Disclaimer: I Don't Own Hannah Montana
A/N: this is just a random oneshot... I was frusterated and needed to clear my mind and this is what came out. But I hope you enjoy it.
"Hey Lilly, hold my bag?" Oliver asked, and shoved it at her before she could even answer. She mumbled some form of yes as Oliver walked toward the line to get on a ride with the rest of the group of rowdy friends. I don't know how Lilly talked me into this, her friends hate me, especially Oliver, but she got me to come to the fair with her, and so far it sucks. She's like Oliver's slave, following him and holding his stuff while he goes on every ride. I just stood with her and if I was too close Oliver would glare and Lilly would step away a little. I told her I wanted to leave but noo she wouldn't have it.
So here we are, she's holding his bag, watching the ride spin... around and around... and I'm watching her, clutching the bag like her life depends on it. She swallows hard... I think she knows I'm watching her. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks at me. "What?" She asks and I shrug. I can't tell her I'm having an aweful time. She's so cute... and so vulnerable, just holding the bag to her chest like a teddy bear and watching the ride like a little kid, god I want to just go over there and wrap my arms around her waist and put my chin on her shoulder. I don't though. Her friends would start talking. She doesn't want them talking. Or thinking we're dating. No...She cares what her friends think.
I start thinking about how agitated I am, and how I like her so much. I start getting angry as I think about it, I mean, shouldn't she like me enough to just tell Oliver that she wants to hang out with me and we could meet him later? No, ofcourse not, he needs someone to carry his stuff... I get lost in my thoughts, and then lost in her... Staring at her, god I must look like some stalker looking at her, but It's just that hard to look away. She's so cute and innocent looking, and adorable...
Before I can process what I'm doing I have her turned around and I'm pressed against her and my lips about to touch hers when the sound of Oliver's bag hitting the ground brings me to realize what I did. I had turned her around and pushed her against the side of the ride throwing his bag and pinned her. Oh my god she's gonna hate me. She's gonna think I'm a weirdo... She's.... gonna kiss me? What.....?
I don't know what's going on I'm so confused, I can't think, all I can do is feel. I feel her lips smashed against mine, her fingers curling into a fist with my hair in her hands. I feel her tiny waist as I grip it hard and press her even harder against the metal siding and feel her chest move up and down as I kiss her neck. I can feel the sides of the ride moving, making her move a little as well, but ofcourse, it does eventually stop moving... So I hesitantly pull back,I look into her eyes and hers dash away... I step back and grab Oliver's bag, handing it to her and then stepping away so I'm not too close when he gets off the ride.
Here they come, all happy, bragging that they rode something scary and Oliver yanks his bag away and slings it on his back. "What should we go on next guys?" He asks, not looking at me or Lilly, and not even saying thanks for holding his stuff. I never liked Oliver, he's rude. I wouldn't be rude to her. Nope, not at all. But ofcourse I'm not her best freind, he is. She cares what her friends think. So that's why we're just friends. because she cares what they think....