Wow, Becca Weller? Likes me? But what about Miley? I still like her. But I know she'll never like me more than what we are right now. Hopefully Becca will keep my mind off of Miley. At least, until I get back on my feet.
"My Robbie name is hi," Oh wait. That didn't turn out right, "My Oliver name is hi."
"Are you trying to ask me out?" Becca says.
"Yes. Wow, for a second, I thought I was a babbling fool."
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Miley's Point of View
"Lily! Look at that!" I said pointing into the cafeteria where Becca is holding hands with a boy, "Becca is totally cheating on Oliver."
"Are you sure your just not reading into this too much? Maybe you don't want to see Becca and Oliver together? Does it have anything to do with your sudden affection for him? I mean, you haven't exactly given Oliver the idea that you like him. Actually, you've been ignoring him all week!"
"Lily! I know she's cheating on him. I have to warn him before his date this afternoon!"
"MILEY!"
"Lily, no. You can't stop me."
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I find myself in the air in a chicken costume. All this for a boy. But not just any boy. The perfect boy. Boom. Great, now I'm on the ground.
"OLIVER!"
"Miley?" Oliver asks.
"Miley?" Becca says staring down my chicken ensemble.
"Excuse me, Missy, but I gotta go talk to my best friend. So you stay, kay?" I said as I pulled Oliver aside.
"Oliver, she's cheating on you," I said.
"What?" Oliver yelled.
"What?" Becca says walking over to us.
"Well, excuse me, can't a chicken have any privacy?" I said standing up in front of her.
"I'm not cheating on Oliver."
"I saw you in the cafeteria holding hands with a boy."
"You were what?" Oliver said stepping in between both of us.
"No, I was breaking up with him, so we can be together," Becca says.
"Oops," I took a step back, "Is that the boy you were writing Hannah Montana abou- Op."
"How did you know that?" She asked moving towards me.
"How did I know that? How did I know that? How did I know that!" I asked while quickly moving behind Oliver, "I... read your PDA which I stole from your gym locker."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm a baaaad chicken."
"This is ridiculous. Oliver, I can't take this. Good bye." Becca says as she walks toward the beach, away from us.
"MILEY! Why did you do that? You ruined my chances with Becca. She thought I was funny and cute and sensitive. I'll never meet a girl like that ever! This is all turning out to be such a big mess and it's all your fault."
"You're wrong."
"So you're saying it's my fault that you flew in dressed up as a chicken and accused my girlfriend of cheating on me, when she wasn't."
"No. I meant.. I meant you're wrong about how you'll never meet a girl that likes you. Because I know a girl who really likes you. Loves you, even. And she's standing right in front of you."
"What?"
"It's true, Oliver. Me. Miley Stewart. I like you. More than a friend. You're an amazing person, you've helped me up through my ups and downs. You've always been there for me and you're better than any guy I've ever known. Better than any pet hamster or fish or hot movie star. I've never liked a boy like this before. And that boy is you. Oliver Oken, I think I'm in love with you." Oliver stands there. No expression on his face, "Oliver? You don't have anything to say? Nothing at all?"
All of a sudden, Oliver takes my head and crushes his lips into mine. It takes me by surprise, until I finally warm up. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck just as he transfers his hands from my face to my waist. We finally break out from the kiss. He looks at me, with his hand on my cheek, "Miley, I love you."