Dance, Ollie, Dance!

Third Person POV

When Miley, Lilly, and Oliver neared the beach, they heard and saw a huge commotion. There was a large stage set up near Rico's. The sign at the top of it said, Malibu Dance Competition! and there was a huge crowd surrounding the stage, almost like a concert. The threesome squeezed their way through the crowd over to Rico's Surf Shop. Rico and two other guys they didn't know were swamped with work.

Rico saw them and shouted above the commotion, "This is our busiest day ever! But the money is rollin' in!!" He then took a hundred dollar bill and rubbed it against his face.

"Okay then," shouted Oliver, and Lilly laughed.

Miley pointed in the direction of Rico's. "He is H-O-T, HOT!" She, was of course, talking about the cute worker guy.

"Yeah, I know. Even though he's a little younger than us, he is still hot," said Lilly dreamily.

"Huh? Lilly, you gotta be crazy. He looks, like, at least two years older than us!"

Lilly blushed furiously. "Oh. Yeah, you're right. Psh, I mean really!" It seemed clear to Miley that Lilly wasn't talking about the cute worker guy.

But Miley decided to play along. "Okay.." They then dragged Oliver, who was trying his "Smokin' Oken" act on a blonde girl who looked annoyed. "Are you that desperate?"

Oliver didn't answer. Or have a chance to. Then a loudspeaker orn the beach came on. "ALL LAST MINUTE SIGN-UPS FOR THE DANCE COMPETITION, PLEASE COME TO THE SIGN IN TABLE AT THIS TIME! THE CONTEST STARTS IN ONE HOUR!"

Miley looked at Lilly, and they both looked at Oliver and started busting out laughing.

"What?? I still don't get it!" Oliver said, but the girls just cracked up even more.

Oliver's POV

On the contary, I knew exactly what Miley and Lilly were laughing about. They thought that I couldn't dance. or I would look funny dancing. Actually, but nobody knows this except me, I can dance pretty good. My mom made me take lessons when I was a kid, so not my fault. Maybe... maybe today I should show them that I'm not a doughnut! I'm not!! I'M NOT!!! Okay, sorry, a bit dramatic there... I'm like, SUCH a drama king! (A/N; So sorry, I just had to add that little gayish thing xDD) And then maybe... Miley will finally like me. As more than a friend. Yeah, I do like Miley in that way. She's pretty much my perfect girl: smart, funny, sweet, et cetera. Oh no, did I really say that out loud?! Oh yeah, this is my mind...

I turned to face them and clamped one hand over each of their mouths. "If you think I'm so funny, I'll go sign up. How about that?" I turned and walked away, a bit angry. I mean, I have the right to be angry, my two best friends making fun of me! They'll see when I preform my dance. Uhh, it'll be freestyle, seeing as I haven't practiced a routine. Not that, I do regularly, or anything...

As I walked toward the sign up table, I glanced back and noticed that Miley and Lilly were staring after me with their mouths wide open. I flashed them a cool smile and finished my journey to the table.

Oh great. Guess who ran the sign up table? None other than Amber and Ashley. Greeeaaattt. Wonderful. Superb.

I walked up there and said, loud and clear, "I'd like to sign up, please."

"What?" Ashley asked.

"Oken, are you serious?" Amber said.

"Yes, I'm serious, now just sign be up," I said.

"Fine, whatever. This'll be fun," Amber said and grinned maliciously.

"Okayy," I replied. Those two really creeped me out.

I walked over to a bench to sit down and relax. Before I knew it, I was falling asleep...

Around fourty-five minutes later, I was awakened by the sound of the loudspeaker. "NOW WE WILL START THE AUDITIONS OF THE COMPETITION!"

After about twenty dancers, only one of which would be actual competition, it was my turn. "OLIVER OKEN TO THE STAGE."

I walked up the makeshift stage, nervous of what would happen. I'm regretting this so much now. I got to the center of the stage, and looked out to the crowd. I saw Miley and Lilly, looking at me. I could tell in their faces that they were trying not to laugh. Others, however, were laughing very loudly. I ignored them the best I could.

I took a deep breath, exhaled, and started dancing.

A/N; Oh no, cliffie! Will Oliver be a bad dancer, despite what he said??! Or will he blow the crowd away??! Nobody knows except me. Hehe, I love torturing you guys. xDD R&R pleasee!