a/n-sorry i didnt have this up yesterday, i tried but this error kept occurring. but we're good now so here's chapter 4. and remember, i do not think emily/lilly is fat at all. or anyone on the show for that matter. thanks 4 reviewing!

Chapter 4: Perfection

"Ok, boys! Listen up!" Johnny yelled, getting our attention. "We're playing football now! And if there are any lovely ladies that would like to cheer for us," he paused and winked at Miley, "we would very much appreciate it. By the way, there will be fireworks later!"

"I think I will play." I stood up.

"Are you sure? You don't still have a headache?"

"I'm good now." I lied.

"Alright, tell me if you're not feeling good though."

"I will."

"Well then, let's go play some football." We stood up and walked over to the boys. They didn't treat me like I was some little girly girl who was afraid to tackle. They weren't afraid to tackle me either. They liked having me on their teams, 'cause I have to admit, I am pretty good. And they knew it.

We split into teams, but Oliver and I weren't on the same one. Oh well, all the more reason to tackle him. Haha, just kidding…but seriously. I had a lot of fun playing, and Miley was cheering really loud for me. But I was getting really dizzy. I felt like I was gonna faint, so I sat out before I could.

"Tired, Truscott?" Ashley asked, coming up to me. "Maybe if you were in shape you'd still be out there."

"Shut-up, Ashley! We're like the same size!" I tried to defend myself.

"Ew! Yeah right! I don't have a football player's body, like you do."

Before I could say something to offend them, they walked off. Soon enough, the game was over. I don't know who won because I wasn't really paying attention to it. I was looking at my thighs.

Oliver sat down next to me. "You, Ok?"

"Yeah." I said, looking up.

"Why'd you sit out?"

"I felt really dizzy."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Nah, I want to see the fireworks."

"I'm really worried about you. Are you sure you're not sick? You're still pale…"

"Oliver, I'm great." I reassured him. "Stop worrying! I'd tell you if I was sick, wouldn't I?"

"I guess so." Oliver said. I really was fine. I get dizzy a lot, it's nothing new.

"Good." I replied. "Now what should we do before the fireworks?"

Oliver shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

"Where'd Miley go?" I asked. Oliver pointed to 'the dancers', where Miley and Johnny were grinding. "Oh." I said. Miley was so skinny. She didn't have to be self-conscious about anything. "She's so perfect." I accidentally said out loud.

"What? Lil, no one's perfect."

"Miley is. She's skinny, she sings, she dances, she's beautiful, she's skinny, she's tall, she's smart, she's funny, and she's skinny…I'm surprised it took Johnny this long to like her. I'm surprised you're not trying to get with her." I tried to laugh, but I was completely serious.

"She's not perfect, Lil. And I'm not trying to get with her because I don't like her like that."

"Why not? She is so perfect."

"Well then, I guess 'perfect' isn't my type. Not all guys like overly girly girls like her you know."

"Oliver, she's Hannah Montana!" I whispered. "It just doesn't get any more perfect than that. And you were in love with Hannah Montana."

"I was not in love. I had a stupid crush before I knew it was Miley. And Miley is not perfect, Lil. No one is."

"Thanks for trying, Oliver. But I've come to accept it, and you should too."

"Lilly you are so wrong! I-" but before Oliver could finish, Oliver's ex girlfriend came up to us.

"Hey, Oliver. Do you want to dance?" Becca Wellar asked.

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna sit here with Lilly." Oliver replied, causing me to smile. Becca and Oliver broke up a while ago because 'it wasn't working out'. They were friends though, but Oliver had no interest in her anymore.

"Ok, see you later." She walked off to go dance with Miley's ex-boyfriend Josh.

"Why didn't you dance with her?"

Oliver shrugged. "I felt like chillin' with you."

Then the newest kid, Jake Ryan, who was also a TV star that liked Miley, came up to us. "Hey, Lilly! Wanna dance?"

"No thanks." I said quickly.

"Alright, maybe I'll see you later." He quickly found another girl to dance with.

"Why didn't you dance with him?" Oliver asked me once he left.

"I felt like hanging out with you." I smiled, and so did he.

"Well, since you wanna hang out with me, and I wanna chill with you, and everyone else is dancing…do you maybe…possibly want to…ya know…dance…with me?"

He didn't know how long I'd been waiting for him to ask me that. "Yeah, I do." I smiled and we walked towards where everyone was. "Do it To It" by Cherish came on. So we grinded, but it wasn't awkward like you might think. It was fun. And I was glad we decided to dance instead of just watch everyone else. It wasn't the first time I danced with Oliver. In first grade, our moms made us dance at a birthday party, but that didn't really count. A couple months ago though, Lola (that's me) danced with Hannah's cousin Ozzy (who is really Oliver). That was the first real dance I had with him, because no slow songs ever came on, so we just grinded. And it wasn't awkward since we weren't being Lilly and Oliver, we were Lola and Ozzy.

"Burn" by Usher came on next, one of the best songs ever made. Old, but great. So we slow-danced to that. It was great! I like him so much, so I felt like I would die while I was dancing with him. As the songs went on, I was getting really tired. More tired than usual. And Oliver noticed.

"You alright?" he asked in my ear, so he could be heard over the loud music.

"Yeah, just tired."

"You wanna sit this one out?"

"If you don't mind."

"Not at all." He took my hand and led me out of the crowd of people, where we lay on the beach and looked up at the sky.

"Oliver!" a familiar voice shouted and we sat up. It was Amber and Ashley.

"What?" Oliver asked with attitude once he realized who it was.

"Why were you dancing with this whale?" Amber asked. My mouth dropped open.

"First of all, Lilly is skinnier than you. Second, everyone hates you, Amber!" Oliver said annoyed. "Everyone hates both of you! You have no friends! Just shut-up and go do your little finger thing! And if you weren't a girl, I'd punch you. But I'm a nice guy, so I won't. And if you ever come near Lilly again, I'll sick Olga on you." Oliver growled at them and they were shocked. Olga was this Russian body-builder girl at our school, and she could kick anyone's ass. She would do anything for Oliver 'cause she fell once and landed on him, but she thought he saved her life.

Amber and Ashley were still standing there, their mouths hanging open. "Dude, leave!" Oliver ordered.

"Don't call us 'dude'!" Ashley was offended.

"And you can't talk to us like that!" Amber said.

"If you're not gonna go find friends, at least get a life!" he yelled, and they finally left. "Oh my gosh, how does it take them so long to understand something?"

I laughed quietly, but I was still hurt by what they said. I guess Oliver knew that I was hurting too, 'cause he put his arm around me.

"Lilly, do me a favor and don't listen to anything they say."

"Oliver, it's true."

"WHAT!" he screamed, taking his arm off my shoulder.

"Can we just talk about something else?"

"Lilly, I-"

"Please."

Oliver still had a shocked look on his face, but he nodded. "Fine."