Disclaimer: I do not own. Bleargh.

A/N: Muahaha. I'm anticipating next week. Finally, the camp can start. :shifty:


Oliver groaned, as he helped his mom carry around some boxes, that definitely needed to be moved.

"Now - Over here-"

"Mmph - "

"--Stop whining, Oliver." He grunted in response, carrying the box over to the corner of their basement. He panted.

"Are we done?"

"Almost."

DING DONG

"Oh - Can I get it?"

"No - Move them around some more!"

"Umph - Fine." He was sweating like crazy. He whined to an empty room. "Basements aren't supposed to be warm!" He whined again, ripping off his shirt in frustration.

"OLIVER!" He tried turning around, still holding the box.

"Uh - I'm a little BUSY!" There wasn't a response, but he heard murmuring through the ceiling, then the door closed. Whoever it was, they'd have to wait.

Footsteps came back down, and he assumed it was his mom.

"Mom, this is the last box, after, can I leave?"

"Why, yes, honey, you can." He whirled around, fast, knowing exactly whose voice it was.

He tried not to drop the box.

"Miles?"

"Hurry! Finish!" He turned back around, and he smirked, upon hearing an exaggerated wolf-whistle.

Well, to be honest, Miley wasn't really exaggerating.

Damn, that boy had muscles.

And it looked good on his back.

The temperature was raised about 10 degrees in the room.

Finally, the last box was stacked, and Oliver did a little celebration dance, turning back to Miley.

She skipped towards him, but halted in front of him.

"Uhm - Maybe.. Later.. You know.. After you shower..." He raised his eyebrows.

"Are you implying something, Ms. Stewart?"

"Maybe, Mr. Oken. Maybe." He stretched out his arms, walking towards her slowly. She squealed, running away from him, as he chased after her, trying to hug her, or do something just to annoy her.

"Come on Mileyyy--"

"--Nooo! Stay away!" He managed to tackle her onto the spare couch, and purposely kiss her messily, amidst her giggles and feeble protests.

And once again, a playful kiss had turned into something more serious, and into a make-out session.

He pulled back immediately, and saw the slight disappointment in her face, but it was erased by a wide smile, as he helped her up.

She grimaced. "Now I smell like sweat."

"Well whaddya know? So do I."

"Wow," she said sarcastically. "I wonder why."

"So," he said, grabbing his shirt. "What's up?"

"Oh--" She dug into her pocket of her jeans, and extracted a letter. "Your mom wanted me to give this to you. I got one too."

"Oh - It's what we'll be teaching - Hey, I've got co-ed kayaking!" He examined her face, as she scanned the letter with a worried expression on her face. Her face lifted, as she looked up, smiling.

"I got basketball!"

"Wow. You're actually good at that - " and he wasn't lying - She was actually good at basketball - At least she was past that 'average' line.

"Thanks, Oliver." She smacked his chest lightly, as she tucked the letter into her jeans again.

"Ow."

"That didn't hurt."

"Yes." He fell back onto the couch, wheezing loudly, and acting as if he were in pain. "It hurt - Make it better, Dr. Stewart! Make it better!"

"Aw - Did a wittle hit fwom a girl give you a boo boo?"

He nodded.

"Aww -" She kissed him softly, patting his head. "Is it all better?"

"No," he said babyishly. "Kiss boo-boo better!" She smirked at him, then kissed the spot where she hit, softly and gently, making sure to let her lips slide over his skin.

"Better?" Her voice was low, and quiet, only their breathing echoing around the silent room.

"Much, much better," he said slowly, sitting up. There was a thick air around them, as they stared at each other for a few silent moments.

Don't kiss her - Don't kiss her - Don't kiss her

They practically flew at each other, lips clashing furiously, as they kissed each other over and over.

Meh. Too late.

- - -

"So.. That was interesting..."

"Definitely - Interesting, and embarassing."

"Well, I didn't know that my brother was going to walk in on us!"

What happened was that, Oliver's brother had chosen that moment to walk in on them, right in the middle of their make-out session.

Let's just say there was terrified screaming involved, and a falling off the couch.

He swung their hands idly, as they walked around aimlessly. They were just simply enjoying each other's company and walking down the beach.

She looked at her watch. "Oh. Crap. I have to get home - My dad has this Hannah meeting, and he'd like me to go - I'll see you tomorrow, okay, Oliver?" He nodded, kissing her quickly.

"Righty-o. Bye." They kissed (again), and parted, as she waved back at him, smiling.

She pretended to blow him a kiss, and he pretended to catch it.

This summer was going to be perfect.

So he thought.


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