I walked down the road with my parents. They had a some vodka, and root beer for everyone. Of course Cameron and I don't get any vodka but I'm pretty sure you already knew that. When we got there, mom rang the doorbell and Miley invited us in. The table was set for six, but Miley told me dinner wouldn't be ready for about fifteen minutes so I should go up to Camerons room.

"Hey Cameron," I said opening up his bedroom door.

"Oh hey," he said. He was listening to his radio which he turned off so we could hang out.

"So how busted did you get?" I asked.

"I am off the hook for now. Dad understood my position and got mom to relax. What about you?"

"Same. They both know I didn't mean to stay out there."

"Yeah. What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm still pretty tired," I said.

"Yeah me too."

"Hey is this your yearbook? I lost mine but I'm pretty sure it is under my bed," I said picking up his yearbook.

"Yeah. Let's look through it," he said.

"She's a witch. She threw a crayon at me," Cameron said pointing to a girl.

I laughed.

"Not funny! I could have lost an eye."

"I think it's funny."

"That brings me to my next picture, in here," he said pointing to this guy who was disguisting."

"Yeah, turn the page," I said. Immidiatly I saw a hot guy.

"He is so hott," I said.

"Really? He is one of my friends I could talk to him for you if you want," Cameron said.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm to shy. He won't like me," I said.

"You will be fine, just let me talk to him," he said.

"No. I can't. Noone likes me that way right now," I said.

"I know someone who does, but I can't tell you because I'm sworn to secresy. But I can tell you it is not Dillon," he said.

"Phew! Good! I was hoping it wasn't him," I said.

"Why?"

"Well I like Dillon as a friend, but I don't want to go out with him," I said.

"Yeah I see. I wouldn't want to go out with a best friend either."

"Yeah, that would just be a little too weird and awkward. But after that last guy I went out with, I want to know the guy beforehand."

"I've only gone out with someone I don't know once, and I do not really like that."

"KIDS! DINNER!" Johnny shouted.

"Coming!" Cameron yelled. We closed the book and went downstairs. They were having shrimp and manderan chicken. We got downstairs and the adults where pretending it was a formal party.

"Here you go madam," dad said pulling out the chair for mom.

"Why thank you kind sir," she said.

They both laughed.

"Only the best for you ma'am," Johnny said for Miley pulling out her chair.

"Thank you gentlemen," Miley said.

I sat down and so did Cameron before we would have to do that.

"Hey!" Johnny said.

"This is a pretend formal party," Miley said.

Cameron and I froze.

"Push her chair out," Johnny said.

"I don't have broken arms," I said.

"Yeah, and neither does Cameron, come on, get in the spirit," he said.

I looked at Cameron and we finally reluctantly stood up, and I allowed Cameron to pull it out.

"Here you go Miss. Oken, I hope you have a lovely dinner, and please don't choke on your shrimp. Would you like me to be a gentelmen and chew your shrimp for you so you don't choke?" he asked with a british accent.

Miley and Johnny sighed.

"That would be quite marvoulous, just this time, please don't spit it out so rudely," I said with the same british accent. All we had to do was look at each other and we burst, and rolled on the ground laughing.

"Alright sit up," mom directed.

We got up and ate, trying not to laugh through dinner. Everynow and then we would give a little burst, which made the other one of us laugh a little, but we gained control enough to eat and not get yelled at. much. When we were done we went back to his room while the adults cleaned up and talked.

"So, parents are so embarrassing," he said.

"Tell me about it."

"My parents kept on interrogating me about last night, whether we kissed, or something."

"Yeah, my dad asked me but didn't push it."

"Why does everyone keep wanting to hook us up?" he asked.

"I don't know. If we wanted to we could by ourselves."

"Yeah. Or if we wanted to kiss we wouldn't need some stupid dare," he said.

"Right," I agreed.

We looked at each other and then silently made a decision through each others eyes.

I leaned in, and he leaned in, and we kissed. Not just kissed, made out. For a little bit. When we both pulled apart, I was so dumbfounded I didn't know what to do.

Finally I got up and I slapped him across the face and then left, in a fit of anger.