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OLIVER AKA OMAR POV

It seemed like the morning went by so quickly that I didn't really get a chance to truly have one. There had been no breakfast, no nothing really; except me and Miley talking.

That's something I think I'll always remember. It was just kind of one of those moments that are once in a lifetime. The way her chestnut brown hair looked beautiful even though it was messy, how grateful she looked for getting to sleep on my couch and the fact that she didn't flinch when I told her (kind of in a round about way) that I thought she was pretty. Well, I just told her she looked good sleeping on the couch. But she got it right? Girls are the deep ones so she should've gotten it. I mean I was telling her she was pretty…kind of.

If I could just tell her how I felt everything would be okay between us. I knew I just needed to get it over with but it seemed that whenever I tried to tell her, something came up. I had even tried this morning, but Lilly woke up and ruined the whole thing.

I awoke from my thoughts to feel a nudge from Roxie. I looked up at her but she acted like she was busy doing something else. I almost ignored her but then I realized she was talking in a hushed voice, trying not to bring any attention to herself.

"You got to tell her you like her sometime soon. It's just going to get more and more uncomfortable for you guys if you don't."

"How did you know that was what I was thinking about?" I asked her a little freaked out. She just looked at me probably thinking: how could anyone not know what you were thinking about?

"She doesn't like me anyway." I told her awkwardly. Why was I telling her this again?

Roxie gave a quiet laugh "Boy, I've never seen a girl with a larger crush on a guy than Miley has on you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Look, I'm trained to observe and, I'm a girl. She likes you. And I like you too. You're a good guy. That's why I'm letting you do this. Go for it."

"Hey. What are you doing?" I asked sitting down next to her.

"Just thinking," She replied.

"About what?"

"The tour. I mean it's going to start like tomorrow when we arrive in England. It just seems unreal. I can hear the fans outside the airport from here and…for some reason I feel like I'm going to let them down. Tours here are no problem, but in England and Australia? I've never done this before… I think I'm nervous."

"Well, nervous can be good sometimes. For me it was." I told her trying to be helpful. "When we sang that song for the AIDS concert I felt like I was going to puke. But everyone was rocking out and really liked it. I think being nervous made me do better and I think that's what's going to happen for you. You're going to rock their socks off don't worry about it. "

"Oliver, you're such a good friend." Miley said smiling at me.

There was that word again: friend. Why did we just have to be friends? I felt frustration rise up inside me. I wanted it to be something more and I felt like if things kept going this way, it would get too uncomfortable for both of us and we'd eventually have to stop being friends all together. I knew that there was something special about Miley and if I could ever get up the nerve to tell her, things could change and I wouldn't be in this awkward position anymore.

"Yeah…about that…" I started hesitantly.

She looked up at me, looking into my eyes.

This was it. No distractions, here in this airport I was going to tell her. Everything was going to come out in the open. I knew just how I wanted to say it. I looked up one more time. She was still looking at me, still listening. I took a deep breath, ready to speak.

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