Hey, I've decided to continue this. It's a bit different to the preview at the moment, but stay with me. lol. I'll get there. Please review :) Oh, and I'm sorry that it's really short.
"Lilly, stop being such a sulk. Cheer up for goodness sake!" Miley moaned at me. To be honest, I wasn't really listening.
"Lils, what's up?" Oliver asked.
We were sitting in our school cafeteria, the three of us, at one square table in the center of the room. Around us, was the jungle mayhem they call High School. Everyone had their own lives and their own problems. All around the hall, people sat with their 'groups', all minding their own business. I looked across the table to my little 'group'. Miley Stewart and Oliver Oken. They both had one arm stretched across the table and were holding hands with each other. That was my problem.
"Lilly...?" Oliver repeated. I realised I was staring at their hands.
"Sorry, Yeah, I'm fine," I tried my best to smile.
"Lilly, you really need to cheer up, seriously," Miley said once again.
"I know, my mind has just been miles away recently."
"Yeah, we know."
This wasn't the only time I had been moaned at for not paying attention.
"Lilly, that is it. We are sitting down, and you are telling me what is wrong with you," Miley said, taking my wrist and dragging me towards the water. Oliver trailed behind her. We sat down on the sand, a meter or so away from the sparkling blue sea.
"I'm fine Miles," I sighed, not sounding too convincing.
"Lilly, I've known you long enough to know that isn't true."
"Ok, ok," I paused and looked around, desperately trying to find an excuse to why I had been acting weird. I noticed Oliver holding Miley's hand, once again. "I, I'm feeling lonely."
"Aww Lilly," Miley hugged me with the hand she had available, "we'll get you a boyfriend."
"-No. It's fine. I'll find someone myself."
"But I'd be happier if I helped."
"No, Miley. Just leave it, please."
After ten minutes or so, Miley declared she had to leave for a 'Hannah' thing. She asked if either Mike or Lola felt like joining her, but Oliver and I both said no.
Miley stood up, "Lilly, I'm glad you told me the truth. You know, I knew something was wrong. I guess I've known you too long." She giggled to herself, gave Oliver a kiss on the cheek and left, leaving just Oliver and I.
Oliver turned to me, "And I've known you long enough to know it wasn't true."
He was right, it wasn't true. Well, it sort of was, but wasn't.
"What's wrong Lils?" his soft voice asked.
I looked forward. The sun was slowly disappearing, leaving an orange-y, yellow glow. It was a perfect scene.
"Lilly?"
I turned my attention to Oliver. My problem was that I was jealous of Miley. Why? I didn't know. I didn't love Oliver as anything more than a best friend. Ok, I had always had a crush on him, but nothing too major.
"Like I said, I'm lonely."
He didn't reply. I looked back to the sunset in front of me. It really was beautiful. I was lost in a dream, when I felt a hand beneath my chin and turning my head. Before I knew it, Oliver's lips were touching mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. In my head, I saw Miley getting ready for her concert and began to feel bad. I guessed Oliver felt this too, as he stopped and moved back.
Nothing was said, but we stared into each other's eyes. His were so beautiful. At that moment, I realised my 'crush' on him, had grew, only a little.
"I won't tell Miley," I murmured.
"I don't care," he whispered, before getting up and walking away.
I stayed still. What just happened? Does he like me now? What about Miley? He kissed me! He kissed me! I got up and practically skipped the whole way home. I was so happy, I couldn't believe it. To be honest, I stopped caring about Miley. This could be the start of Oliver and I, at last!
But I was wrong. Oliver didn't drop Miley for me. He continued living as if nothing happened.
"Lilly?" Miley sighed, "you're in your day dream again. Wake up! I'm sick of this. You need to sort yourself out, seriously. Come on Oliver."
Miley took Oliver's hand and lead him away, leaving me standing on my own, the next day in the cafeteria at lunch. I watched as they walked to their next class. The worse part was, Oliver hadn't even bothered to turn around to see me. He just kept walking. How could I possibly still have a 'crush' on him after that?! I didn't. Ok, I did. Well, maybe just a little.
