Prom was held at a resort hotel in a large, spacious ballroom. It was decked out in streamers, lights, balloons, confetti, and flowers. "Look at this place, it's amazing!" Miley declared, staring around in childlike wonder.
Oliver stared longingly at her. Lilly elbowed him sharply. "Ow!" He glared. She took his arm and roughly dragged him to the side.
"You have got to buck up and tell her!" she said firmly.
"I know!" he said.
"You're not taking this seriously," she continued, circling him. "You do not love someone for—" she stopped and considered him. "How long have you had this thing for her anyway?"
He carefully avoided eye contact. "Ohh, I don't really know," he said elusively.
She hit his arm. "Oliver! Have you liked her since you met her?" she demanded.
"No!" he said loudly. She gave him the evil eye. "For a while I had that thing for Hannah Montana," he said sheepishly.
"Oh my gosh!" Lilly cried. "I can't believe this!"
Miley and Ben moseyed over. "What's all the hullabaloo?" she asked.
"Nothing," Oliver said quickly. "Let's go get our pictures taken." She took to the idea right away, grabbed his hand again, and dragged him over for pictures. They took the traditional dance couples photograph, standing side by side, his arm around her waist. Then they took two more; the second of her hugging him and grinning hugely; the third of her kissing his cheek.
Miley was having the best night ever with her best friend.
Oliver was worried that is he didn't tell her soon he'd explode.