Jealousy.
Okay, hi! I am not a big HM writer. This is only my second, so I would appreciate not yelling at me, although I will accept flames, but I will not pay too much attention to them. Anyways, I do watch a lot of the TV show, so that could help with the whole writing process. This is a Miley/Oliver pairing. And I will never, ever, never, ever, NEVER do a Lily/Jackson pairing, because that is just, ew. Okay, enough rambling about this, I'm sure you probably would like to read the story now, so here you go!
Miley woke up to the sound of her buzzing alarm clock. Great. Another Saturday. Another day of agony and pain, trying to hide her feelings. Oh, if only he knew. If only he felt the same way about her. If only, if only, if only- wait! What is she thinking! She sounds like a flippen Shakespeare person.
Miley shrugged her shoulders and commenced into her closet in a closet. Choosing an outfit, she studied herself in the mirror. Baggy shorts and a green tank. No, it would work on Lily. Not her. NEXT!
Her next choice was, well, better. It was a sort of Pink and White Cowgirl outfit, from the hat, down to the boots. You know, the mini-skirt, and the jacket, and the huge belt buckle.
Her next choice, now that was it. It was a pair of dark denim, laced up the side, capris, a pair of black and blue DC's, a tight-ish lilac purple sparkly shirt that said, "Flirtoligist" on the front, and that was it. Now, just picture…… BAM! Yes, now that works. Okay.
She brushed her hair and put it up, then down, then up, and then finally settled with down before going downstairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Oliver was standing there. She turned to her dad. "What is HE doing here!" she shrieked.
"Uh, Miley. I came to see if you wanted to go down to the bea-,"
"Yea, whatever." She turned back to her dad. "What is he doing here!"
"Uh, Miley." Oliver started again.
"Would you wait a minute? DAD! WHAT is HE doing here!"
"Well, hun, he's trying to tell you, but you're too busy trying to yell at me."
"Ohh, right." She bounced back around. "Sooooo, Oliver……… What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go down to the beach."
"Oh, sure."
"I like your outfit."
Miley blushed a little. "Thanks."
From over at the island in their kitchen, Jackson said. "Ooohhh, Oliver and Miley, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Shut up, Jackson!"
"Shut up, Jackson!"
"Shut up, Jackson!"
All three of them said at the same time. Jackson just laughed and walked out the door, singing to himself.
"Just ignore him, Oliver." Miley told him.
Down on the beach, Oliver and Miley were sitting at Rico's, sharing fries. They had somehow gotten into a discussion about Lily.
"I mean, she's so kool. You know, I think I'm going to learn how to skateboard." Miley was saying.
"Yea. Hey, Miley, can I ask you a question?"
"Yea, Oliver?"
"Well, there's this girl. And I really like her, and I want to ask her out, but I don't know what she'll say."
"Who is she?"
"I can't tell you."
"Well, Oliver. I think that any girl would be stupid to reject you." And they would also be stupid not to ask you themselves. She thought to herself.
"Thanks."
"No, prob."
"So, do you think she'll really say yes?" He turned and started to stir his milkshake.
"Who?"
"You." He looked up and into her eyes.
Miley was silent. She thought it might have been Lily. I mean, they were always whispering. She had seen them, they had had something. Or was she just making herself believe that, so that she wouldn't be so sad and disappointed when he did ask her out. Lily, I mean.
"I knew it. I knew it! I knew it was a stupid idea. I'm sorry, Miles."
He turned and started to walk off. She just sat there, looking like a dumb idiot. Then, a high-pitched, loud, shrieky, excited voice screeched in her ear. "Don't just sit there like a dumb idiot! Go after him! Moron!"
What would she do without Lily? She jumped up and grabbed Oliver by the arm. "Oliver, wait."
"What? I know, it was a stupid thing to say, and I should have never-,"
"Oliver, no. I, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to ask. Or for me to get the courage to ask you myself. I… I... yes."
He smiled. "Really?"
"Yea, Oliver. I just- I don't know."
Lily and Jackson were sitting at Rico's, Jackson singing to himself: "Miley and Oliver, sittin' in a tree……." And Lily was desperately trying to send Miley brainwaves saying, "Kiss him! Just kiss him already!"
"So, who do you think will start it?"
"Ugh, Jackson. Don't talk to me. And what are you talking about anyway?"
"Okay first you say, don't talk to me, and then you tell me to talk to you about talking. Weird."
"Shut up? And start what?"
"The kiss. They're obviously going to kiss."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm psychic."
"Whatever. And you don't know Miley like I do. I'm her best friend."
"I'm her brother."
"Like that matters. Besides. She doesn't like to rush things."
Hehe. Cliffy. So, please review. Pretty please? Thanks.
