Eighth World Wonder

Disclaimer: The 'Hannah Montana' characters do not belong to me. At all.

Author's Note: Wow, thank you so much for all of the lovely people that gave me a review! I got TEN! They really do make me do the little happy dance, so…thanks! Also, thanks to everyone who added this story to their alerts and favorite lists; much appreciated!


After Miley and Lilly had finished their breakfast, taken their morning showers, and gotten dressed, they decided to spend their day (and all of their pocket money) at the mall.

"Let's call Oliver and drag him into all the clothes stores!" Lilly suggested with her usual hyperness. At the sound of his name, Miley fought to keep a normal facial skin tone.

"Yeah, okay! Here, you call him," she responded by throwing her cell phone to Lilly, who caught it easily but raised an eyebrow at Miley. 'Man, I hope she isn't getting suspicious or anything,' Miley thought desperately. The last thing she needed was to tell Lilly, or anybody for that matter, about the embarrassing dream with Oliver. 'Especially that part where I actually felt Oliver's…ugh! Sick! He's one of your best friends! Stop thinking about that, Miley!' She scolded herself silently.

"Um, Miley?" Lilly spoke up, once again bringing Miley back from being lost in her own thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Is there any specific reason why you want me to call Oliver on your Hannah phone?" she asked while waving the hot pink Sidekick. Miley, realizing her lack of attention, caught her mistake and laughed forcefully.

"Oh, ha! Sorry, catch!" Miley grabbed her silver flip phone and tossed it to her friend. Lilly caught it again with athletic grace and pressed the third speed dial setting. She wondered why Miley was acting so strange. 'What the heck was it about, anyway?' Lilly, who was convinced it had to do something with the dream, questioned herself mentally. She glanced over at Miley, who was sitting on the couch whilst trying to find something good to watch on TV.

"Hey, Miley!" Oliver picked up his cell and answered.

"Hey, Oliver! This is Lilly," she responded, "Miley and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the mall today."

"Sure, what time?"

Lilly checked the wall clock; it was twelve forty-five. "How about one o'clock at the usual spot next to the fountain?"

"Alright, see ya!"

"Okay, bye!" Lilly disconnected the call and flung the phone back to the owner. Miley lunged to catch it, but missed by two inches and the phone fell with a soft "thump" onto the couch. "You need practice," Lilly commented.

"Haha," Miley replied sarcastically. She turned off the TV and got up from the couch. "Come on, let's go!" she announced in an effort to sound like her normal self. 'Alright, Miley. No more daydreaming! And definitely no more blushing…' she coached herself.

Lilly walked around the couch to grab her skateboard. "To the mall!" she cried. She got on her board and rolled out the door with Miley jogging not too far behind.

.Three hours later.

"That was SO much fun! Miley, those shoes are so cute!" Lilly exclaimed as she skateboarded into Miley's house. A grin formed on her best friend's face.

"I know! I absolutely love them! Oh! I really liked that teal tank top you got!" Miley gushed enthusiastically while walking in her new sandals next to Lilly.

"Mmph!"

Lilly glanced over at Miley. "Did you just hear something?"

"Yeah…hmm. Weird," Miley replied while vaguely thinking if she had forgotten something.

"Wait a second. Where's Oliver?" Lilly asked.

"You guys!" Oliver groaned as he stumbled in the doorway, holding about thirteen shopping bags. The girls immediately wore identical sheepish smiles as they watched him stagger in with their purchases.

"Woops, sorry!" Miley said to him, trying to be helpful.

"Yeah, uh-huh," Oliver grumbled. He was just about to drop all of the bags onto the couch when his foot got caught on Lilly's skateboard.

"Watch out!" Both the girls yelled; but yelled too late.

"WOAH!" Oliver shouted before he tripped and fell just two feet short from the couch. Miley and Lilly exchanged worried glances before scrambling to help him up.

"Oliver, are you okay?" Lilly asked him while trying to hold back laughter. She only received a grunt of pain in reply. Miley bent down to pry the shopping bags from his hands so he could get up easier. Her hand brushed against Oliver's and she suddenly felt the same hot, intense sensation shooting through her body from the dream. Panicking, she immediately snatched her hand away as if she had gotten burnt. Miley then realized what she had just done and blushed with embarrassment. Oliver, currently being a donut in physical pain, didn't seem to notice; but Lilly was watching the whole thing.

"Miley, are you okay?" she asked quizzically. 'She is acting so strange,' she thought. Miley quickly looked at her.

"Oh, uh, yeah! Definitely," Miley confirmed, but she was scolding herself in the inside, 'God, what is wrong with me? It's not like that was the first time I touched his skin or anything like that; I mean, we even hug! Why am I feeling this way all of the sudden?'

"Hey, uh, Miley?" Oliver spoke up. Miley jumped slightly, which earned an odd look from him.

"What?"

"A little help?" his left arm was already around Lilly's neck as a makeshift crutch.

"O-Oh, right!" Miley said as she tried her best to hide her hesitant, awkward attitude and walked up to him. She mentally took a deep breath as she grabbed his right arm and put it around her neck. Already starting to feel her face burn, she struggled to focus deeply on something else in order to take her mind off of her current situation. Miley thought about the seven hundred-word English essay. It had been assigned almost an entire week ago; but she still has yet to even start it, despite the fact that it was due on Monday. A look of disgust appeared on her face and she felt instantly better that she was no longer blushing. 'Hey, this is working!' Miley cheered to herself on the inside.

"Miley!" both Oliver and Lilly said loudly. Miley looked at them, startled. Realizing that she had zoned out once again, Miley gave them her full attention.

"Sorry!" she apologized. Her two best friends sighed wearily.

"You can let go of Oliver now," Lilly told her.

"…Right," Miley muttered as she mentally smacked herself and released her grip on Oliver's arm that was around her neck.

"Why were you looking at me weird, Miley?" Oliver, although relieved that he was finally free, questioned her with concern.

"What do you mean?" Miley said, confused. Lilly took this moment to mimic the look of repulsion that was on her best friend's face during her latest daydream.

"Do I have something on my face?" Oliver asked worriedly. He started feeling around his face with his hands.

"No! I was thinking about something else! You look great as always, Oliver" Miley explained without thinking, only to immediately clap her hand to her mouth. Lilly gasped. Oliver's eyes went wide. 'Great,' Miley inwardly groaned at her own big mouth.

"I mean, Oliver-" she attempted to clarify before she got cut off by Oliver himself. The shock has begun to wear off and he grinned brashly.

"Say no more, Miley! I'm not called, ahem, Smokin' Oken for nothing!" he said with a wink. The girls groaned audibly.

"Great, Miley! You fed his ego!" Lilly rolled her eyes. Miley looked guilty for her, but she felt extremely glad that Oliver didn't suspect anything. In fact, Miley was so caught up (yet again) at how relieved she was that the look of hurt in Lilly's blue eyes went unnoticed.


Author's Note: Aahhh! Finally done with chapter 2! I realize that this wasn't my best and it wasn't the most interesting chapter, but think of it as kind of a filler for the next big scene. Thanks for reading; review and tell me what you think!