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Chapter 3: Ice Cream Sundae

We walked to the beach, which had been completely transformed from the hour ago that we were there. There was a DJ playing music, a bunch of lights strung, and a make-your-own sundae table. I made a mental note to stay away from that.

"Miley!" Johnny came up to us as soon as we got there.

"Hey, Johnny," Miley twirled her hair.

"You wanna dance?" he asked her.

"YES!" Miley screamed, shocking us all. "I mean, sure, why not." Miley smiled at me as Johnny led her to where everyone was dancing. I watched Miley dance with Johnny. She was having the time of her life. I was really happy for her. She had always liked Johnny, and maybe he was finally returning the feeling.

"Hello Truscott. Hey Oliver." Amber said, snapping me out of my trance.

"What do you want?" Oliver asked.

"Whoa, chill, Smokin' Oken! We're-" she was about to say something but Oliver cut her off.

"Do not call me Smokin' Oken!" he glared at them.

"Yeah, I gave him that nickname in the first place!"

"Whatever!" Amber said.

"We're just here to tell Lilly that she made a good choice by not going in the water." Ashley answered.

"And why is that?" I snapped.

"Because you'd cause a tsunami!" they said in unison. And of course, they had to go "Ooh! Sss!" before they walked away. Because no one gets sick of that. I hope you caught my sarcasm.

"I told you they were calling me fat." I said quietly to Oliver, walking away. They really knew how to hurt someone.

"Lilly, come back here." Oliver grabbed my arm. "You know you're not fat. They're only saying that to make themselves feel better. If they're saying that you're fat, then they're a bunch of whales."

I chuckled a little bit, but I still didn't believe him. "I think I'm just gonna go home."

"No, Lilly, please stay!" Oliver begged. He was so cute when he begged. "Please, I'll be so bored without you!"

"You have Miley."

"She's with Johnny. So please?" He gave me big eyes and a pouty lip. "Please?"

"Fine," I gave in.

"Yes!" he said, sitting down on the sand, away from the dancing. "Are you gonna play football?" He was referring to beach football, which was played at every one of Johnny's parties.

"It's for the guys, isn't it?" I sat down next to him.

"Well, yeah, but that's never stopped you before. You're better than half of them anyway."

"I don't think so. I have a really bad headache right now."

"I'll go get you some water." Oliver took off before I could answer.

"Thanks, Oliver." I smiled when he came back. He handed me the water, but then I saw that he had an amazing looking sundae in his hand.

"I also got you this. Your favorite sundae. Vanilla ice cream with hot fudge, caramel sauce, and M&Ms." Awe! He knew my favorite sundae! Too bad I couldn't eat it.

"Awe, thanks, Oliver! You're so sweet! But I'm really not hungry." I lied.

"How can you not be hungry? You didn't eat lunch, and you barely ate dinner."

"I don't know." I took a sip of my water.

"Will you just take one bite?"

"Oliver…"

"Please!" he gave me his puppy dog face again. "I got it for you."

"Just one." I said, figuring I'd take a tiny bit of ice cream.

Oliver dipped the spoon in the sundae, getting a little bit of everything in that one spoonful. "Here ya go."

I looked at the spoon in terror. "Uh…" I opened my mouth, thinking of what to say, but before I knew it, Oliver had stuck the spoon in my mouth.

I swallowed, because it was so good. You don't even understand. But as soon as I did, I regretted it. Maybe I should play football, just to work off the calories in that one spoonful.

"Was it good?" Oliver asked.

"Yes! It was amazing!" I couldn't even lie.

"So you want more?"

"No thanks."

"Come on, I can't eat this whole thing by myself." he wined.

"Oliver," I laughed and faced him. "Read my lips. No." He was about to say something, but Johnny's voice came out of the speakers.