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A/N: Done as a challenge on the Moliver boards. :) Enjoy. :D


T-Shirt Messages

"Oh real subtle. Baking her a cake? Pathethic," Oliver spat. I was about to open my mouth to say something, but he cut me off, extracting something from his back pocket. "Hey Miley," he grinned, his tone softening. "I made you a shirt," he said, looking at me expectantly.

I raised my eyebrows.

It was a simple shirt, that said 'Best Friends Forever,' and to think that said shirt was what got me started.

It got me thinking; about how I was in love with my 'Best friend forever'.

-

It was just a bribe actually - Maybe he wouldn't have done it if he didn't want to go to the tennis game.

I scoffed, throwing the flower I was ripping apart over my shoulder.

I hadn't done something like this since Jake, so this was definitely saying something.

I could hear my dad, whispering to somebody on the phone - Probably talking about how I needed psychological help.

"He loves me not, he loves me not, he loves me not." I let out a groan of frustration, as I ripped the rest of the petals out in my agony. "And he absolutely doesn't love me - because I'm his freaking 'BFF'," I whined to myself. I was about to pick up another rose when the door opened, and I heard the sound of a skateboard. I looked up semi-eagerly, only to see Lilly looking at me worriedly.

"Miley? Are you okay?"

I wailed, throwing a petal lamely in her general direction.

"I take that as a no. Your father called." She sat next to me, gently picking petals out of my hair. "Still hung up on Oliver?" she asked knowingly. She knew - Of course she knew - I still remember freaking out about it to her.

"He only thinks of me as his best friend!" I grabbed petals angrily. "His best friend," I stressed.

"So?"

"'So?'!" I grabbed her arm. "Lilly - I'm in the zone! The best friend zone! The zone of no-return!"

"... You don't know that."

"He probably thinks of me like a sister," I mumbled.

"No. He thinks of me like a sister - You.." She trailed off, and I took that to be a bad pause.

"See? You don't even know what he thinks of me!"

"Miley. I seriously think you're overreacting. Look - I've known Oliver for a long time - I can read him quite well - I can tell what he thinks of you is.. Indescribable."

I blushed, rolling my eyes. "You don't know that."

"I do know that." She thought about something, then chuckled. "Oh - You remember the t-shirt?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Why yes Lilly, how could I forget?"

She smiled apologetically, before continuing, a wide grin coming across her face. "Well - After that - You stood up or something, and told us both off, and," -cough- "I could have sworn he was checking you out."

"Wh-what?!"

She nodded. "Last time I checked, brothers don't check their sisters out." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "That would be gross."

I relished in this new bit of information. "Really?"

"Yes Miley, really."

"But--"

"No buts," she said sternly. "Now, I have to go - But you sit here and think about this."

And I spent the rest of the day in a pondering silence, my mind still reeling.

Yet, I still sighed, and went back to destroying my flowers.

"He loves me not, he loves me not, he loves me not..."

Later that evening, I woke up suddenly - looking around, half-asleep. I had no idea what woke me up, but using my ears, I derived it to be a rapping on the door. My eyes flew to the door.

"Oh my gosh," I muttered.

Of all people - It had to be Oliver.

Oliver Oken - Standing there, just outside my door.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to yank the door open and kiss him, or yank the door open and grab him, asking him why he couldn't love me.

But you're not sure of that, said a voice in my head.

I rolled my eyes, getting off the couch, not bothering to clean myself up, petals falling off my lap.

But for his sake, I ran a hand through my hair to straighten it a little.

"Hello Oliver."

"Miles."

"Would.. Would you like to come in?"

"Sure."

I was nervous.

Why was everything so awkward?

My eyes widened.

Lilly.

Curse that skater girl.

"So... What's up?"

"I dunno," he was looking around the living room, with a strange expression on his face. "What happened?" he asked, gesturing to the mauled flowers.

I opened my mouth to say 'Nothing', but what came out was, "You."

If it was awkward before, I didn't want to know what it was now.

"Uh - What I meant was--"

"--I heard you weren't feeling well."

"I -- What?" I gave him the once-over - Was he serious? Well, bless him for attempting a topic change.

"I heard you weren't feeling well, and I thought I'd cheer you up." He extracted something from his back pocket, and a sense of deja vu came over me.

A t-shirt.

"Oh no," I muttered.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing, please continue," I smiled forcibly.

"Look - I dunno - I'm never good a putting my feelings on display - But this is one way of doing it," he mumbled. I barely heard him, but I did anyways, and I could feel my heart pounding.

"Okay," I said, as nonchalantly as possible.

"Here." He handed me a cream yellow shirt, quite like the first one he made. I unfolded it carefully, and on it was picture of the two of us, hugging (I had no idea how he got a picture like that), and underneath, rather than 'Best Friends Forever', it said, 'I love you.'

It took me a while to comprehend what it actually said, and I when I did, I didn't want to believe it.

I managed to croak out, "As a sister?"

He looked a little disappointed. "No - As a -- Well - Definitely more than a sister - I just - Look - Lilly told me--"

I cut him off. "--Lilly told you to come here to say that just to comfort me? If so - It's okay --"

"--No!" He sounded frustrated. "Look. She told me that you thought I like you as a friend."

"But you do," I pointed out.

"No! It--" He sighed, and took two steps towards me, putting his hands on my face, which shocked me, then before I could splutter, his lips were over mine, gently caressing them with such tenderness I'd never thought he'd be capable of.

He pulled back looking sheepish, while I was still breathing haggardly.

"I'm sorry - Just thought I'd show you--"

"--Just shut up for a sec. Let me see something--" I pulled him back down to kiss me, and the t-shirt fell discarded to the floor, as my arms flew around his neck.

The words 'Best Friends Forever' floated out of my mind, as new words settled themselves in.

I pulled back grinning, the first real smile I've smiled in a while.

He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Alright - L-like I was trying to s-say," he said breathlessly. "I don't like you as a friend. I love you as so much more."

"Good. Me too," I mumbled against his lips.

He hugged me close, as I pulled back, and leaned my head against his chest.

"Forever."


:) Yay! Wasn't that yummy? :) Well.. Not 'yummy' per-say, but you get the gidst. :)