."

Now, she almost spit out her milk.

"I used to be like that. But, then after my friend left I went back to normal. But, my other friend, Miley, still ignored me and tried to be popular."

"Oh reall-" I started, "Wait, did you just say Miley?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my god! Lilly? Lilly Truscott?" I asked, unbelieving this.

"Yeah," She said, and gave me a weird look. "How did you know my last name?"

"Its me! Oliver, Oliver Oken!" I said

She was silent for about a minute, before she talked.

"So, your telling me, that you moved to London during the middle of 9th grade, and now I moved to London, and we live in the same house?"

"Yeah!" I said "This is so weird. I thought I would never see you guys again!"

"I thought I would never see you again! And then I found out I was moving, and I was like, "Yay, maybe I'll move to where Oliver moved, and then I found out that it was London, and I was like, yeah right, Oliver didn't move to London, and-"

"Lilly!" I cut her off. "I think I get it."

"Sorry," She replied, looking sheepish and sinking in her chair a bit.

"So, how have you been?"

"Good. I joined the football team."

"No way! Oliver Oken plays football. Locker man, Smoken' Oken. Mr. Hannah Montana." She said

"Hey!" I defended myself, "Once I found out it was Miley, I wasn't like that anymore!"

"Yeah, but it was still funny."

We talked for a little bit longer. We caught up, and I found out she poured ice cream in Miley's hair last summer, and was finding new ways to torture her in anyway possible.

"Hey Lils?"

"Yeah?"

"Its 3 in the morning, you wanna go to bed?"

"Uh, sure."

"Your not tired, are you?"

"No. Theres a time difference."

"Yeah, but we can still talk. You can sleep in my room."

She looked at me weird again.

"Well, you'll have to have the twin bed. Amy used to have that room and my Dad built a twin bed that folds out of the wall. I just have to move my desk." I said

"Alright..."

We walked up the stairs, and she went to go change. I went to the closet in the hallway and got some sheets, but it took me a while to find them, since you know, I don't do that kind of stuff. Lilly came out of the guest room when I was walking into my room, which was right across the hall. But, I didn't know it. I moved my desk over to the space in the window, and pulled the bed out.

"So, your macho man now, huh? I remember when Miley and I would hit you and it would knock you down or you would say "Ouch"" She said, imitating me from when I did that. And also scaring me.

I whipped around, "Whoa! Don't do that again!"

She smirked, "Did I scare you?" She asked in a voice like she was talking to an infant. Same old Lilly.

"Yes, you did." I said.

I couldn't figure out how to put the sheets on, so Lilly, still smirking, came over and helped me.

When we finally laid down for bed, she yawned. "Ha!" I said, "I got a yawn out of you!"

She gave me a look, and I became quiet. I clapped, and my lights turned off.

Okay, I like this one. Please give me any ideas you have!!!! R&R!

Arie