Disclaimer: I don't own the show, or Disney, or whatever they're going to pick on.
A/N: -cackle- kekekekekeke.
Oliver scowled uncomfortably, as he entered the living room to a dead silence.
He figured that his whole family now knew, based on their sympathetic, and knowing looks, with the occasional smirk.
And also, the fact that Miley was trying not to laugh.
Evil woman.
"Oliver, are you going to sit down, or continue checking her out?"
He scrunched up his eyebrows, frowning.
"I--"
"I'm just messin' with ya." He shrugged, plonking himself down beside Miley, who leaned her head on his shoulder.
He couldn't help but smile.
His mother smiled at him, leaning forward a little.
"So, kids, any nice stories to share from university?"
There was a pause as he thought about it...
"Well--"
flashback.
He was hungry.
Terribly so.
And he had just finished reading a bunch of crap on the internet.
Miley would be back from her Economics course soon.
Wait.
He had an idea.
He grabbed a couple things from his bag.
"I've never seen this in a while," he muttered.
There was the sound of the key in the lock, and he hastily finished the task.
"Hey Oliver-- OH MY GOSH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"I'm hungry!"
"So you decided to chain yourself to a bed -- Wait, no, scratch that, my bed?!"
"Food!"
--
"Wait, so you chained yourself to Miley's bed?" Maddie looked disturbed, yet amused at the same time.
"He had read one of those internet things, like ' How to Annoy Your Roommate ', and decided to try it out."
"Did you get him the food, or.. Did some other things happen?"
"I got the food-- HEY!" Snickers went around the room, as everyone rolled their eyes good-naturedly.
"We," Miley coughed. "We weren't dating then."
"If you were, would you--"
"Maddie! My love life is none of your business!"
"Well, I'm curious! There's a lot of sexual tension between you two! I'm guessing you've never had--"
"--Okay-- Now you stop--"
"--I take that as a no--"
"--YES!"
"Yes, you have, or yes you haven't?!"
"Yes we haven't!"
"Oh okay."
Miley thought she would die; her face felt like it was on fire.
Oliver's mom smirked slightly, knowing exactly what their problem was. She turned to Oliver and Miley.
"How serious are you planning on getting?"
Deer-in-the-headlights.
"Uhh--"
"--Well, we--"
"--We haven't--"
"--Thought much about--"
"--Not sure--"
"--I don't know--"
"--I don't know."
"Ah," Oliver's mom smiled knowingly. "Too busy doing other things?"
Oliver blushed. "Well-" he skirted around the subject, "You know - Studying and all. Yeah - Did you know a cough releases an explosive charge of air that moves at speeds up to 60 mph?"
Everyone shot him a disbelieving look.
"What?"
"Save the medical crap, Oliver - So," Maddie turned to Miley, who instantly blushed, sensing another wave of embarrassment. "Miley. Is Ollie-kins here a good kisser?"
Oliver brightened, perking up, and turning to look at her, curiously.
She coughed, stiffening.
"Well, if you must know, Oliver is" -cough- "a very good kisser."
"Reaaalllly?"
"Yes."
"You hear that, Maddie? I'm a good kisser!"
Oliver was elated.
--
"Miley Stewart likes my kissing!"
She scoffed at him, still blushing as they ascended the stairs. "Please, Oliver. It was what your family wanted to hear."
He stopped dancing, and stared at her disbelievingly.
"You're a horrid liar, Miles." He gently pushed her against the wall, elicting a soft gasp from between her lips. His eyes darted down to her parted lips for a split second, before they flew back up to her eyes.
He placed his hands on her cheeks, gently cupping them, before breathing out over her lips; "Tell me I'm a bad kisser." He leaned down a fraction of an inch. "I dare you."
Her breathing became irregular, as her hand reached up to his, that was on her cheek, unconsciously stroking it, leaning into his touch.
And a sense of confidence, and daring-ness came over him, as he closed the unbreathable distance between them, softly rubbing his lips against hers, sliding his hands down to her neck, down her shoulders, finally coming to a rest down, on her hips, while hers settled on his neck.
He pulled back after what seemed like eternity, chancing a glance into her clear blue-green eyes, which were now swimming with emotions - confusion among them.
"Am I a bad kisser?"
She was silent, and he was worried that he had overdone it.
She looked away from him, gently pushing him away.
"No. You're a good kisser," she said, quietly, looking back up at him, smiling shyly.
"I thought so."
She then opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off, not realizing it. "So - Want to watch a movie or something?"
She smiled again - albeit sadly - and nodded. "Sure."
He nodded, grinning, and walking away.
"That-- That's what friends do, right?"
-rofl- And I leave you there, to go continue writing. :) Review, s'il vous plait. :D Come on you guys - I expect a bit more out of you. ;)