The sun is shining on my face, blinding me even through my closed eyelids. I turn around and reach for my sunglasses, only to realize that there is a major road block between me and my glasses… a fast asleep, softly snoring Oliver. I reach over him trying not to touch him or wake him up. I must have looked pretty goofy because Miley was giggling from her spot on the other side of me. While I was reaching I couldn't help but look at Oliver. He had an amazing chest, tan and muscular, but still not a single chest hair (much to Oliver's dismay). He was wearing red trunks that looked great on his tan skin. Part of his hair was falling over the edge of his beach towel and had collected quite a bit of sand. I suddenly felt like brushing it away, but of course I resisted. I wished his eyes were open so I could see them, they were my favorite part of- hey!

I suddenly felt two hands on my ass and through the power of deduction I knew they were Miley's. Before I knew it I was falling forward from Miley's push…right on top of Oliver. His eyes sprang open(well, at least I got my wish) and were instantly wide in shock. I was sprawled across him and Miley was laughing hysterically. Oliver didn't seem to mind, he knew I would explain later, so instead of questioning me there he took the opportunity to tickle the life out of me. Soon Oliver stopped tickling me and I collapsed beside him in the sand. We were really close, and Oliver's hand was still resting very lightly on my side, ready to tickle me again.

"So what was that all about Truscott? Have a sudden urge to jump all over me?" Oliver said with a smirk and a soft chuckle.

I wanted to answer him, I really did, but it's a little hard to make words come out of your mouth when you can't breathe because the boy you're in love with is currently resting his hand on your side. Even worse, we were so close that I could feel his breath on her face. It smelled like cinnamon, and I knew the source; the cinnamon flavored Listerine breath strips that resided in Oliver's jacket pocket that was laying off to the side, covered in sand.

"Ummmm, Lily? Did you hear me?" Oliver asked.

"What? Oh, yah I did," I said punching him on the shoulder, "and keep dreaming Ollie boy!" Oliver laughed before replying.

"Hey so seriously what was that about?" asked Oliver.

"I don't know ask Miley!" I exclaimed, laughing. Oliver lifted himself up enough to see Miley over Lily and raised his eyebrow at her.

"Lily was trying to get her sunglasses without waking you up and I pushed her down and she landed on you. It was pretty darn funny from where I was sitting!" replied Miley, shaking her head and laughing.

"Nice. I owe you one Miles!" Oliver called, with a grin.

"You perv!" I yelled, getting him in a headlock and giving him a nougie.



"Hey Lily is this what you were looking for?" Oliver called playfully, standing up and picking up the glasses.

"Yah toss them over will you?" I asked.

"If you give me a kiss!" Oliver laughed, pointing at his cheek and sticking his butt out playfully.

"No way give them here!" I yelled, starting to get a little scared.

"C'mon you know you want to!" Oliver called, still laughing. My heart was hammering in my chast because it knew that yes, I wanted to.

"Ugh fine!" I said coming over and giving Oliver a quick, soft peck on the cheek.

"You can do better than that Truscott!" he said, still keeping the glasses away from her.

"Oliver!" I yelled, but he was off, running away. Miley and I followed suit. Miley was the fastest of all three of us, so she caught up to him first.

"Oliver!" she yelled, causing him to turn around, only to see a flying Miley coming at him. They made contact and they both went down, Miley on top on Oliver. She was too busy trying to get the glasses to see Oliver's face, but I did. It was the exact same face that I had after Oliver had tickled me. The face that was so often accompanied by a lack of breath. The sunglasses were surrendered without a fight, Oliver was to dazed to even try. Miley walked over and handed the glasses to me. I took them, but I didn't really want them anymore. I knew the truth, and it hurt.

Oliver likes Miley.