A/N: Yeah… here's chapter 5 and I hope you won't really hate it. Please, please review afterwards. Gah, I'm suffering from writer's block… again! Thanks for all the reviews I've been receiving… I'm really glad you liked the last chapter… I have more Loliver to share!! I hope you like the Jiley too…

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

The Other Side

Splashes

(Jake's POV)

Malibu is really not what I expected it to be. I was quite expecting the place to be boring and dull and everything that will make me miss the hectic-ness of my old life. So far, it's been really interesting.

My classes were not bummer (yet). My house is devoid of any curses, death threats, pieces of plates and vases that cost a fortune littered on the floor, hand pointing, and faces red with rage. Really, I didn't quite understand why my parents didn't think of my move to Malibu any sooner. And the crazy mob of fans – well, let's face it – it'll only go away when I'm old and wrinkly. Though, if you ask me, I'll be the hottest seventy-year-old ever!

I nervously glanced sideward to where Miley was sitting beside me. I absentmindedly thought that she'll be hearing my thoughts about me being hot and all and then she'll be stuffing sand down my throat like she would stuff a turkey. I shook my head slightly; of course she couldn't do that!

I never guessed this day would end this way. I mean, I started this day with Miley wanting to rip my head off and now – viola! I'm sitting here on the warm sand, watching the sunset with her – as cheesy as it may sound… and it is doing neither of us harm.

Miley stood up beside me so suddenly that it sent sand showering on me. My thoughts about her mind reading ability was suddenly forced back on and I raised my arms over my face and closed my eyes. I inwardly winced and waited but the pain – or whatever I expected Miley to do – never came. Instead, she was running. Running away??

I watched dumbfounded as she raced nearer to the edge of the shore and stopped, beckoning me towards her. I only stared at her. Was she calling me?

I saw Miley shake her head, sending her wavy brown hair flying side to side. She cupped her hands near her mouth, forming a megaphone-like shape around her mouth and shouted my name.

"Jake, come over here!"

I chuckled and got up, brushing sand off of my shorts. I walked to her and she grabbed my hand, dragging me to the water. We weren't in too deep, the water just reached our ankles.

"The water's nice, isn't it?" Miley asked. I looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah," I said. She nodded.

"It'll be nicer if it's a little warmer, though – mind you, the water is cold," Miley said.

"Yeah, I guess now that I'm here – it will be. I'm hot," I said happily. Miley turned to face me and grimaced deeply.

"Ugh! You're never gonna change, Jake Ryan!" she said. She bent down low and cupped water in her hands, sending wave after wave of water spraying all over me. I heard her laugh loudly as I spit sea water out and mopped my wet hair out of my eyes. I felt my cheeks redden as she doubled up in laughter.

"You're gonna pay for that, Stewart!" I roared boyishly before throwing her over my shoulder and running farther away from the shore.

"Put me down this instant, Ryan!!" she screamed, drumming her fists against my back. I, on the other hand, just gave an evil laugh – you know, like those given by villains, the 'Mwahahahahaha!' kind.

At a good distance, where the water reached my waist, I dunked her unceremoniously into the water, creating a great splash. I smiled at her when she emerged a second later, gasping and stuttering.

"Jake!!"

I laughed out loud and held out my hand for her to take. She eyed it for a moment then she smirked and yanked it hard – really hard – and the next thing I knew, I was under the water with her small hand over my head, pushing me further down. Gosh, for a girl this petite, that was pretty strong. That girl is evil, I tell you – evil!

This time, I was the one who emerged panting from the lack of air and she was the one laughing her head off. I just stood up, cupped my hands, and started splashing her with water. Miley shrieked in shock and started doing the same.

(Lilly's POV)

"Come on, Lilly!" I heard Oliver bellow from somewhere. I just shook my head and grabbed a scrunchie from my shorts pocket. I sighed as I pulled my long dirty blonde hair into a high ponytail and looked over to the ocean. Where the hell did Miley Stewart go? Ugh! I hope she didn't go into one of her "Get Lilly and Oliver Together" schemes.

I sighed deeply. I really appreciate it that Miley wants Oliver and me to be together but, considering how dense, immature, and totally oblivious Oliver is, I know it's never going to work.

To tell you the truth, I kinda have liked Oliver Oken since I met him on the first day of pre-school. Yeah, it's been that long. I mean, yeah, we've been best friends since we practically grew up together here in Malibu. I knew everything about him – his favorite color, the bands he likes, how he likes his burger done, what he likes to sleep in – everything! To some people, Oliver is just, I dunno – weird, I guess. But as for me, from the tips of his unruly dark hair to his unique attitude, I simply – find him adorable.

Ugh! I'm just so hang up on him. I just can't help it anymore! But, I know he'll never ever notice me. I mean, would he? Would he prefer me over all the other girls in the world – well, not world, but just, you know, Malibu? I'm plain and chubby and hyper and… and – see, I'm even running out adjectives to describe myself.

The point is – "Lilly plus Oliver equals Love" nth episode is never going to work. So yeah, Miley Stewart, you can give up any time now.

Where was she?

I whipped around at the sound of a shriek – of amusement. In an instant, I knew it was Miley. How could I miss it? She has been my best friend since forever and I already know her like the back of my hand.

And she was enjoying herself… with Jake Ryan? The Jake Ryan! I mean, how could she not bring me along? I'm her best friend and I'm his biggest fan! I have posters of him in my bathr – er – now's not the time for my Ryan fan girl episodes.

I thought she hated him? Gah, she's so confusing you know. Earlier today, she's wanted to rip his head off and feed it to the sharks. Actually, I think she's been plotting his downfall the moment the school janitor demolished Miley's locker. And now – now – oh no! Watch, out Jake! Oh, she just playfully slapped his cheek… and, hey, is Miley giggling? Ugh, and she thinks I'm star struck.

Aw, Miley and Jake, playing in the water with the sunset as background. The splashes they create just beautify the whole scene – you know, just like little crystals splashing around them. Isn't it romantic? Sigh, if only Oliver and I could be in an exact scenario – the cool water, the gusty breeze of the wind, the touches here and there…

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

I shrieked as a heavy hand dropped on my shoulder. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle any curse words making their way out of my system and whirled around to see Oliver gawking at me.

"What's gotten into you, Truscott? I have been calling you a couple of times for the last five minutes and you seem spaced out or something. I thought that that Frisbee hit you and caused severe head trauma or something," he said, eyeing a red flat disk that landed a few feet from where I was standing.

A dark-haired boy came rushing towards us and picked the Frisbee from where it landed and gave me a wink before walking away. Hmm, he's cute, too, mind you. Oliver mumbled something under his breath that sounded very much like "reckless asshole" but knowing how my imagination can be, it might as well be as true as the tooth fairy getting married to Santa Clause, which, by the way, will never happen because he's married to Mrs. Claus. If in case they did get married, that'll set a bad example to the kinds and none of them would want to be good during Christmas season.

"Aw, look at Miley and Jake. Ain't they sweet or what?" I happily gushed out and looked over again to where the two were standing.

"Pffft, that's sissy… it looks like a scene from those soap operas my mother watches," Oliver said with a roll of his gorgeous blue eyes. Sigh, they're so deep and blue and – crap, focus!

I shoved him and Oliver instantly stumbled. Wimp!

"Hey, watch it! My frame's delicate. You are so violent," Oliver stated. I just rolled my eyes and slapped him hard on the arm.

"Lilly!"

"Stop being a donut, donut!"

I hit him playfully in the arm again, creating a loud smack. Oliver groaned and rubbed his arm.

"Lilly, you're going to break me!"

I just rolled my eyes and sighed. Oliver is just so – Oliver! I pulled my shirt off me revealing the black bikini top I was wearing underneath and tightened my ponytail. I saw Oliver looking at me and I immediately blushed deeply. What? I was feeling very self-conscious!

"Shall we hit the waves?" I asked with a smile. Oliver returned it with his own goofy lopsided grin and crouched low so I could climb on his back. Yay! Piggyback ride!!

"We shall!" he said with a chuckle as I jumped onto his back. I giggled madly – yes, that's giggle madly – as he rushed forward, going in circles and zigzags, dropping me of to the spot where he left our surfboards.

"Ugh, Lillian, you need to lose weight!"

I stuttered incoherently and swatted him on the arm with all my might. Hey, he should know that weight is a BIG issue to girls! Sigh, well, yet again, it is Oliver Oken. The boy's denser than oil on water.

"That's just mean Oken!" I yelled at him with another swat on the arm. I huffed and glared at him. He, on the other hand, just smiled at me and slung an arm around my shoulder and he pinched my cheek with his other hand.

"Aw, I'm just kidding, Lils… you're perfect the way you are," he said with a smile.

My mouth fell open and heat rushed to my cheeks. Someone pinch me! I'm dreaming – again!

I blinked.

Then blinked again…

I watched Oliver for a moment. He was walking towards the ocean with his surfboard. He turned around and beckoned me over. Did that really happen? Oliver Oken, donut boy, said that – to me? Whoa, when did stuttering 'Smokin' Oken' become the master of compliments?

And he said it to me! Lilly Truscott, his best friend!

That's – surprising and… well… oh no, a wave of the girly giggles again!!!!

What have you done to me, Oken??

TBC

A/N: aw, I just love Lilly and Oliver… heehee… well, I hope you review….. till next chapter (which will probably be longer and better)!!!