A/N: Yay alright! I'm pretty happy with the popularity of the first chapter of this story (it might not seem like a lot to you, but if you disagree, all you have to do is get your friends to R&R it), so I'm rolling out another chapter. I'd also thought I'd take the opportunity to tell all of you wonderful readers that if you like this story, go check out my other ones! And most importantly of all, enjoy (and also review, cuz let's be honest, that's probably more important than you enjoying it. Just kidding!)!
Oh, also, sorry if this chapter isn't super great. It's pretty much a filer.
Okay, rant over. Read on, chéries!
Chapter Two: Different
Oliver's prediction had been spot on: the next week of his life was horribly long and agonising. Much to his dismay, Jake really seemed to have turned over a new leaf, so he and the girls spent all their spare time seeing movies, going to the beach and even going shopping with Gramma Ryan. Jake had turned into a bloody saint.
Oh, joy.
"Oliver?" Miley asked, waving her hands in front of his frozen face. "Are you daydreaming about meatball subs again?"
"N-No," Oliver stuttered. He, Miley and Lily were sitting through another excruciatingly boring 3rd period English class. They only had two more left before finals, and exactly 14 more days until the most glorious of all grails: summer vacation. Two months of surfing, sleeping, hanging out with Miley and...
"You think Jake will still be in town when school lets out?" Lily whispered to Miley.
"I think so," Miley said, then giggled.
"What's so funny?" Oliver asked, annoyed.
"Nothing's funny," Lily explained. "She's laughing because he's cute. Boys..." She rolled her eyes.
"You're not going to..." Oliver said, staring blankly at Miley. "To...take him back, are you?"
"Sweet nibblets, I don't know!" Miley replied with an exasperated sigh. "I mean, I broke up with him because he was such an obnoxious self-centered drama king, but now he's all..."
"Sweet and perfect?" Lily added, smiling dreamily.
"If you like him so much, why don't you ask him out?" Miley joked.
"Good idea!" Oliver said seriously. Miley and Lily both gave him an odd look. "I was joking! Pshh...obviously..."
"Mr Oaken! Ms Stewart! Ms Truscott!" Mr Boring English Teacher (more commonly known as Mr Whitmore) barked. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
"No," the trio answered in unison.
"Then I suggest you keep it quiet," Mr Whitmore replied sternly. "I wouldn't want to have to give you a detention with only two weeks left of school." He turned back to the board and continued his incoherently boring lecture on the importance of good cheese...or good revision, whatever it was, no a soul in the class was paying attention to it.
"So are you going to give him second chance or not?" Lily demanded, once again ignoring the teacher and his futile dark glances.
"I think we're a little past second chance," Oliver said bitterly. "More like fifth...or was it seventh..."
"Don't be so harsh, Oliver," Miley said.
"Come on, Miley," Oliver said. "He hasn't changed. You know if you get back together with him it'll be the same as always. He's perfect at first, and then he's wearing stupid wigs and stealing water from little girls."
"You don't know that," Lily snapped.
"You don't know that I don't know that," Oliver retorted.
"What?" Miley said, clearly confused.
"Whatever," Lily said. "I think you should give him another chance."
"Who says he even wants another chance?" Oliver asked, not believing the words he was saying, and yet hoping desperately it were true.
"Oh, please," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "What do you think he came all the over here for? To see you, Oliver?"
"You think that's why he came back?" Miley wondered aloud.
"Um, hello?" Lily said. "Of course!"
"Exactly!" Oliver said, snapping his fingers as though he just realized something. "That's why he's here! That's why he's all nice and charming and all that junk! I bet he's gone through all the pretty girls in London and he wants another round with you!"
"God, Oliver," Miley said. "He's not a pig."
"Says you," Oliver muttered.
"Why do you care who I go out with anyway?" Miley snapped.
"Yeah," Lily said, agreeing with Miley. "Not jealous, are you?"
"Oh yeah," Oliver said sarcastically. "I'm so jealous of that meathead." But he knew that he was. After all, Jake Ryan had managed to win Miley's heart not once, but twice. And it looked like he was heading for number three.
"He is not a meathead," Miley said. "And you know what? If he wants to get back together, maybe I will." She turned away from Oliver and angrily opened her book.
Look who's the meathead now, nitwit.
Lily was leaning against the counter at Rico's, sipping a strawberry smoothie, letting the wind bow through her hair. Miley was at a photo shoot for Hannah, and Oliver was being a grouchy baby (just like he had been since Jake's arrival) and was pouting in his room, so Lily was alone.
"Hey Lily," Jackson said casually from behind the ledge. "Why aren't at the photo shoot with Miley?"
"I couldn't stay for the whole thing," Lily explained. "I had a dentist's appointment this morning and tonight I have to go to my grandparents' anniversary party."
"Ah, gotchya," Jackson said, nodding. "...So what's with Jake being back in town?"
"It's crazy, eh?" Lily said, taking a seat at the counter.
"Yeah," Jackson replied. "Why is he here anyway?"
"He says he's here on vacation," Lily said. "To spend time with his friends."
"And you don't believe him?" Jackson said, handing Lily a bottle of water.
"I don't know," Lily answered, opening the bottle and taking a sip. "He's all different now..."
"Yeah, that's what Dad said too," Jackson said. "He was over the other day when I was out with Cooper and Dad says he was really changed. Made Dad laugh."
"He's really mature and stuff now," Lily added.
"You think it's legit?"
"God, I hope so," Lily replied. "I mean, he's not that good an actor."
Jackson laughed. "Can't argue with you there."
Lily giggled. That was odd, she thought. He wasn't even being that funny. "I really think he's changed," Lily said, shaking off her doubts. "Oliver doesn't, though."
"No surprise there," Jackson said.
"What do you mean?" Lily asked, puzzled.
"Oh, come on, Lily," Jackson said, shaking his head in disappointment. "Oliver's been crushing on my baby sis forever."
"No," Lily said, taken aback. "No!"
"Yes, yes," Jackson replied. "You couldn't tell?"
"I mean, I know he was in love with Hannah Montana..." Lily stuttered. "But I never really thought...I know they're close...but he had a girlfriend...really?"
"I thought girls were more observant than guys," Jackson joked. "But then again, you're not all that girly."
"...What?" Lily said, slightly hurt by Jackson's comment. "Y-you don't think I'm girly? I'm plenty girly!"
"I was joking," Jackson quickly said, hoping to take back his words. "Plus, it doesn't really even matter if you're not girly."
"Yes it does," Lily replied, now sad. She had never been the girly type, and she had always felt disadvantaged by it. All the girly girls, including Miley, had always gotten more attention from boys.
"No it doesn't Lily," Jackson said softly. "You're totally cool just the way you are."
"R-really?"
"Of course," Jackson replied reassuringly. "Girly girls are such a hassle. They take forever to get ready...and they don't like cool stuff like surfing and skateboarding...all they want to do is shop and talk about their nails. You can never do anything fun with them."
"Angie Hathe is pretty girly," Lily said.
"Yes she is," Jackson said, trying to hide his disappointment.
"And she's you're girlfriend," Lily added.
"Yeah," Jackson replied, sighing. "I mean, she's hot and all, but I guess I'm looking for a girl I can actually have some fun with, you know?"
"Yeah," Lily said, suddenly finding herself blushing.
"Oh Jackson!" said a shrill and squeaky voice. A tall read head was waving frantically at Jackson as she walked up the beach to Rico's. "Hey, poo-bear!" She leaned over and kissed Jackson softly on the lips. She turned to Lily with a sour look on her face. "Who are you?"
"Ah..." Lily said awkwardly.
"This is Lily," Jackson replied. "She's Miley's best friend."
"A freshman, ew," Angie replied, wrinkling her nose. She turned back to Jackson. "So are we going to the mall after you're done work? I've got to tell you all about my new manicure. Check it out!" She put out hands so that Jackson could see her sparkly pink nails.
Lily rolled her eyes and giggled silently. "Bye Jackson," Lily said, leaving her best friend's brother to listen to the details of the perfect manicure.
A/N: Okey dokey! There's chapter two! I know there wasn't much Moliver or Jiley, but there'll be tons in chapter three; I guarantee it. So now, all you have to go and push the little purple button down there and review this chapter!
Okay random comment time: Has anybody gone to a concert on Paramore's 'The Final Riot!' tour? I went on Friday and it was amazing! Jack's Mannequin and Paper Route and Phantom Planet and Paramore were insane!
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