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A/N: Hello all! This is my very first FanFic ever. Please review and I don't call insults flames, simply constrictive criticism. This is a oneshot, and there possibly might be more if I get enough positive feedback from people.
I sat on my bed, and watched as the sun rose over the eastern horizon. There was a streak of orange that glowed. It slowly moved more into the sky, illuminating the city of Malibu with light.
The warmth of the sun came though the window, and felt warm against my face. I had been up since around 5:30 AM. Why you ask? It's because I can't stop thing about her, and no matter how weird it sounds to be thinking of my best friend in such a manner; I honestly don't care. I care about her just too much to think about what other people say.
Her face posed as a mental image in my mind that I never wanted to leave. Her brunette curls falling over her delicate shoulders, and her beautiful light blue eyes that glimmered brightly even in the darkest and worst of times. How her angelic facial features were so soft, and yet she looked so strong. How her name kept on ringing in my head like a broken record. But I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want Miley's name to escape my mind.
If only she had the same feelings towards me as I had for her. If only she knew that I adored her, and wanted to hold her. If only I, Oliver Oscar Oken, could be with her. But then again, that could ruin things between us. It could ruin our friendship. It would determine if we were ever to be friends again, simply acquaintances or possibly even something more than that.
The alarm clock next to me sounded, and the beeping interrupted my thoughts. I pushed the off button on it, and got off the bed. Slowly, I went over to the closet, and picked out a pair of shorts, and a polo with a t-shirt overlapping it. I went to the bathroom to finish my morning ritual, and stepped down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Hey Ollie, want some breakfast?" asked my mom. She stood tapping her fingers on the top of the island countertop. I rolled my eyes.
"Mom, please don't call me that anymore; I'm not six, and no. I'm not hungry." Did those words really just come out of my mouth? Maybe something was wrong with me.
"Honey, are you okay? I've never heard that you weren't hungry before." She felt my forehead with the back of her hand, which I might add was for some reason frigid cold. Perhaps it was from washing dishes with cold water?
"Yes mom, I'm fine. Can I go now?" I whined. I really didn't feel like being interrogated at the moment. She eyed me suspiciously.
"Fine." She said while nodding.
"Thank you!" I said while throwing my arms up into the air. I grabbed my backpack from the dinner chair, and flung it over my shoulder. I headed out the door, and out to the warm Malibu air.
While walking, I looked up from the ground and at the stop sign where the bus stop was. My heart skipped when I saw her there. She looked my way, and waved with that smile, that could make any day less of a melancholy, placed on her beautiful face. I shook out my thoughts.
"Hey Miley, sup?" I greeted her.
"Nothing much. How about you?" She asked. Her smile was still on her face. I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. It felt as though I was lost in them. I snapped back into reality when she started waving her hand in my face.
"Oh, uh. Same thing. Nothing much." I answered quickly. Nice save stupid.
"Hey Oliver? I need to talk to you about something." She looked at me intently. What was she going to ask? Were my insanely hormonal dreams coming true?
"Yea Miles?" My eyes were slightly wide with anticipation waiting to see what she would ask. Perhaps my face looked a little too eager, for she showed a slightly awkward expression.
"OH MY GOD! Look a UFO!" She pointed in the direction behind me.
"What!?" I turned around.
"Tag, you're it!" She pushed me lightly on the shoulder, and ran off through the front yard of some anonymous person. I turned my head back in her direction, and chased after her.
"Oh, no you didn't Little Miss Tricky!" I shouted after her, and ran until I was at arms length from her. I ran a little faster, and tripped on something on the floor. I ended up knocking her don onto the lawn, and we tumbled through the grass until friction caused us to stop. I ended being only a few inches away from her.
"Oh, sorry Miley. Really." I put both of my hands on the floor, and pushed myself off the ground, and up to my feet. Once I was up, I extended my hand to offer to help her up.
"Thanks." She reached up and grabbed my hand. It felt as though time had stopped. Her hand felt soft and supple against my rough hands. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. There was an awkward silence. She let go of my hand.
"Yea. I mean, you're welcome. It's the least I can do; after all I kinda made you fall in the first place." I dusted my hands off on the side of my hands, and picked up my backpack from the ground just as the bus pulled up. Miley let out her ever wonderful laugh.
"We're like the weirdest friends ever." She chuckled.
"Yea. Only friends." I murmured.
"What was that Oliver?" She asked while stepping onto the bus. I shook my hair.
"Nothing Miley. It's nothing." So that's all we're ever going to be. Friends…
A/N: Okay people, that was my first oneshot or FanFic ever. Please review, and tell me what you thought about it!