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Chapter 5 Unbelievable Dance

The party was crazy. Miley and I danced to the first few songs before we finally were spotted by some of the kids that actually go to our school. Apparently, Candace flew like a hundred people from New York. On my allowance, I couldn't even afford a bus ride to the next town.

"Whoa, is that Smiley and Lily?" I heard someone come up from behind the two of us.

"Hey Jake," Miley said flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes.

"That cannot be Lillian," He smiled at her.

"Excuse me, Lillian is like my great grandma," Jake rolled his eyes.

He changed the subject: "It's hard to go to parties, you know everyone chasing me-- not like you know about that Miley," I glanced at him. Jake was acting strange, stranger than normal. What was going on?

Miley's face portrayed a feeling of horror, and she rambled: "Of course not, I mean it's me, just Miley, just me, Miley, the girl with the funny name!"

I clamped a hand over her mouth: "Sorry Jake, we really need to go to the bathroom,"

Miley stared at me while we hid in the solitude of the large bathroom. "I think he knows,"

"What do you mean?" I whispered back.

"Where the moose are? Honestly Lily! I think Lola might have blown our cover!" She groaned.

"Are you blaming me? You know I would never do anything to blow your cover, I mean if I did, there wouldn't be a Miley to hang out with on weekends. There would be a Hannah who signed autographs and palled around with Amber and Ashley!"

"Lily you know I would never ditch you!" Miley exclaimed.

"Yeah," I bit my lip, "Let's go, this is my jam!"

We walked into the ballroom where My Happy Ending by Avril was blasting.

"Who names their kid Avril?" Miley joked as we danced together.

"Who names their kid Miley?" I mimicked.

A familiar scent, a familiar figure, and a familiar voice came over the music as it headed to us.

"Hey Miley, who's your-" He paused as I turned around: "Lily?"

I did admit I looked a little different. Instead of the one size too big shirts and sweatshirts or shrugs, I had borrowed one of "Hannah's" Shirts. It was a one-sleeved hot pink tank-top, and instead of skating shorts, or blue jeans, I was wearing a black see-through pair of leggings and black stiletto's. Oliver's eyes scanned my body, and I whacked his head. "Eyes up here donut!"

Oliver looked up at my made-up face without a tint of color in his cheeks, I noticed this quickly, realizing how right it felt.

"Where's Candace?" I continued, looking at my pedicured feet.

He laughed: "Making the rounds," He paused before looking into my blue eyes.

"Would you like to dance with me while she's gone?" Miley raised her eyebrows knowingly, before Oliver stuttered: "Of... course- you c-can come too, just J-Jake m-might kill m-ee," I shook my head to myself. I thought he wanted to dance with me.

"You two go have fun," Miley strutted off to god knows where.

I chewed on my lip, bubble-gum flavored lip-gloss tickling my tongue. Oliver looked equally as nervous and I thought to myself: Wouldn't Candace care about this? But I shook my head, we're just friends, Oliver and I, anyway.

Oliver offered his hand to me as the song Stickwitu started playing.

He draped his hands around my waist, and I, on his shoulders. His hips and mine swayed at perfect rhythm with each other. And as the song continued I didn't even realize anything else was there. It was just us. Oliver pulled my body closer to his, and I rested my hand on his shoulder. It wasn't weird, and somehow it felt, one again, natural.

Suddenly I felt a hand rip me away from Oliver:

"Ollie how could you! How could you dance with, with this tramp! This whore! This- and on my birthday!" Candace shouted, everyone's attention turned to the three of us, the music stopped, my jaw dropped.

"Candace she's my best friend!" Oliver answered, "We were just dancing! Don't call her a tramp, don't call her anything, you don't even know her!"

The tears stung my eyes and unable to hold them in, I let them run down my face and my feet run out the door. How could such a good plan, such a good dance, such a sweet night turn so sour?

"I forbid you from seeing her!" Candace screamed at Oliver. Miley's eyes scanned the crowd and settled on the doorway where Lily ran out. She turned her attention back to Oliver who's mouth quivered for just a second, before he opened his mouth and replied.