A/N: Ok, here's the next half! This chapter is definitely rated 't' so like I said before, read at your own risk, but please enjoy and review!
Friday's school day went on uneventful; Lilly and Miley completely ignored each other, and Oliver and Miley talked and laughed together.
Towards the end of the day, Oliver pulled Miley aside off to an unused hallway. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and brought his face close to her ear.
"Tonight, six o'clock, the beach. Bring your swimsuit."
Miley giggled. "You've got yourself a deal!" She exclaimed happily.
At four o' clock, Miley began getting ready. Since she knew she'd be going in the water, she didn't bother to do much with her hair or makeup. Simple eyeliner and a simple ponytail. As for the bathing suit, it took her a while to pick the perfect one.
She finally decided on a brown bikini with a pink flower on the right. The bottoms were brown.
She pulled a short jean skirt over her bottoms and a light white cover up shirt over the top. She made sure everything looked ok, and then headed out to the beach.
When she stepped outside, the sun was still out, and it looked like they had at least another hour before it started to set.
She spotted Oliver sitting on a blanket about fifty feet away. She started towards him.
When se got a little closer, she noticed that he had a big picnic basket, and candles set up. They were giving off a very faint light, so Miley could barely tell they were lit. She was astounded with what she saw. It was amazingly romantic, and she always thought Oliver would be hopeless in that category.
He stood up and took her in his arms. "Happy Anniversary!" He said to her. She could only smile.
Oliver reached over to his picnic basket and began unloading it.
"Now, I know it's probably really cheesy, but I wanted to be romantic." He pulled out a bottle of sparkling cider, and two glasses. "My parents wouldn't let me have real champagne, so this will have to be close enough." He poured it into the two glasses, and set them down. He also packed chicken salad sandwiches, chips, and other various small snacks. Miley rolled her eyes.
He's still the same old Oliver with the dinner.
They drank the sparkling cider, and started on the sandwiches, sitting close.
"I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me." Miley said as she leaned closer to him, so she was leaning right up against him.
"I'd do anything for you." Oliver replied.
"Really? Would you jump off a building for me?" Miley asked playfully.
Oliver smiled. "Only if you were standing at the bottom waiting for me."
They finished dinner, and sat together, full and content. After a little while, Oliver looked at Miley. "I was planning on watching the sunset, and it looks like we still have at least half an hour. Wanna swim?"
Miley didn't need to be asked twice. She slid out of her skirt, and pulled off her cover up, as Oliver pulled off his shirt.
For a minute they just stared at each other.
"What?" Miley asked him, spinning to the side slightly, to hide herself.
"Nothing it's just, I never really noticed until now how much you……………………filled out within the past two years."
Miley blushed. "Well, what about you, Mr. Muscle?" she retorted, admiring his filled out arms and his stomach muscles.
"Yeah, I've worked out since I was 14 you know" He said as he grinned at her.
He got a flirty-playful look in his eyes, and started running at her.
She squealed and ran towards the water, giggling.
It didn't take him long to catch up to her, and she started splashing him.
They continued splashing and tackling each other for several minutes, until their bodies were extremely close, and they were both gasping for breath.
Oliver stopped and looked into Miley's grey eyes with a mixture of fondness and lust. He slowly lifted her up so she was almost out of the water, and placed her legs on his hips.
Holding onto her waist, he began to kiss her.
The kiss was amazingly deep and sexy, increasing in passion by the second. Oliver slowly slid his hands under her supporting her bottom. He loved the feeling of it. He massaged it gently.
She moaned into the kiss, and ran her hands through his hair and on his cheeks.
She slowly slipped out of his grasp, and when se found her feet, she pushed him backwards.
She jumped on top of him, and hungrily kissed him more.
After only a few more minutes of it, Oliver lifted her back up, carried her back up onto the blanket, and got on top of her.
It was the sexiest make out session they had shared so far. It lasted right up until sunset when they stopped and curled up on the blanket together.
Oliver turned to her, and pulled out a small box. "Here, I got you a gift too." She hastily unwrapped it, and opened it. Inside was a silver ring, with a gorgeous blue stone. It was almost the exact same color as her eyes.
As he helped her slip it on her finger, tears came to her eyes. "Oh Oliver, It's beautiful!"
She softly touched his face, and kissed him gently.
"Miley, I don't know how much this means to you, seeing as we're only sixteen, but I just want you to know that I love you."
Miley smiled at him. "Oliver, I love you too, and I'd do anything for you."
"Really, well would you jump off the Golden gate bridge into the ocean for me?" He asked.
She smiled and laughed softly. "Only if you were there to catch me."
A/N: No, I'm not ending it here; we still have some unfinished business to take care of, don't we? ;-) hope you liked it!
