Sup, y'all, this is just a story I've been wanting to write.
Oliver Oken sat staring at his cereal bowl, hating the stupid little flakes floating around. He put his spoon down, then went and got a fork. Jabbing at the stupid little flakes was very amusing to him, and a smile started to creep upon his features. He jabbed them some more, then got up and left it for his mom to clean up. He was not feeling very helpful or happy at the moment. What he needed was a nice, long talk with his best friend in the world, Lilly Truscott. No, scratch that, she was the last person he needed to talk to right now. Oh, god, he was so confused. He stomped up to his room. His mind was not working, just sitting there, a lump of gross squishy stuff in between his ears, letting him do everything, and get even more confused.
Okay, you probably want to know what's going on, right? Well, here goes, Oliver Oken, a sixteen year old dude, just discovered he likes his best friend, Lilly Truscott, a fifteen year old dudette. When I say just found out, I mean, last night when he was staring at her while him, Miley and Lilly were sitting in the movie theaters, watching The Messengers. He also discovered it even more when she screamed and grabbed his arm, then screamed again, and hugged him. She had immediately let go, and blushed, but he had just sat there, smiling at her. She thought he was laughing at her, but he wasn't.
In his room, Oliver flopped on his bed. He was glad it was Saturday, but he hated the fact that it was Valentine's Day on Wednesday. He used to love this holiday, it had given him a chance to ask girls out, and have an excuse for it, too. But then, it had also been any random girl who he thought was hott, but now, he actually liked somebody! It was all so new to him, this feeling of sentiment and confusion, and liking somebody. What was worse, it was his best friend. His best friend that had been his best friend since kindergarten, who had held his hand for a box of crayons. A 64 pack with a sharpener in the back. God, what was he going to do?
He sat up, flopped back, then sat up again. He reached for his cell phone, put it down, picked it up, then put it down again, but still had his hand around it. He stood up, and tucked it into his pocket, and trotted downstairs. He was going to talk to Miley. Maybe she would understand, then again, maybe she would freak on him, oh well, he was just going to have to take that chance, wasn't he? He certainly couldn't talk to Lilly about it, she'd freak for sure, tell him he was a creep, to get out of her house, and never talk to her again. Sigh.
When he reached Miley's house, he knocked twice, then rang the doorbell. It was their code. "Coming Oliver," he heard from inside the house somewhere. He heard a scuffle, and cuss words exchanged, then Jackson opened the door. "Hey, Oken. Whatcha need?"
"I wanna talk to Miley."
"Too bad, she's not here."
"I can see her arm, Jackson. Move, I'm not in a good mood."
"Ohhhhh, I'm scared."
"Move."
"No."
Oliver shoved Jackson's chest, and he fell to the floor. Stepping over him, Oliver said, "Miley, I gotta talk to you."
"I see that." She said, looking at her brother lying on the floor, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Well, I told him to move, I said I wasn't in a good mood, didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"So, can we talk now? In private?"
"Uh, yeah. C'mon, my room." She jogged upstairs, and Oliver followed her.
When they got there, Miley closed and locked the door, then sat on her bed. "So, what's up?"
"I have to tell you something." Oliver said, still standing.
"Okay. You know, you can sit."
"I'd rather not. Okay, now listen, when I tell you, you gotta swear you won't freak. Your options of words are, 'Okay, that's cool' or 'Get out of my house you sick-o freak.' Okay? Got it?"
"Okaaaayyyy…" This had to be serious if Oliver was freaking out like this. "Shoot. I'm all ears."
"I'm going to say this only once, and it's only three words. Ready?"
Miley nodded. "Stop pacing for a second."
Oliver stopped.
"Okay, go ahead."
Oliver took a deep breath, stood there for a minute. Then blurted it all out in one breath, like one word. "IlikeLilly." He raised his arms, as if he was about to get slapped and winced a little.
Miley stared at him.
Oliver still just stood there like that, but after a few minutes, lowered his arms, and opened his tightly shut eyes. "Miley?"
"Uhh…O…O…kay. That's cool." She managed to stutter.
"Uh, Miley?"
She stood there for a few more seconds, just staring, then she squealed. "OHMIGOD!!! You have NOOO idea how long I have waited for this to happen!!!"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh mi god. No, I'm serious, you have nooooooooooo idea! I knew you guys liked each other, but know, I finally have a confession. Oh, this is soooo awesome, now, I just need to get Lilly to spill…"
Oliver stood, there, barely listening to his friend rant on and on and on and on about how awesome this was, but instead, he found himself thinking to himself, wait, just got to get her to spill. What does that mean? What does she mean by, waited so long? Oh shit, now I'm just even more confused. Oh well, now at least I know things are going to get better. Maybe.
"Oh, and-… Oliver? Are you listening to me?" Miley's voice snapped Oliver back into reality, and he stuttered out, "Oh.. whut? Uh.. yeah, sure."
"Liar. Now c'mon, take a seat." She pushed him into her computer chair and wheeled him towards her computer. She clicked it on, and logged into AIM. "You gotta pretend to be me, okay? Say anything you want, well actually no. Better plan, get up." Oliver stood. Miley sat. "Cool, now all you have to do, is read. Pull up a chair." Oliver pulled. He sat. "What's wrong? You seem weird."
"I just told you who I like, and you're… I dunno, you're doing something. What are you doing?"
"Just read what I type. Okay?"
"Uh, sure."
Miley's fingers flew across the keyboard, and she started to talk to Lilly. There was no beating around the bush either.
Milez: 'Sup. Lilly, I gotta ask you a question.
Lilliezrule: Yea, whut?
Milez: Who do you like?
Lilliezrule: Wow, you're direct.
Milez: Just answer the question.
Lilliezrule: You gotta promise not to tell anyone. Not even him, okay?
Milez: Okay, but I'm not guaranteeing anything.
Lilliezrule: Oh, fine. Here goes…. I like….
Milez: C'mon. Out with it!!
Lilliezrule: Oliver
Milez: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, I'm serious!!
Lilliezrule: I was just kidding.
Oliver's heart sank when he read that. Miley turned to him and mouthed 'I'm sorry.' He shrugged, then the computer bleeped.
Lilliezrule: actually, no I wasn't. You gotta come to my house. And hey, why were you freaking out?
Milez: Cuz he likes you 2!!
Lilliezrule: no way! Stop lying, Miles.
Milez: I'm totally serious.
Lilliezrule: whatever. Come over, no wait, I'll be there.
Milez: Hey, lilly. I gotta say something.
Lilliezrule: whut?
Milez: He's been reading this whole conversation.
The computer bleeped in reply, but Miley had already logged off, and shut off the computer. She turned to Oliver. "I hope you don't mind that I told her."
"Hey, it's fine."
I know, sucky way to end it, but new chapters will hopefully be coming soon. Review, please.