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A/N: This is like a filler to keep people satisfied-- I just need to play out a couple things-- To make their relationship work. :) Enjoy this one.
"Sandra, dear, please tell me a little bit about Miley." Mrs. Oken looked up surprised as Aunt Harriet sat down beside her, looking curious.
"We've known her forever, I remember the first day Oliver met her-- Couldn't stop talking about how pretty she was-- And when I met her, I knew he wasn't lying." Mrs. Oken smiled at the fond memories of Oliver's childhood. "She was a very nice, sweet girl, and she still seems like she is... Why?" Her curious gaze met Aunt Harriet's.
"Well-- Do you actually think they're dating?"
"He said they were."
"They don't seem like they're dating-- Wait, answer me this-- Do you flirt with your husband?"
"Exc-cuse me?"
"Do you flirt with your husband, dear?"
"Not really-- I mean, before we started going out, a lot.. But--" Her eyes widened in realization... "Ohh-- I see--"
"Yes--"
"--Oliver brought her to pose as his girlfriend... I knew something was up when he got a perfect girl," her detective skills kicking in.
"We must get them together."
"Well, I did hear from Maddie-- Apparently putting them together in the same room worked a little," she smirked.
I must have a talk with that son of mine.
--mxo--mxo--mxo--
"Mmm.. Must.. Wake.. Up.." Miley groaned, stretching her feet and legs out. She smiled, inhaling a boyish yet manly scent. She felt the haze of slight confusion of meeting so many people hit her.
She also felt the vague feeling of somebody watching her, and she cracked open her eyes, only to see Sara smiling widely.
Miley clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening.
"Hi Miwey!"
"Wait-- Who--" She put a hand to her head trying to remember. "Sara! Sara," she hissed. "What are you doing here?"
"Watching Uncle Ollie hug you." She blinked innocently, and pointed.
Miley then realized that Oliver had his arms around her waist.
"Oh.."
How awkward.
"Er.. Do you think you could.. Go?" she tried feebly.
"Okay, Miwey!" Sara bounced happily out the room, and shut the door, waking Oliver up in the proccess.
"Mmmph-- Wha-- Oh-- Good.. M-morning, Miles.."
"Mornin'."
"Mmm.. Nice jersey."
"It's yours."
"I know. That's why it's nice."
"Ego, much?"
"Yeah.. Ugh.."
"I'm going to brush my teeth and eat breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
"Now you're awake." Oliver nodded, but still lay in bed. "Do you mind?"
"What?"
"Am I allowed to leave, or are you going to keep me hostage in your arms?"
"Oh!" He frowned slightly as Miley detangled herself from his arms.
She seemed to have 'forgotten' about what happened yesterday. He watched her walk away, loving how the jersey was long enough to cover everything, but still show a decent amount of her legs.
Which were incredibly sexy, thank you very much.
He heard the tap turning on, then the sound of the toothbrush brushing. After a little, the spitting sound, more water, then spitting again.
He totally imagined her doing all that naked.
I could use a shower..
"Snap out of it, Oliver.. Out!"
"Who are you talking to?"
"Wha-- Myself.." She raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to laugh.
"Okay.. I'll go down for breakfast.."
"Okay.. There might not be anybody there.. Just fix yourself something if you want."
Oliver slipped out of bed brushing his own teeth, and padding downstairs. He saw that Miley had found cereal was happily munching away on Frosted Flakes.
"Frosted Flakes. Really?" She shot him a look.
"Yeah!" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Do you have a problem with them?" she said, mock-dangerously.
"Yeah..." Oliver made himself toast, and sat down next to her.
They were both still half-asleep, and both reached for the same glass of water at the same time, letting their hands slide against each others.
"Oh... Sorry," she said quietly, blushing a little.
"Mm.. Sorry."
Silence overcame them.
"So, what are we doing today?" He thought about it, chewing slowly.
"I'll take you around some of the land here.. There's quite a bit.."
"Okay."
--mxo--mxo--mxo--
"So here's the barn.."
"There's 2 of them?"
"Yeah," Oliver said, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.
"Wow.." Miley was in awe. She patted a horse's mane, giggling slightly. He saw how at home she was, and wondered how much she missed Tennessee.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yeah.."
"It's been a while for me too."
Silence.
"Soo--" he said, trying to clear up the awkwardness. She looked up, something popping into mind.
"When we were meeting your mom," she started, giving him a sly look. "I could have sworn that she was about to say you had a crush on me."
"What?! Psh--"
His deer-in-the-headlights expression wasn't helping.
"You liked me. Oliver liked me," she said in a sing-song voice, skipping around him mockingly.
"No I didn't--" That only spurred her to say it louder.
"Oliver liked me. Oliver liked me."
"Miley--"
"--Yes?" Her mouth twitched as if resisting the temptation to laugh.
"Nevermind."
"I don't see you trying to defend yourself."
"But--"
"So-- You liked me?"
"Well, it was a crush--" That only made her giggle louder, and continue skipping around him happily.
Too happily.
"Somebody's happy that Smokin' Oken had a crush on them..." She stared disbelievingly.
"What--"
"You wanted to take a ride on the Ollie Trolley. You know you did."
As they were both adults now, that phrase played so differently in their minds.
Crap, now I really need that cold shower.
There was a silence, then--
"Oliver liked me, Oliver liked me--" She wouldn't shut up, so an idea popped into his head. He pulled her by the waist, making her squeal, and thrash a little, when he swung her up over his shoulder.
"So-- You know, we have a pool, and a few ponds-- Don't worry, nothing will bite." She froze.
"Boy who liked me, say what?"
In a swift moment, he had reached a pond, and stood at the edge, contemplating whether he should throw her in. He was actually quite comfortable, considering she was slung over his shoulder, and his hands were in a very, very nice spot.
He smirked.
He would definitely be needing that cold shower.
She breathed a sigh of relief, as he seemed to hesitate--
SPLASH
"OLIVER!" He laughed, and looked--
Wait-- She was gone-- Where he threw her, she was gone--
SPLASH
His leg flew out from under him as something yanked at his legs.
"AHHH!"
He flailed his arms wildly, fearing drowning, as Miley looked on from the side, not believing that she actually liked this guy.
"Oliver--"
"Help meee--" She wanted to laugh, but it was one of those moments where it was so utterly hilarious, and breathtaking that nothing could make it's way out of her mouth properly.
"Just stand up," she wheezed, clutching at her sides.
"What-- Oh."
"You're still a donut."
"Who's about to get a medical doctorate."
"Who cares? You're still a donut." She waded towards him ruffling up his hair. "But you're still my donut."
"What?" She panicked.
"As a f-friend--"
"Oh--" He then noticed that she was shivering.
And that she was wet.
He stared.
"Oliver."
Silence.
Oh thank god she's wearing a white t-shirt.
"Oliver-- Oliver, my eyes are up here."
Silence.
How have I never noticed that she has amazing body features-- Holy crap, I think I need another splash.
Thank goodness the water is past my waist.
"OLIVER," she barked.
"What?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Err-- Seeing who wins the wet t-shirt contest?" he tried feebly, only to be met by a splash of water.
"I see no other contestant, Oliver," she said dryly.
"Er-- Me!"
"You."
"Me!"
...
"You are a sick pervert," she said semi-seriously, but with a trace of a smile.
"You're hot," he said simply.
...
"Oliver, come here," she said sweetly. He bounded forward eagerly.
SPLASH
He fell backwards into the water.
Haha. Even at 21, Oliver still has problems containing himself, his mouth among other things too.. IF you catch my gidst. :D