AN: Hey folks! I'm back for my second kiss, thank you all for reading (and reviewing) the first chapter, especially those of you who aren't fond of Niley. Y'all rock! So no slash in this chapter, although the boy is being a little horny, it's still solid T.
beliveinlove08: Thank you! I'm definitely gonna do the first pairing you mentioned, and maybe the second, do you really want that? I know, all of Jackson's friends seem to vanish into thin air, don't they? It's the same with Lilly and Oliver's friends/love interests. Whatever happened to Becca Weller and Matt Marshall?
Mackenzie: Kevin/Miley is definitely in my future plans, but who's Adam? Is he real life or is he from some other Disney fandom?
Kiss 2: Why Can't We Be Friends?
We were supposed to be ruining Jake's movie, Lilly and I. Well actually, Lola Luftnagle and Mike Standley the Third were. Lilly and Oliver were supposed to be at the skate park where Heather Truscott and Nancy Oken were picking them up at ten. Hannah's fabulous sidekicks, on the other hand, were supposed to be keeping Mikayla from 'stealing cuddle time from the penguin'. Whatever that means…Lilly said it was Miley-speak for keep the movie from filming, because she didn't want Jake and Miss Cupid-Had-A-Heart to be kissing. I so do not get chicks.
So while Lils kept Mr. Teen Bighead away from the Little Alien Vixen, I visited Kraft services. And they had Buffalo wings! They weren't the gross 'mild' kind either, but super amazing unbelievably hot ones that I looove. I thought about finding Lilly and feeding her too but I've seen the way that girl eats. And Smoken' Oken loves wings!
So I'm sitting there, with hot sauce dripping down my face, reaching for another wing when who should walk up but Mikayla herself. And I've heard Miley talk about her and how horrible she is and blah, blah, blah, but she left out one really important fact. Mikayla is freaking hot! I mean, I've seen her on Barty Bittman's show but she was wearing that weird red fedora. In real life she's got these big brown eyes and this pretty dark hair, and she kind of looks like some beach-y goddess. Only problem is, she saw the red gunk on my face, grabbed a banana and walked away, cackling wickedly. Now maybe it's because I spend way too much time with Lilly−who may be my bestest friend ever but is definitely pure evil−or maybe it's because I'm drawn to crazy, messed-up girls due to how damaged and idiotic I am (As everyone likes to point out) but something about it was really sexy.
And as I stand here, I decide to drop the wing, clean my face off, and go help Lilly destroy the movie−I mean Jake's already had her and Miley, does he really need yet another girl? When I find her she's in the wardrobe closet, holding a thick black sharpie.
"Watcha doing?" I ask innocently, like I wasn't just checking out Miley's mortal enemy.
"Destroying a girl," She wiggles her eyebrows and I lick my lips at how hot she is (told you I'm screwed up.
"How?" I ask, my voice wavering. I keep having inappropriate thoughts about girls I'm friends with lately, Lilly in particular. And Miley every once in a while…her annoying 'friend' Tracey. It's all those stupid teenage hormones…or maybe I'm just in love with all of them?
She pulls out a pretty yellow dress, very California girl. Very Miles actually. Lils would never voluntarily wear something that frilly. "So what?" I ask, rather stupidly still thinking of Mikayla and her sexy evilness. Maybe I should start taking my friends seriously when they call me a doughnut.
She sighs, annoys with me as always, and turns to the dress as she uncaps the marker. I try to read as she writes but after the letters QU she blocks my view. "What'd you write?" I ponder as she attempts to pull me out of the room.
"Oliver," She mutters under her breath when I don't budge. "I can hear her coming, now is not the time!" So she yanks my arm, and I go because she's pretty song and she's hurting me.
So we're out in the stage watching Jake rehearse his monologue, and Lilly's using me as a human shield−apparently Jake's met Lola before−and then she walks out. I see the front of her dress, spaghetti-strapped and enough cleavage to make me stare without being slutty, the gauzy butter-colored material hitting just above her knees. I'm entranced by her, and I think maybe we're meant to be maybe…and then I see the back of it. "Oh no," I mumble.
Lilly snickers, meeting my gaze. "Oh yes," She counters.
I give her my best disappointed look but guilting people has been always been her strong suit, not mine. "Don't you think it's a little mean?"
She glares at me, "Last time Lola and Hannah met her, she threw her Shirley Temple straight into the chest of my shirt and then told me that least it matched my hair now." Like I said, Lilly's good with the guilt.
Despite this, I give her 'you know we're better than this' look and walk over to Mikayla, my legs shaking like jelly. I'm really not good at defying Lilly. I haven't been since she held my hand and demanded I give her my Mac-and-Cheese colored crayon in preschool. And it is way too late to regain the control in our friendship now. "Hi," I mumble nervously and I can practically hear Lilly thinking 'That boy is such a doughnut'.
She smiles, "You missed some hot sauce." And she starts to walk towards where Jake is rehearsing.
"I…um…gotta tell you something," I stutter. Smooth Oken…Standley. This girl is a pop star…well, so is Miley, but that's different. She's also a nobody who once got lucky enough to go out with Jake Ryan.
Her face starts looking panicked, and she laughs awkwardly before pausing. Then finally she asks, "You're not in love with me, are you?"
I snort and make some stupid spastic hand gesture. "No," I laugh. At least not yet… And she sighs in relief.
"So what is it, Sauce Boy?" I smile slightly. Nicknames are a sign of affection. Fuzzily the word doughnut sounds in the back of my mind.
"You see…" I begin, then look up and meet her brilliant brown eyes. "My friend," I look back at Lilly in her purple Lola wig and her baby blue bandage dress with the black-and-white striped shirt under it, "Wrote something on the back of you dress."
She immediately begins tugging on at the straps of the sundress, and when it becomes obvious to her that she'll never be able to see it without taking it off, she turns to me, "What does it say?" She demands, holding onto the front of my shirt violently in a ball of fabric.
I lean down and whisper, "Quit bitch," in her ear.
She yelps, looking up at me helplessly. "Give me your sweatshirt!" She orders, and I hand over the black hoodie. I hope she gives it back. Hannah's stage manager, Dougy got it for me while they were in New York. He picked it up 'especially for Mikizzle', as he put it.
She wraps it around her body, and I'm reminded of the time Lilly and I both tried to fit in it. We both got one arm in, and then fell backwards laughing...she shoots daggers at the aforementioned girl and hisses, "Tell your little girlfriend that…"
Girlfriend? Lilly? No. Just no. Not unless she's willing to fulfill that dream I had last weekend…No Oliver! Bad! I was supposed to remove that dream from my memory. Oh god, Mikayla's still rambling about what a bitch Lils is and I realize I should probably correct her. "Li-Lola's not my girlfriend," I interject, unsure if it's still relevant to the conversation.
She stops, grinning in a way that sends chills down my spine. "She's not?" She bats her pretty dark lashes at me. I feel her hand on my arm, "Why wouldn't she want to date you?" The look she gives me is so adoring. I've never gotten a look like that, the kind Miley gives every other guy on the beach and magnifies about a hundred times for Jake. The kind Lilly gave to Jake, then Lucas, then Matt… "I mean, you're so cute…" I blush, and she leans in. One of her hands on each of my cheeks. Her full lips are on mine now, and I kiss her back with all I've got…but nothing. There's no spark, and her lips taste like coconut, and I've always hated coconut. So I pull away.
"Oliver!" I hear a squeak behind me as Lilly blows my cover, it won't matter. Mikayla won't remember my name in an hour and Jake probably already figured it out. I turn to face her, lips quivering and tears in her crystal blue eyes. She locks them with mine for a second and then twirls around. She runs, and I can hear her choky sobs echo down the hallway as she makes a break for the door. Now I'm alright with Miley crying or my sister screaming into her pillow, but I have never been able to stomach Lilly's tears. Not since we were six and she got stuck at the top of the Crow's Nest, not having figured out previously she was afraid of heights. She was so scared to slide down the Fireman's pole that she bawled, and after I couldn't make her stop, I did too.
I look at Mikayla, who's still smiling her stupid manic smile. Except now it doesn't turn me on, it makes me want to hit a girl. She looks at me, a disgusting twinkle in her ugly muddy brown eyes, "Not your girlfriend, huh?" She cackles. "Too bad I had to kiss you though, that beard is really disgusting." I'm really glad it's made out of armpit hair now.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout, resisting the urge to shove her into the wall only because there's crazy security in here. "That girl is twice the person you'll ever be! She smarter than you are, she's funnier than you are, and she's definitely prettier than you!" I start to storm out, but then I think of something, "I hope you freeze to death in Antarctica, whore!" I add before attempting to chase after her.
On my way out I hear Jake's voice, "What's wrong with you? Why did you do that to Li-Lola? I can't work with you!" Looks like we accomplished what Miley wanted after all. I push open the emergency exit to the parking lot, and I spot Lilly shivering by the chain-link fence and wish I had my sweatshirt to give her.
AN: I know this more Lilly/Oliver (Lola/Mike) than Mikayla/Oliver (Mikayla/Mike) but I gave you a kiss which is all I promised, and it kinda just happened while I tried to destroy the movie. And that was my real goal for this chapter. I'd like to hear your opinion, too much Loliver? Not enough Jake? Too much Mikayla? Which is her name and also the name of a ship for her and Mike, 'cause his name starts with the same first three letters. I'm such a dork, so go ahead and ruin it for me, tell me it Mikaylike or something. And give me other couple names for Hannah, Lola, Mike, and everyone else besides Mikola and Jacksannah. The winner gets their name used in a story, and a special cookie!
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