K so I got this idea. It's a two shot. Review for the end!! It's kinda funny kinda not.

I've got a frigging date with Sean White! Eep! That was a happy eep for those who are confused. Well, you don't know who he is do ya? Here, I'll clue you in. Sean is a cute blond surfer boy. He's got clear blue eyes. Yes he is a pretty boy I'd say but, he's considered decently cute in school, soo I'm going for it. No, I'm not desperate. It's just I believe I should try all my options. See, difference. Anyways I need to call Oliver, my best friend from forever. I'll clue you in on him too. He's got the skater look and hair. And these chocolate brown eyes that make you feel warm and safe. But he's my best friend so I'm supposed to feel that way with him. Come to think of it, he's the exact opposite of Sean. Weird huh?

I look in the mirror and look at my outfit. I'm wearing a green flow skirt, thigh length. A hot pink tank top with a green sparkly star at the shoulder. And to complete it, green and pink striped wedge heels, only and inch though. It was pretty girly, for me at least. I keep looking at it, too girly? Skaterish? Not what Sean would think was cute? Why did Miley have to go on tour a day before he asked me out? That's it! I'm calling Oliver. I pick up my phone and push 1.

"Heyey." he answers the phone with a calm tone. Yay. I get to ruin it.

"Hey, can you come over please?" I ask in a semi-begging way.

"I though you had a dayyy-t." he says in a mocking way. I roll my eyes.

"Yea, but I need you to rate my out fit." I hear him sigh.

"Lilly, I'm not gay."

"You can be straight and rate girls fashion sense! Racist!" I yell into the phone.

"First of all it's not racist, it's… well its not racist. And second I am not!" I smile. He feel right into that one.

"Then you'll come over?"

"Lilly." he whines.

"Please!"

"But,"

"Pretty please Oliver!"

"Fine." he finally says in a defeatist attitude.

"Thanks, you're the rocks."

"Yea, yea."

"Cya soon." I hang up, with newly found energy from talking to him. I run over o my radio (almost trip in my shoes) and turn it on. 7 things had just come on. It was one of my new jam songs. I grad something off my dresser and use it as a mic.

"I probably shouldn't say this/But at times I get so scared/When I think about the/previous/Relationship we shared/It was awesome, but we lost it/It's not possible for/me, not to care/And now we're standing in the rain/But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear, THE 7 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!" I scream in my not so good singing voice. I get really into it and start jumping on my bed , writing with lipstick on my mirror and laying on the floor.

"The 7 things I like about you/Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's/When we kiss I'm hypnotized/You make me laugh, you make me cry/But I guess that's both I'll have to buy/Your hands in mine/When we're intertwined, everything's alright/I wanna be with the one I know/And the 7th thing I like most that you do/You make me love you/You do." I peacefully end with my body sprawled out on my carpet my hair a mess. I look to the side were my door is and see Oliver leaning against the frame just looking at me.

"Hey." I look up at my ceiling. Not moving. I'm not embarrass, jut tired.

"Hello." he walks over and crouches next to me. "You like singing into your deodorant?" he questions, smiling a bit. I look over at my hand then back at him.

"Lil bit." I stand up and brush my hair, pull out a little stool from in front of my door and stand on it. "Wada ya think?" He walks and stands right in front of me.

"Well, were the same height now."

"No, what do you think of my outfit? This is my Model pedestal. Whoosh." I make a box around my face.

"Hmm." he says looking my up and down.

"Too girly? To much? To what Oliver what?" I ask, getting anxious.

"The skirt." he says sitting on my bed.

"Brief. What about it? Does it make me look fat? You know I'm fat!" I yell crossing my arms.

"No, Lilly, it's too short. And your not fat. Your good."

"Skater boy say wha?" I say raising and eyebrow. "What's wrong with it? It's not mini. It's only a little above my knee." He lays down and flips over to look at me.

"Should be longer."

"Where? To my knee exactly?"

"I was thinking ankles." he says, fake smiling. He's insane.

"Why?" I yell, getting a little annoyed.

"I don't want him to think your that kind of girl. And do that stuff to you." he starts to raise his voice a little. Oh it is ON!

"Well I don't want him to think I'm a nun!" I fire back.

"Why do you need to wear a skirt any way. And the shoes. Lilly, did you steal them from Miley? You don't even look like my Lilly." he stands up and crosses his arms now.

"Well what should I wear! What Oliver!?" I stomp down from my pedestal thinger and march up to him. The song "True friend" was on.

"Darn it Chuck! Stop playing Miley's songs! This is not the time!" I scream.

"You named you radio?" he snickers at me.

"Long story. So shut up!"

"You want me to pick out your outfit?"

"Yes! Since you know everything." I point to my dresser.

"K, go into your bathroom."

"But,"

"Go." he orders. So I walk into my bathroom. Waiting to see Oliver's outfit. Ready to laugh.