It is science and i'm watching Miley Stewart. In actual fact I am watching her head. She tilts 10 degrees and turns it towards the left, her forehead crinkles as she studies the clock (which I swear is ticking 10 times slower then it should), she sunlight catches her deep brown locks and turns into the most beautiful shade. Her head faces down agian at the paper infront of her, her hand writes and loopy head writting follows her 'i's' are dotted with a round circle which I've been told means the person is a creative and postive indivual - in Mileys case this is true.I am transfixed by her writing, I am suppose to be answering questions on the life cycle of a rock.
I think I may have a crush on Miley Stewart.
This may be promlematic. For one reason she is my best friend, thus meaning our beautiful friendship could be spoilt forever if I tell her I like her in that way and she does not feel the same. Also I would feel like a right berk if she turned around and went 'Oliver, we are just friends,' after I tell her my dramtic conffesion. Also my other best friend Lilly Truscott would feel left out. I care deeply about Lillys' feelings because she is my oldest friend - old meaning know for longest not age wise, I am infact 2 mounths and 3 days older then her.
The bell rings, the clock is slow just as I suspected. I manged to write 'When mummy rock and daddy rock love each other very much,'. I have the shocking feeling I may fail science. Failure is something I am use to. I realise the bell went sometime ago and there is only a few people left in the classroom. A few meaning; Lilly, Miley, teacher lady and myself.
"How hard was that ?" Lilly jumped on my desk and perched facing inwards sitting on my test
"Extremly," Miley sighed walking towards my desk,
"Uhuh," I nod and gulp hopeing my checks don't blush. Lilly stares at me in a questioning way, I stare back in a no-need-to-question-me way.
"You three, scoot out my class room, Oken where's your test ?" Miss Kunkle stared at me somewhat evily
"Underneth Lillians errrm," I needed to rack my brain for a poilet way of saying it, "yeah errm just underneth her," I pointed
"Lillian up and away," Lilly jumped off the desk, showing my test, "aha," Miss Kunkle grabbed it and walked to the fron, I moreorless ran out the room.
You never quite realise how big the school is until the hallways are empty, if we were in a western movie there would be a twine ball thing running also don't quite realise how stunningly beautiful a person is till you are stood next to them with no distrcations. Mileys face glows with a healthy tan, a slight smudge of peach lines along her ear were she hasn't quite rubbed in her foundation properly. Her cheeks glow a rosey pink and which becomes a shade darker when she smiles her beautiful smile shows her theeth, pearly white not a single imperefection in my eys but in hers they are her downfall she thinks they are large, i think they make her even more beautiful.A row of missable freckles play on her small nose that you'd miss if you hadn't looked at her. I should stop looking at her.
Lilly jabs my ribs and giggles at me, she does that often giggle at me although she does jab my often and painfully, Lilly has come into her own recently and by that I mean she has accepted herself in her own skin. Lilly is a tomboy but a girly tomboy, in my head this does not make much sence but in reality it does. Lilly today has let her hair down with a small aray of clips dotted about in a complex pattern, she wore a denim skirt which showed her newly bruised knee from a skateboard fall, she currently wore a jumper with 'LILLY" in big letters and 'Seaview Skaters" underneth in smaller writting. The jumper was baggy agiasnt her skinny frame but she suited it well and it made her look comfortable and needing like you must give her a hug immediatly.
"Ugh," A puff of air leaved Lillys lungs, as I squeezed her as hard as I could, for the reason above and also it ment Miley pouts and says she wants a hug too, 1 2 3.
"Where's my hug ?" Miley lifted her arms and pouted her full lips
"Errrm I think I left it in my locker," I sya jockingly wandering backwards, her jaw dropped in a exgeratted style
"Just joshing, come here" I say while she runs into my open arms, jumping into me with her legs around me waistand her arms clung to my neck. I tightly hold her hips trying not to make my hands wander. Miley let out a gut laugh, lighting up her face.
"I've always wanted to do that, sorry." Miley said letting her arms loose and seeing how far she could lean backwards, I could feel her arms tempting to let go.
"Do it trust me," I held her hips closer to my belly, she let go and leant back.
I think I have a crush on Miley Stewart.