Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nada, zip, everything Hannah Montana belongs to Disney, the only thing I own is the idea for this story.

Chapter One: Nose Whistle Wally

I hate the fact that Miley couldn't take me on the set of her new movie filming in Europe just because she was so-called grounded. I mean if Robbie Ray really wanted to ground her he shouldn't of let her do the movie in the first place. What kind of punishment is it to look in the baby blues of Chace Crawford for ten hours a day? Stupid parent with stupid punishments, I just can't stand them.

So instead of drooling of Chace, I am stuck here in Malibu getting ready for a stupid party that I don't even want to go to. All I can do is stare at my amazing lame closet and think that I won't fit in with all the other girls at the party. I don't have anything to wear and on top of that I had to use a new shampoo because they wanted to discontinue my favorite hair cleanser. So now my fucking hair smells like apples, which isn't a complete loss… I guess I can always whip out my new caramel apple body spray…. Which still leaves me with the dilemma of what the hell do I wear?

Keep it simple Truscott… Just let your natural curls go and put on a simple mask of makeup, you don't want to look completely hideous. The topper of my oh-so-peachy outfit was my new little black dress. It clung to my breast like I actually had something more than a 36b cup and showed off the fact that I barely had any curves. But it was perfect with the fact it was loose at the bottom and the fabric came to life when I twirled. Plain and simple, it was the only thing I felt comfortable in.

I don't know why I didn't lock myself in my room with a rub of ice cream and popcorn and catch up on the latest "Degrassi" gossip, I haven't watched my favorite show in forever. I mean I probably won't even know a single person at the party. However, my dear mother wants me to make more friends. She thinks it would be a good experience.

The way I look at it, it's the beach… If worse comes to worse, all I have to do is jump in the ocean. Sighing at my final results I decided I looked good enough to eat, well that is if you like apples. Maybe the walk to the beach will get me excited. I do love to dance and I don't look half bad. Maybe some hot guy will sweep me off my feet and in a week I will forget all about my missing best friend.

The chilling walk to the beach almost had my hyped up. I was excited when I could see the flames from the hideously tall bomb fires above the trees. I became even more excited as I heard music blaring the closer I got. I was all of a sudden in the mood to just dance the night away at my favorite spot.

There was only one minor detail that prohibited me from becoming completely ecstatic about this party, the fact that it was amber and Ashley throwing the party. The two of them hated me to the core of my being. It was like they lived to humiliate me. I was sure that I was only invited to the party as some part of a sick game, but yet here I was standing at the party looking around for something or someone.

That was when this song started playing and while it was probably the first or second I have ever heard it, there was something about it that just made a girl want to dance. I mean I normally don't listen to Coldplay but "Clocks" is just a great song. So I sauntered my way over the refreshments shaking my body with every step I made. To everyone else I am sure it looked like I was having a seizure, but I was just having fun.

As I am standing at the small refreshment table staring at the punch debating whether or not the punch is spiked, I notice Wally looking my way. Now I am not the judgmental type so don't start calling me a superficial bitch or anything but come on… I mean can nose-whistle Wally really be the only guy at this party interested in me. He whistles with his nose, snot and all. And there are just some disgusting things that aren't hot, they are just simply disgusting.

He smiled at me. He actually looked at me and smiled like it was his secret come hither look from across the room. I knew it was only a matter of time before he walked across the tiny space between us and just asked me to dance, as bad of a dancer as I was. But deep inside I did not want to dance with him at all. I needed a scapegoat, anyone but Wally.

I was fate when I felt someone bump into… Whoever it was that just practically spilt punch all over me would be the one that I would dance with, I would sweep him off his feet. Well here is hoping two things: that there is a guy standing behind me and that he is gorgeous. I mean I have to brag about my own Chace Crawford… Who needs movie star when you have…? Oliver!

I think I stood there with my mouth open for the rest of the song. I totally did not expect to see Oliver at this stupid fucking party. I glared at him as I put my hands on my hips. He just fucking bumped into me and didn't even say sorry or hi for that matter.

"Lilly? I didn't think you were coming… Otherwise maybe we could have carpooled or something?" Oliver shrugged it off. I couldn't put my hands on it, but there was something different about him. He actually looked halfway decent with a long sleeved white cotton button up blouse and a pair of baggy jeans (which I could tell were his lucky jeans). His shaggy hair hung to his face highlighting his eyes in the moonlight and I couldn't help but feel like some cheesy teenage romance movie at that exact moment, because here I was checking out my best friend.

The end of the Coldplay song knocked me back to my senses, which I clearly needed… What the hell was I doing thinking about Oliver like that? I was actually thinking, gasp, that he looked sexy and drop dead gorgeous. Now I know they spiked the punch! They spiked it so hard that Mr. nose-whistle Wally had enough courage to start walking over toward me. It was clear he was going to ask me to dance to upcoming song. I had to think fast.

I didn't want to look like a bitch in front of everyone, but at the same time I did not want to look like the biggest loser either, it was a party not a diet reality television show. So I closed my eyes and yanked Oliver to the dance floor. It clearly wasn't my smartest move. I had to distract myself from having feelings about Oliver; I mean we were friends… just friends!

"Just dance with me for one song, please." I practically begged Okin as I looked over at Wally. I instantly felt bad when I saw the disappointment on his face. However, my sympathy was short lived when I saw Ashley pushing him toward the dance floor. She was the one telling him to ask me dance.

I needed to focus on anything but the fact that nose-whistle Wally was still going to come over here and ask to cut in. I needed to make this dance with Oliver look somewhat real. I had to take it to the next level; I had to get closer…

Throwing my arms around his neck I just rest my head on his chest. I let his warmth fill me, and I realized that this was a very bad idea for a distraction. I just may be developing a crush on OLIVER OKIN!!! There were a million warning signals going off in my brain but I actually didn't want this moment to end…

As I closed my eyes and let the music finally sink in, I had no idea what we were listening to, I could feel him timidly wrap his hands around my waist. I loved the way he held on to me, as if I was something that would break but at the same time something to squeeze the life out of. His hands moving up and down my sides with the slow beat of the Taylor Swift song playing was enough to drive a girl crazy.

Then there was the simple fact that I had absolutely no idea how he would feel in return. What if I was developing this small major crush on him, and he had no feelings for me whatsoever. What if I was stuck in that tortured friend zone? It was then that the lyrics to the song hit me… With Oliver it was exactly how I felt. I felt "fearless"

Before I knew what was happening the song was over and he let go just as nose-whistle Wally walked over. I guess my little plan didn't work. Oliver didn't like the dance, why would he I sucked at dancing… I guess that is why I was stuck with good ol' Wally. I politely smiled trying to think of a way to turn him down while I watched Oliver walk away from me.

"Hi Lilly you look really pretty tonight." Wally said with a wide smile on his face as he gave the thumbs up to Ashley behind him. He looked back at me sheepishly and whispered so that no one could hear

"Ashley says if I can get you to dance with me she will leave the party with me." As he finished his stupid sentence he whistled and I had to cover my mouth to stop from gagging. "IF I can make you looking like the stupidest fucking person at the party, she said she would rock my world…"

I wanted to kill myself in that moment. I was still in Okin euphoria I wanted him here with me… I wanted him to say he was my boyfriend that Wally should back the fuck off… well a girl can dream cant she? But alas all I could see was Oliver at the refreshment table looking at Amber of all people.

"Well you make me feel pathetic if that will do, but I think I am all danced out." Even saying that I could hear Radiohead's "Karma Police" blare through the speakers…. MY favorite band and I had to pretend that I like hated them or that I didn't want to dance to them. This moment really did suck!

"I would never get a girl like Ashley to give me the time of day, think of our dance as a charity." He reached for my hand and looked at me pleadingly.

Just as I was about to cave, after all I knew Wally would never give up until he had his dance, I saw a olive toned hand swat Wally's reaching hand away. At first I thought I was dreaming or making up imaginary hands, but it really was Oliver.

"Sorry, Lillypop… There was a long line by the punch. But I know how much dancing made you thirsty so I had to get a drink for my date." Oliver said protectively handing me the glass of red liquid in his hand. "Wally I think it would be great if you walked back over to your seat and stopped looking at my girl… Obviously you make her uncomfortable and as you can see she already has a dance partner."

I was so delighted in the moment I didn't even realize that Okin still could have just been friendly. He could have just seen I need help and did what any friend would do… I don't know why my heart started racing the second that he said my girl or called me Lillypop, but in that moment I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel him warm lips fighting to dominate mine….

I counted to three as I tried to focus on not doing something irrational that could potentially ruin the friendship I had with Oliver. There was no way in fucking hell I was going to make a move. I had to know that he felt the same way. I had to wait for him to make a move. The ball was in Oliver's court.

"Hey, do you want to get out of here?" Oliver asked leaning into my ear as the Radiohead song just finished. It was like even when I didn't say a word he knew exactly what I was thinking. He knew me better than anyone.

"Yeah, I don't even know what I am doing here." I said exasperated. I don't know why I let Amber and Ashley get to me, but I did. They made me feel bad even when I felt my best and it wasn't a feeling I wanted to linger around. I hated this party as much as I hated life without Miley.

There was simply something special about the way he gently grabbed my hand and led me out of the party. The way our skin melted together by one simple touch, I may be crazy but maybe he is realizing just how much I mean to him. Maybe in this moment he is also thinking about the way that my skin feels on his…

We reached the street and I see his mother's car parked there, if we get in where would we go? Every store was closed, there were no restaurants open… the only option was back to one of our houses and that idea held so much hidden meaning. Maybe part of me wanted to discover what there really could be between me and Oliver. Maybe I wanted to fight for domination as our lips played tug-o-war and our bodies molded together entwining around each other. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be completely surrounded by Oliver.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something at my place," Oliver suggested whipping the keys out of his pocket and opening my door. I wanted to just push him onto the passenger seat and give myself to him right there on the street. He brought out a primal instinct in me…

I smiled at the way his have gently waved in the slight breeze and nodded my head. Maybe if we watched a movie I could test the boundaries… I have to make a move. I have to find out how he feels about me. I will go crazy if I don't see if this chemistry I am feeling is purely the delusional workings of my mind.

I could just see it now, the two of us sitting on the couch watching some stupid kung-fu comedy. He would laugh and throw his hands in the air. I would pretend it was the funniest thing in the world and slide closer to him. I would blame it on the fact that I was laying so hard I fell toward him. But then I would cuddle to his warmth and see if he objects. Then just as the credits are about to roll and we have to call it a night I would look up into his eyes and gently brush my lips against his, just to test the water…

"Unless you know you want to call it a night, it is pretty late. I know your mom has a strict curfew for you." He simply stated as he sat down in the driver seat. "That actually sounds better. I am sure your mom knows that Miley is out of town… and if we fell asleep. I couldn't bear her thinking bad things about you just because I was selfish."

He looked at me across the car. I couldn't read his mind. For once I had no idea what Oliver what thinking about, no idea what was running through his mind. What did he see when he looked at me? Did he not trust himself alone with me? Was he thinking about how big of an idiot he was being and how great it would be to be alone with me? It would be great to just be together no parents, no Miley, no one else.

"Ok. Whatever you want to do," I said strapping my seatbelt in and looking ahead at the road. It was silly of my to stare at ever traffic light just praying that it would turn red so I could have ten more seconds with Okin. It was stupid to be this childish around him. He was my best friend, there wasn't anything I kept for him, except for the fact I was crazy about him all of a sudden.

We were a mere block away from my house when the first of ten traffic lights actually agreed with me and turned red just as Oliver was heading toward it. He gently tapped the breaks and quickly looked at me as we sat waiting for the green light.

"Lilly you smell delicious. Is that a new perfume?" He breathed me in leaning over the seat and sticking his nose in my hair.

I couldn't breathe and I immediately got stiff in my seat as he leaned closer to me with his face merely inches from mine. If I just turn my head a little bit we would be face to face, but I could let him see the longing in my eyes. I had to think of anything but how great and natural it felt to be this close to Okin.

"If it is, I love it… Apples are my favorite fruit." He continued talking slowly falling back to his side of the car just as the light turned green. It was only seconds until we were parked in front of my house in an awkward silence.

Reaching for the door handle I noticed my mom had all the lights on. I hoped to god she wasn't waiting up for me. I had too much to think about to have a heart to heart with my dear old mother. I looked at Oliver quickly before I got out of the car…. Looks like I will have to plan to make my move tomorrow, which meant I had a lot of planning to do before I could ever go to bed.

There was no hiding it, I Lilly Truscott am madly in love with my best friend and I don't think he has any fucking clue.