Me being Loliver random after watching We're All In This Date Together. I was forced to publish this by Mari (AlwaysxAddicted). Kill her if you hate it ahah.

"Hey Oliver!" Lilly greeted her best friend in the morning hallway and they strolled down together.

"Hey Lillay...Lizzle… fo shizzle, my bestizzle--" Oliver took his time at greeting her back. Someone was in an upbeat mood.

While he babbled on, Lilly had been examining his shirt. "Okay, I get it. Hi. Now what does your shirt say?"

Oliver grinned proudly and wiggled his eyebrows, "'Chick Magnet'."

Lilly raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, unfortunately that's what I thought it said. Oliver, how can I say this? Oh, here's a way: You are in no way a chick magnet."

Oliver threw his head up snobbishly, "Ugh, I beg to differ but girls adore the Smokin' Oken."

Lilly scoffed, "Uh, look around "Smokin' Oken" but there's no girl around you." As they walked passed a window, she caught sight of their slight reflection. Except for me, and that's the only way it should be.

Oliver frowned but his smile returned as he caught the same reflection. "Um, I do see one girl who actually came to me this morning."

Lilly turned abruptly. "What are you saying?"

"I'm not saying anything. I'm just trying to prove to you that girls can't stay away from me for long."

Lilly rolled her eyes and kept walking, "Stop saying that word in plural as if more than one girl likes you."

Oliver also rolled his eyes and decided to end it there but another realization confused him, "Wait. What one girl likes me?"

Lilly thought of multiple answers to that question. She tried to give herself more time after drawing a blank, "Huh?"

Oliver almost repeated himself when he figured she had heard him clearly and was only stalling. "You heard me. You said 'one girl likes you'. I'd like to know who that is."

Frustrated, but in reality cornered, Lilly turned to face him again. "Listen Oliver," she suddenly pulled on his shirt and said straight in his face, "You are not a chick magnet! Got it?" She threw out her free hand for emphasis.

Oliver glared at her for a mere second, but then changed his expression to something she couldn't immediately catch. "Really?"

"Yes." She naturally rested her extended hand on his shoulder and loosened her grasp so that now she merely had her palm against his chest.

He glanced at it with a smile across his face, "Then why are you even closer to me then you were a minute ago?"

Lilly took a second to process that, and then took note of her position. Her face turned crimson red in matters of three seconds. Yet she was too frozen to move, and he showed no intent in moving her. In fact he stared right back at her.

An unknown audience spoke up. "Hey, are you guys gonna kiss or are y'all just going to stare into each other's eyes all day?" Miley asked nonchalantly.

Now, besides being the color of her own shirt, Lilly stopped breathing altogether. How had one innocent conversation lead to that? For some reason, she felt slightly relieved that Oliver now also looked uncomfortable. She also realized that he was probably uncomfortable because the next move was hers since she was in control of their position; she being all over him and all. As casually as possible she slid her arm off his, patted his shirt, then speed-walked off dragging Miley along with her. This incident was never to be mentioned again, and that shirt needed to be burned at once.

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