This is a Liley (Miley/Lilly) fanfiction, which means femslash. Click the back arrow if you don't agree with the pairing. Remember, I'm not making you read this. It's your own choice if you do. So, don't get mad at me for the pairing when I have clearly warned you.
This is short. I'm sorry. Still, here you go.
Dislaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or the characters. They belong to Disney. I am not making any profit off of this story. It was written purely for entertainment.
No. Not Oliver.
The moonlight bather the cold sand on the edge of the water. It created a very peaceful effect on me that I couldn't describe. The view was perfect for quiet thinking. My skateboard sat next to me in the sand, my right hand resting on it's rough surface. My left hand rested on my red helmet that sat in my lap.
I sat there, watching the waves roll slowly, thinking of my best frined. I had realized several months prior that I was in love with her. The thought had surprised me, because I hadn't even realized that I liked girls, let alone Miley, until that day. Still, even as I tested myself to make sure I was correct, I only had eyes for Miley. Smiling, I thought of how the song, "There She Goes," fit this moment perfectly. Laughing quietly as I thought of the song, I didn't hear the quiet sloshing of the sand as someone walked towards me.
As engulfed in trying to remember all of the lyrics to the song as I was, I didn't notice until she spoke that the very person I had been thinking about was sitting next to me. I didn't really want to talk to her at the moment, not trusting myself, but the last thing that I wanted to do was hurt her, so I listened quietly, not looking up at her.
"Hey, you," Miley said.
"Hey, Miles." I answered mechanically, no emotion in my voice as I continued to stare into the ocean.
"What's wrong?" Leave it to Miley to know me like the back of her hand.
"Nothing. Just thinking." Short and to the point. Hopefully no more questions.
"Oh, well, I just saw you sitting out here and thought that you could maybe use some company." she said, putting her arm around my shoulders, which I savored.
"Thanks." My voice was quiet.
"Hey, Miley?" I asked, an idea popping into my head.
"Yes?" she answered.
"I have a question for you." My voice was curious. Hopefully she would notice.
"And that is?"
"What would you do if you were in love, but didn't want to tell the person because there was a huge possibility that they wouldn't feel the same and would push you away, ruining a great friendship that the two of you shared?" I asked quickly in one breath.
Miley paused, thinking hard. "I'd tell them anyway," Came her answer. "If it ruins your friendship because they're too stubborn to ignore it--that is, if they don't feel the same--maybe they weren't that great of a friend in the first place." Miley? Not a good friend? Never.
"Oh." I muttered.
"So?" Miley said. I could hear her smiling.
"You're in love with Oliver?" she asked, putting her other arm around me in a tight hug.
As much as I enjoyed her hug, I couldn't help but wonder how she could think that I liked Oliver after all of the hints I had dropped.
"No. Not Oliver." I answered, hugging her back.
R & R, please.