"Yep, I totally knew it!" Miley whispered. She glanced at Oliver, staring open-mouthed at the sight below.

"I don't believe it!"

"Neither do I."

"But you just said--"

"Forget about what I just said," Miley said, rolling her eyes. "Just look at them!"

"Do you really think it's fun to watch people make out with your brother?" Oliver mumbled. Miley chose to ignore the question.

Miley, Lilly and Oliver had just been to a charity concert, where Hannah rocked out to her newest songs and drank more than enough soda. Now, she and Oliver, who were supposedly brushing their teeth, were at the top of the Stewart's staircase, watching secretly as Lilly and Jackson kissed.

After a couple more moments of silence, Miley said:

"It is kina weird to see my brother, you know, making out with my best friend..." The corners of Miley's mouth tugged. Jackson had never been able to get a girlfriend and here he was--oh, wait! Was that--? Yes! They were french kissing, now!

A little intense for a first kiss, Miley thought, before realizing she had said it aloud. She blushed a little, not exactly knowing why. She was next to Oliver--her good friend Oliver.

Oliver smiled a little bit at Miley's comment. Miley let out a small, quiet burst of laughter. Oliver did, too. The boy and girl went into fits of laughter, trying so hard not to. But the couple below didn't seem to notice them at all...

"I never would've thought Lilly would've gotten an older guy--what am I saying?" Miley whispered, still concealing laughter.

"What's wrong with freshman guys?" It slipped from Oliver's mouth so smoothly, but at that moment, Miley and Oliver both stopped, and blushed.

"I donno," Miley said, making sure not to make eye contact with Oliver. They were silent, again, as they looked at Lilly and Jackson.

"Look," Oliver said, after a while. "They're getting really intense. Let's go into your room. I have a feeling they won't be done for a while."

Miley made a throw-up face, then smiled, nodded, and followed Oliver into her room.

"Oh, come on, that's just gross!" Miley stated.

"You have to do it or you get a worse dare!" Oliver's grin was evil as he pulled Miley up.

Miley grimaced, then went into the bathroom. She picked up a tube of Crest Toothpaste and winced again.

Miley and Oliver had decided to play Truth or Dare with just two people. It had been a whole 17 and a half minutes and still, Lilly and Jackson had not come upstairs.

"I'll make it a quarter if you give me some chocolate," Oliver said in a devil-ish voice. Miley groaned, stepped back into her room, pulled out a Hershey's Kiss, then re-entered the bathroom.

"Here," she said, slamming the candy into Oliver's hand. He laughed an his "evil" laugh, then folded his arms as Miley picked up the Crest: Nature's Expressions ( A/N: Hey, that's my favorite toothpaste!).

"You must eat a quarter of the toothpaste in that tube."

Miley raised the tube to her face and ate it as fast as she could, hoping that she wouldn't get sick on a weekend. The taste of the toothpaste was horrible, when it all came at you at once. When Miley finished she shuddered, slammed the toothpaste down, and said:

"I'll have a 'Citrus Clean Mint' smelling mouth for the rest of the week!" The two burst out laughing and when it subsided, Oliver said:

"Let me try some!"

"It's all gone," Miley said, leaning over the sink to spit some out. She smiled, loving the time that she was spending with Oliver. She had always spent time with Lilly, and with Lilly and Oliver, but never with just plain Oliver. This was fun. Miley admitted that she didn't know as much about Oliver as she had thought she did, and it was nice to learn.

"But I still wanna try some," Oliver said, his voice lowering a bit. Miley was confused at first, and then it hit her--hard. Her stomach turned around and swished and swirled, as, against her will, her head turned to face Oliver. There was a smile in her voice--and Miley didn't exactly know why. What was she thinking? Oliver was a friend! The word ran through her mind, echoing itself: friend! friend! friend! But she couldn't help it. Something inside of her was tingling, sort of growing up until it reached her...lips.

Oliver was closer now. Miley could feel his breath on her cheeks. It smelled like apples and oranges.

A pleasant smell, thought Miley. A voice inside her head was telling her stop! Stop! But the growing thing was stronger now, blocking out the rest of her mind. And it was a pleasant growing thing...sort of...a wise thought. Telling the other thoughts, "It's okay. She knows what to do. This is the right thing to do."

"I really want to try some," Oliver whispered. And then Miley felt it--a soft brush on the lips. Oliver was only testing it, trying it out, to see what it was like. But now the flower, the growing thing, had completely convinced Miley that this was right. So she wouldn't let him pull away. She brought her hands up to his cheeks, and pulled his lips back to hers, smiling into the kiss. Miley kissed tenderly, the lips crashing onto his, pressing hard, but gentle. She did it over and over again, and both pairs of lips fit in perfect place, as both of them were smiling. Miley didn't want to get serious like Lilly and Jackson--she just wanted to kiss, kiss, kiss...and that was, apparently, all right with Oliver

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