AN-This is my 3rd fic. Of course its loliver! It's a little different than my other fic "Here we go again" so just read and review please!

DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN HANNAHMONTANA!

Oliver's POV!

I stared at the beautiful blonde figure right next to me. I couldn't help but stare, she was beautiful in the most unique and simplest way. I couldn't help but notice she had matured more. Her pale white leg's were gorgeous, the shape of her breast had developed, just everything about her had taken a step up. Don't get me wrong she was beautiful before but now she's just- breathtaking. So I admit it, I'm in love with my bestfriend. I haven't told her yet and I'm not planning too. I joke around with her about it though. Sometimes I grab her waist when were waiting in line for something or I just do it at any random time. But she knows and I know that I'm just kidding, but I wish I wasn't. I wanted Lillian Truscott to be mine.

"Who do you like better?" She said as she flipped her long blonde straight hair back behind her back. God I loved when she did that. "Sarah or Miley?" She stared at me, it's like she could see right through me.

The truth is, I didn't like anybody but her, she was the one for me, besides I don't even understand why she was asking me all these questions anyways, she knows Miley is just a friend and Sarah and I don't talk much. After that one incident with the whole flour sack deal Sarah hates my guts.

"Miley, but only as a friend, I mean I like to keep my options open…" I said looking away real quick. She could read me like a book, but only through my eyes so she knows when I'm lying.

"Mhmm" She said, looking at me doubtful.

LILLY'S POV!

Oh god, I can't believe Oliver likes Miley! He said only has a friend but when people usually say that it's for back up only. It's okay though, I get used to the guy's being all over Miley. I always come second best to her, first Jake now Oliver. Not really Oliver though, because I don't like Oliver anymore than a friend, I mean when we were younger I guess we sorta had a thing for eachother but that stopped when we hit 6th grade. I know for a fact me and Oliver would never be together, it would be too awkward.

"I'm bored" I said as I twirled the ends of my hair with my black fingernails.

"Then let's do something?" he said leaning back on his bed, resting his head on the headboard.

"What do you want to do?" I said sitting next to him and also leaning up against the headboard.

"Well, we could go call a bunch of people and go bowling, the movies, icecream- oh and theres this really good donut shop that just opened" he said looking over at me, smiling.

"You are a donut" I said hitting him with one of his pillows.

"HEY! Am not!" he exclaimed and hit me back.

"What time is it?" I asked him totally ignoring the fact that he hit me.

"Uhm, 4:30pm, why?"

"Shooot!" I said loudly putting my hands on my head.

"Why what's wrong?" he said sitting up from the headboard touching my thigh.

"My mom's birthday is tomorrow and I want to do something for her so I decided to make her cookies and I forgot all about it" I said getting up and putting on my shoes.

"So why does this have anything to do with the time?" he asked looking back over at the clock.

"Because the convenient store closes at 5 and I still need to get the bake needs" I said walking out the door with him following me.

"I have cookie mix here" He said grabbing my arm.

"Do you think I could bake them here?" I asked cocking one of my burrows.

"Yeah, and I will help you, my mom doesn't get home until 9pm and the cookies will be done by then and besides I like your mom." He said shrugging, I couldn't help but smile, he was the sweetest best friend anyone could ever have.

"Ah! Oliver you're a life savor" I hugged him tightly.

He took in her scent wrapping his arms gently around her waist yet gripping her tightly, he didn't want to let her go, he wanted to stay like this forever But she finally pulled away.

"So lets get started!" He said walking into the kitchen taking in the next scene that was yet to come.

I grabbed the cookie mix, I wasn't going to make the mix from scratch it would be to hard. And besides Oliver already had cookie dough. "This will do" I said setting the cookie mix down on the counter.

Oliver had gotten out the eggs and milk. "I guess were going to have to make homemade frosting" he said looking into the fridge relizing they were out of it.

"That's okay, it will be more fun" I said putting the little cookie dough pieces onto the pan.

"Fun? Like how?" he said slidding on top of the counter.

"Are you going to help or not?" I said getting annoyed.

"I'm not going to help, but I will do this!" he said taking a piece of cookie dough on a plastic spoon and flicking it into my hair

"Oh no you didn't!" I said looking at my hair in disbelief. I shrugged it off and started mixing the frosting.

"Oh, so that's how your going to be?" He said looking at me. "All cranky? Well your no fun!" he said and that was the last straw.

I took a handful of frosting and smeered it all over his face. "Yeah, I'm no fun at all!" I said sarcastically , laughing really hard. His face was priceless, literally the way it looked plus the icing all over it. He jumped off the counter and ran towards me. I started running around the counter. He finally caught me after I slipped in some egg yoke and sat on top of me.

"Prepare to die" he said jokingly.

"No- please – I-I'm s-s-sorry!" I said in between laughs.

"Wait, what was that?" He said cupping his hands around his ear, getting icing all over his ear. Before I could answer he smeered it all over my face and got off of me. He helped me up and I lost balance again and it brought me right into his arms.

"I- uh..sorry" I said my face turning a shade of light pink. I smiled an evil smile and wiggled my eye brows

"Whats so funny?" He said also keeping his balance by holding onto me.

"You just got…a little something on your ear." I said looking directly at his ear.

He felt his ear and brought his hand back into my face. "Ah, frosting!" he said and brought it up to his mouth, before he could lick it off I hurried up and licked it off. So what if its been all over the floor, then his ear then on his finger? The icing still tasted good.

"What was that for?" He snickered at me.

"I don't know, the icing was just so tempting." I said laughing.

"No, maybe it was just me" He said pointing to his muscles cockily

"No, it was deffinatly the icing" I said looking at him as if he were insane.

He started to lean in. Oh my gosh what was he doing? I said to myself. I don't think of Oliver like that! I tried to back away but he had me cuffed into his arms. His eyes were closed and we were almost centimeters away. I could smell his vanilla frosting breath which attracted me towards him. No Lilly! You don't like him, you can't like him he's your bestfriend. I kept repeating that over my head again and again. Finally we were interrupted when his mom walked into the door. He let go of me quickly and I almost lost balance, I regained it by holding onto the counter.

"What exactly is this all about?" Oliver's mother yelled as she threw her stuff onto the couch.

"Mom we were just-" He got cuffed off.

"Making a mess that's what!" she yelled, she started to turn a reddish shade, I avoided eye contact with her as I started to trace the counter patterns with my fingers.

"It was my fault Mrs. Oken, I asked Oliver to make cookies with me" I said finally looking up, then back at Oliver.

"Oh" she said in a displeased nasty tone.

"Oliver clean it up, Lilly you can go home" she said and headed on into her room her nose pointed up.

"Listen Oliver I'm really sorry" I said looking down at my feet. "If you want me to help I-" he cut me off.

"Its okay , I have it, I didn't know she was going to be home this early" He said as he lifted my chin up. "Hey, it's not your fault"

"I know, your mom hates me though" I said looking down again.

"No she doesn't, shes just not a people person"

"I should go, you sure your okay?" I said my eyes widening

"Yeah I will be fine" He pulled me into a tight embrace and I hugged him back tight, not wanting to let go. Not because I liked him, because I didn't want to.

AN- should I continue? I really want to but if you guys wont read and review then I might not bother. So R&R!