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Judge: "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
ME: "No!"
Judge: "..."
ME: "Come at me, brah!"
Judge: "Do you own Hannah Montana?"
ME: "Yes."
Judge (Jumping on his desk and swinging his mallet down): "LIAR!"
Lilly stood silently in the playground. In front of her was a table full of brownies, cupcakes, and everything that was necessary for a bake-sale. Well, except there was one thing missing: customers.
She looked to the table ahead of her, the one with all the attention, well-decorated table, and exquisite cookies for sale that is most definitely NOT homemade.
She sighed uselessly as she watch the familiar scene replay itself… again.
"Hey Lils, how's your sale going?" Oliver hopped beside her.
Lilly shot him a death glare and replied sarcastically, "Oh yeah, it's going great. Can't you see I am making a total of ZERO DOLLARS?" She held up her empty pocket register for emphasis.
"Ooookkkkay Lillipop, chill. It's just…"
"You don't get it now, do you!" Lilly continued her rant, "They do this pointless crap every year! Just because they're rich, they think they can just buy a bunch of fancy food, sell them for half the price and win the Best Fundraiser Award EVERY SCREWING YEAR!"
"Uhhh… well, they kinda can," Oliver mumbled. Lilly growled at him.
Oliver shrank back, "Ahem, anyways… you want some help cleaning up? We can head to my house to hang for a while."
"Sure, no one wants to buy any of my food anyways."
"I'll take a cookie."
"That's a doughnut," Lilly deadpanned.
Oliver looked down and made a grunt of realization.
Lilly rolled her eyes to the back of her head, "Doughnut."
"Hey, I resent that!"
"Too bad! Help me clean up!"
Lilly and Oliver slouched on Oliver's couch, flipping through the channels.
"I am soooo bored," Lilly complained, "Nothing good is on."
"That whip cream girl singing with her dad wasn't bad."
"Let's go to the beach and do something."
"We just got back from the beach," Oliver raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah."
Another fifteen minutes passed without a word, not counting the sound of the constantly switching channels. It was Oliver who broke the silence this time.
"I'm gonna go get us some cook… I mean doghnuts."
Lilly waved her hand lazily, "Twenty bucks."
Oliver rolled his eyes, "How about a napkin?"
"Whatever."
Oliver returned in a minute with several "doghnuts" and napkins. Lilly stood up to turn on the radio. Beethoven popped up. Lilly shrugged, not caring enough.
"You know, these are actually better than they look," Oliver remarked after biting a piece off.
Lilly huffed, "It's not like you can make them any better."
Oliver laughed, "Anything else is better than…" He stopped abruptly after seeing the glimmer of hurt in her eyes. "Um… What I meant was that this is better than anything else. Yeah, that's right. The words got mixed up." He knew that Lilly did put a lot of effort into making them.
Lilly stuck her tongue out at him. "Nice save, doghnut. If you really think you can do better, let's have a baking competition," she challenged.
"Nah, that's not a good idea."
"What? Afraid you're gonna lose?" Lilly taunted.
"No," Oliver replied coolly, "It's just that I don't want you to cry when you get destroyed."
Lilly punched him in the arm. "OH you are SO on."
Oliver put the last ingredient on the duct tape line he in between the counters of the kitchen. He set up the timer for an hour. Looking back over his shoulders, he saw Lilly rubbing her hands together in anticipation, a fierce glint of fire in those light blue orbs he always saw when she was excited over a tough competition. He stared into those eyes, glad that his plan to see them worked.
Lilly placed the final kitchen utensil on the line. Stealing glimpses at Oliver, she saw him still preparing for the competition. She noticed how his long hair covered his birthmark on his neck, and the tilt of his head when he concentrated, which was rare, because he never concentrated on anything. He turned around and smiled at her, and she felt the need to smile back. As soon as she did that, she felt herself sinking into the chocolate eyes that were unknowingly staring into her light blue ones.
"Ready?" Oliver broke the staring contest.
"Totally," Lilly replied.
"Go!" Oliver smacked down on the timer, and the kitchen broke into a frenzy of activities and splashing of food.
Oliver ripped open the egg carton and grabbed two eggs. Distracted by his own planning and calculating of the making of the cake, he never saw Lilly's hand coming to reach for an egg as well. The moment their hands met, they looked at each other. Sparks flew into a familiar warmth that made their hands linger for a second longer than necessary, before both pulling back.
Lilly was mixing her dough for the cake when she felt something slippery and sticky hit the side of her face. She wiped the glob off to discover that it was a chunk of dough. She looked up to find Oliver gaping at her dumbfounded.
"I… I am so sorry Lils, that was an accident, I swear," Oliver quickly apologized. But Lilly, being his best friend since preschool, knew the glint behind that apparently panicked face. She narrowed her eyes.
"So you wanna play this way, huh Oken-boy!"
Seeing her light blue eyes turn into a swirl of dark blue was the first hint that this was not going to be pretty. Oliver yelped as a blob of dough came flying at his chest. He ducked, but Lilly still managed to hit him on his forehead and hair.
"Aww man," Oliver pouted, "My sweet hair."
Lilly instantly felt bad for him, even though she knew he was just pretending. She took a step forward and ran her hand through his hair, wringing out the pieces of dough stuck on his head. She had always loved combing his hair. It felt like her hand was being dragged in strands of silk.
Oliver looked at his best friend in front of him, trying to reorganize his hair. The feeling of her hand running through his scalp was naturally comforting. The apple-like scent of her shampoo tickled his nose as she completed her task. He loved how he could reserve her full attention for him, and him solely. He loved the sight of her focusing, her eyes turning from the previous dark swirls into a gentle whirl of sky-blue. He was silently disappointed by the loss of her touch after she was done. Attempting to cover up his daze, he sneaked his hand into his bowl of dough and scooped out a handful of the blob, before shoving it down the back of her shirt.
Lilly raised her head back up at him, furious. Their eyes met, and turned into a staring contest in which both of them tried to look into the other's eyes without being caught. After a while, the chill of the slippery goo down Lilly's back brought her back to reality. A flash of anger rose back in her, and she took a large step forward.
Her sudden motion alerted Oliver back to his senses as well. Choosing between his daydream and his life, he reflexively took a step back.
"I'm not gonna hurt you Ollipop," Lilly cooed, "Come on, come closer."
Oliver kept backing away, "That's what you always say before you hurt me." Even through his fear he noticed how cute Lilly sounded when she was mad, with her already squeaky voice being raised by three octaves.
"No way, I always keep my promises," Lilly continued after him, dropping her act.
Now staring at his potential murderer, Oliver screamed and began to run circles around his house. Lilly gave chase, and the two kids' laughter resonated throughout the structure.
The next time they passed the kitchen, Lilly dug into her bowl and flung a glob of dough at Oliver, hitting him on the back. He cried, reaching for his own bowl and retaliating with his own glob. A food fight quickly started, and continued until both ran out of ammunition. Then, Oliver yelled and tackled Lilly onto the kitchen floor. She squealed, then started to smear the goo on herself onto him, with him quickly following.
Both were laughing their heads off, gladly enjoying the each other's company.
"You know," Oliver broke the trance both were left in after another half and hour of wrestling, "Time passes a lot faster this way."
Lilly giggled. They lied on the living room carpet, with the kitchen now a mess. She turned her head and burst out laughing as she saw her best friend lying next to her with his entire face covered in hardened dough.
"You look like you're wearing Jason's hockey mask from Friday the 13th."
"Hey, you don't look half bad yourself," Oliver poked her, "If you want to look like the guy from the Phantom of the Opera."
Lilly snickered and slapped him lightly.
Oliver absentmindedly twirled a strand of her blonde hair, "Lils, let's never change."
Lilly looked at him and replied sweetly, "Nothing will change this. Nothing will change us, ever."
She reached over to hold his hand and put her head onto his shoulder and squirmed until she found the right spot on his neck before finishing, "Ollipop."
A/N: A little romance. Nothing serious yet. Remember, they are still in elementary school before they met Miley. Tell me if you guys want me to continue with the classic cheesy romance with sparks and all of that, or invent something original.
