Shortest and most pointless fic I've ever written. The dang plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. Hopefully it's rated appropriately...

So, um, enjoy.

Apologies to Dear Stupid fans… the last chapter is giving me difficulties…

Disclaimer: Yeaaaaaaaaaah—no.

Something to Do
by Broken Oken

Oliver opened the refrigerator for the fifth time, glancing back at the brown-haired girl sitting at the counter next to him. She was watching his every move, looking both annoyed and curious at the same time.

"Oliver," the girl said suddenly. "No matter how many times you look, it's not going to change. We have nothing to eat right now. You hear me? Nuth-a-thing." She broke the word into three syllables. "Kinda like what's in your brain. Nuth-a-thing."

He closed the door with a glare. "Have you been taking abuse lessons from Lilly or something? What's taking her so long anyways…"

She left the last question unanswered. "No, I haven't been taking lessons from Lilly. I was just stating a fact."

Oliver smiled cockily. "You mean like how you secretly want me?"

She pretended to gag.

"There's no use in hiding your feelings anymore, Miley," he said and pulled open the refrigerator again. "Everyone wants me."

She proceeded with more gagging noises. "Whatever. Why do you keep doing that?"

He blinked, closed the door, and opened it again. "You mean that?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, I'm bored." And then he shut it again.

"So instead of talking to me, you are repeatedly opening the fridge for a cure?"

"Yep."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course you are…"

He raised a hand to grab the refrigerator's handle for an eighth time when another hand landed on top of his. He turned his head to see his blocker standing next to him with a glare similar to his own.

"No," Miley said simply as soon as he'd looked at her.

Oliver shrugged and tried opening the door anyways, but Miley struggled against him, causing him to flinch, and her elbow jarred into his abdomen.

"Ouch! Miley!"

"You are not opening this refrigerator!"

"Yes I am!"

"Oh, no you're not!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"OLIVER!" Miley yelled in outrage as he shoved her away to the left. Just as he was about to reopen the door, she jumped back in to wedge herself between Oliver and the refrigerator. This time, however, she ignored the handle idea completely and pressed her back and all her weight against the door to keep him from opening it.

Oliver clenched his eyes into a harder glare, though he had to admit it was more difficult to do when he noticed that their bodies were practically on top of each other.

"Miley!" he growled. "Move!"

"Why? You already know what's in there!"

"So? I wanna look again!"

"Why?"

"'Cause it's something to do!"

Miley snorted. "Excuse me, I'm something to do!"

Oliver blinked in confusion at the words, and Miley's face flared up in realization of what she had said. But then Oliver smirked, advancing his nose to a more dangerous level of proximity to Miley's.

"Well, in that case—"

"ACK!"

With her face burning a vibrant shade of red, Miley's legs buckled from beneath her and she fell with a thud in front of Oliver's shoes.

"SCORE!" Oliver cheered happily from above her, and he reached a hand forward to reopen the refrigerator.

Miley crossed her arms from where she now sat on the tiled floor, muttering to herself as she watched the boy eye the fridge's shelves for the hundredth time.

"There's no use in hiding your feelings anymore, Miley…"

Haha, that wasn't even a well-written oneshot or good or anything. Oh well. Hopefully someone out there likes it. Review?