a/n-thanks 4 the reviews! btw, i think lilly is extremely skinny, i'm just making amber and ashley say those things for the sake of the story. anyway, here's the next chapter!
Chapter 2: Spaghetti and Meatballs
After school I went to Miley's, just like every Friday. Miley and I walked into her house to smell spaghetti and meatballs. Man, did it smell delicious. But that's gotta be like, a thousand calories. I can't eat that for dinner. I'll just…eat something else.
"Hey, you wanna go to the beach before dinner?" Miley suggested
"Yeah, sure!" We changed into our bathing suits and walked there. She had on a pink and orange bikini. I didn't feel like wearing a two-piece, so I wore a dark blue one-piece.
"Hey, guys!" Oliver greeted us as we approached Rico's.
"Hey, Oliver!" I smiled.
"Do either of you want to finish this smoothie?" Oliver waved an orange smoothie in front of my face. I wanted it bad, but I had self control.
"No thanks." I said.
"I'll finish it." Miley took the smoothie from him. Oliver seemed kind of surprised that I didn't take the smoothie, since I never really objected to free food. He eyed me curiously, but I ignored him.
"Let's go in the water." I suggested. We threw the frisbee around as the waves knocked us all down. It was fun, but I was extremely hungry since I didn't eat lunch, and only had a chewy bar for breakfast. After a while, we all got tired and lay on the beach.
I was lying next to Oliver, which was great. I probably forgot to mention that I had the biggest crush on him, and no one else knew it. Miley questioned me sometimes, but I always denied it.
Anyway, we were just talking until Miley's cell phone beeped. She set an alarm for when dinner would be ready.
"Come on, Lil, we gotta go eat." Miley stood up.
"Awe, do we have to?" I tried to stall.
"Yeah, do we have to?" Oliver mimicked and I hit him playfully in the arm.
"Yes, Lilly. Oliver, you can come eat over if you want." Miley offered, making me a very happy girl.
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked.
"Yeah, of course."
"Alright, well, I guess I could since no one's home at my house."
"Sweet," I stood up, Oliver doing the same.
"Hello?" Miley answered her ringing cell phone. "Yes, Daddy, we're coming! Oliver's coming too. Ok, bye." With that, we were on our way to Mr. Stewart's delicious spaghetti and meatballs.
"Hey, kids!" he greeted us as we walked in.
"Hey, Mr. S." Oliver and I said.
"Are you ready for my famous spaghetti and meatball dish?"
"Daddy, just give us the food." Miley laughed and sat down.
He let us take our own helpings, and I couldn't just not take any. I took a small scoop of spaghetti, with the tiniest bit of sauce, but no meatballs.
"That's all you're gonna have, Lilly?" Mr. S. asked.
"Yeah, I'm not really that hungry."
"Suit yourself." he shrugged. "You usually love my spaghetti and meatballs."
"I know," I fake-laughed. "I'm just not hungry."
"Are you feeling Ok, Lilly?" Oliver asked, concerned. "You look kinda pale."
"I feel fine. Maybe I'm just coming down with something. I'm sure it'll be fine."
I barely ate any of what I had. There's no way I was eating something with that many carbs. But man, did I want to eat the whole dish. It smelled so good, and the little that I had was amazing. But no, I can control myself.
"Are you sure you're Ok, Lil?" Oliver asked me after dinner when we were in the living room. Miley was upstairs putting on lots of make-up for Johnny.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I felt fine. Hungry, but fine.
"I don't know. If you feel sick though, I'll walk you home."
"Thanks," I smiled. "But I'm fine, really." Oliver was such a nice guy. We lived next door to each other, so he always walked me home.
Miley came running down the stairs in a string bikini, with blue and green polka dots this time, and she wore a white mini skirt. Her hair was down and wavy. She was wearing lots of make-up, but she still looked gorgeous.
"How do I look?" Miley asked. "Be brutal."
"You look great." I assured her.
"Thanks," she said. "Now, do you want to borrow one of my bikinis?"
No! I can't wear something that revealing while I look like this. "No, no, I like my one-piece."
"But Lilly, guys notice you more if you're in a bikini. Come on, I have the perfect one for you."
"No, Miley!" I snapped, not even meaning to. "Sorry, I just…don't feel like wearing a bikini." I was wearing my one-piece, but I had shorts and a t-shirt to cover myself up.
"Ok, what about make-up?"
"Miley, you know I hate make-up." I laughed. Then I realized Oliver was quiet this whole time. "Hey, Oliver, you Ok?"
"What? Yeah, of course. Let's go now."
"Daddy, we're going to the beach! We'll be back late, so don't wait up for us!" Miley called to her father on our way out the door.