'Love should not come with such quick intensity.' She thought. 'It should flow with tenderness and gentle feelings. It should not stab like a sword, striking without warning, without mercy...But things aren't always what they should be...'

"You're staring again"

Miley jolted out of her thoughts. She was staring again.

Ever since she found out who it was she dreamt of, she couldn't stop staring at him.

At Oliver.

Which was lowly making it harder to be around him without doing something stupid.

Like tripping over her own feet...She'd done that enough over the past week since the dream.

"I wasn't staring" Miley replied, looking up at the familiar face of her best friend.

"Yeah, right." Said Lilly. "You so like Oliver. Why don't you tell him? I'm sure he'll feel the same way."

"I don't like Oliver."

"Then why do you keep staring at him?"

I'm not staring. I'm...thinking. When my mind wanders, so do my eyes." Miley said, trying to cover.

"Yeah, right!"

"Really! I don't-" Miley cut herself off as Oliver came to the lunch table.

"Don't what?" He said, starting to shovel spaghetti into his mouth as Lilly got up to get chips.

'How can one love what one does not understand?'

"Don't...uh...don't like...Jake...anymore...yeah, I'm so over him." Miley said, cursing herself Why can't I tell him?

"That's cool, he was a jerk. He doesn't deserve someone as wonderful as you" Oliver stopped. He looked up as he slowly realized what he had said. "Uh...I mean..." He looked back down and shoveled more spaghetti into his mouth, making himself unable to say anything stupid.

"Uh..." Lilly started, coming back to the table. "Okay...sensing some...tension..." She smacked Oliver. "What did you do?"

"OW! Nothing! I'm just eating my spaghetti!"