Oliver watched as Miley walked in the door. Maybe Lilly had a point. She was walking towards him. Inexplicably, he leapt to his feet.

"Miss Miley, how fare thee?"

She smirked at him. "Very well, Squire, and thee-self?" She took a seat next to him and arranged her books. She thought for a moment and then dropped her pencil.

"Oops! Would you get that for me?"

"With pleasure," he answered, placing it in her hand. Miley smiled—a lot. She was having great trouble not smiling around him…her face was hurting!

"Thanks," she said, trying to sound flirty.

"So, excited for tomorrow night?"

"Oh my gosh, I mean, yes, of course, right? But I wish I could hang out with you guys instead!"

"Yeah me too—but you'll be great, don't worry about it. You're always great."

"Aw, thanks, bud."

An awkward silence fell between them.

"Sssoo…what movie should we see Saturday?" Miley finally asked.

"I don't know…something…well, not too girly, maybe some adventure, some action, maybe some girly as long as there's action…" He grinned as she hit him playfully.

"I'm only human," he said dramatically.

"No, you're a boy," Miley countered. "But this," she said, mimicking his dramatics, "is why I love you."

Matching looks of shock and horror appeared on their faces, and when Lilly appeared they cried in unison and relief, "LILLY!"

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"I don't know what happened! We were talking, I was trying to flirt, he was, well I don't know if he was just playing along or what, but I thought we were fine—and all of the sudden I blurted out that I love him! Like, what?"

Lilly stared thoughtfully. "Hmm, hmm, interesting, yes. Tell me, were you trying to completely freak him out and cause his brain to explode, or what?"

"No, of course not!"

"You know you're not supposed to talk to boys about your feelings! Major no-no! They can't deal with it—they can't function."

"Do you really think I freaked him out?" Miley said, face in hands.

"Yes!" Lilly said automatically. "But it might not be so bad," she amended as Miley glared at her. "Should I talk to him and see?"

"Yes. No! Well…maybe…just pretend you don't know anything about the conversation and ask him all innocent-like. Find out what he's thinking."

"Perfect. Will do." And she rushed off.

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"Hey, I got your message, what's up?"

"OHMYGOSH, Lilly, she's in love with me!"

Oliver sounded panicky—which was nothing to how he looked.

"What? Really?" She hoped she sounded surprised and uninformed.

"Yeah, we were just talking, I don't even know about what, and she just blurted it out!"

"Well, what do you think about that?" she asked vaguely.

"I mean, I don't know. What am I supposed to think?" he said distractedly.

"Well, generally, when someone tells you they love you, you decide whether or not you love them back."

He stared blankly. "Huh?"

"Oliver! Do ya like the girl?"

"Yes!" he blurted. "I mean, yeah, yes, I do."

"Well, now we have something to work with," she said cryptically. "What are you up to tomorrow night?"

"I told you, all the parties, right?"

"Yeah, well, you'll have to forget those parties—we have plans."

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"Hello, is this Robby Ray? Hi, this is Lilly, Miley's friend. I was wondering if you happen to have tickets to Hannah's concert tomorrow night. You do? Two? Perfect, thanks!"