Chapter Two – Oliver

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Oliver "Smokin' Oken" Oken walked home, his hands in his pockets. Nobody knew how he felt right now, though if he told someone, they wouldn't believe it anyway.

Oliver was in love. And not in love with someone he didn't know. Oh no, this was much worse. He was in love with his best friend Miley. And he had just become aware of his feelings recently.

It had all happened yesterday. Miley had been walking down the hall at school, waving her hair mindlessly around. Amber, being the snob she is, stuck out her little pink stiletto to trip Miley, or, well, anybody, for that matter. Miley tripped and fell, and before she could yell some insult at Amber, Oliver and Lilly ran over to help her up. Oliver grabbed her right arm and Lilly her left. They grabbed her arms and Miley had just happened to turn her head to her right. Oliver, for what seemed like the first time, noticed her gorgeous eyes. He began to feel his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing.

Man she's pretty, he thought. Wait, why do I feel this way? I mean, come on, she's Miley….

"Oliver! Come on, Oliver, help me!" He suddenly burst out of his fantasy to help Lilly pick Miley up.

"Thanks, guys," Miley said. Then, she turned and walked to class, Lilly at her heels, before Oliver had a chance to say anything.

Since then, Oliver had been trying to tell Miley at every chance possible how he felt, but he was never successful. Something always seemed to distract them, or Miley would have to go somewhere.

When Oliver reached his house, he had a brilliant idea. Maybe I'll call her! Why didn't I think of this before? What else would she be doing on a Thursday afternoon besides hanging out at home?

When Oliver got inside his house, he ran up to his bedroom to call Miley. He punched in her number, which he knew by heart. Oliver listened to the ringing on the other end.

"Hello?" Miley's voice spoke on the other end. Even though he had heard her talk millions of times, her voice sounded like an angel chorus singing right now. Had it always sounded like this?

"Hey, Miley, it's Oliver," he said. His body was shaking and sweating up a storm.

"Listen," he said. "I have to tell you something…."

"Well, Oliver, can you tell me later? I'm kinda busy."

"Oh, uh, okay. See you tomorrow."

"Bye!"

As Oliver hung up the phone, he felt incomplete. Why had he blown his chance? Why?!? Would he ever tell her how he felt??