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A/N: Meh. Go Ollie! Both of them. Oh, and I'm sorry about ANY errors. I'm rushing to post this up today. Keeping to my schedule. A chapter a day.

Tuesday

Second day of lessons, and it was a fine day. That is, until Miley started skateboarding. Oliver had decided that Miley had mastered the art of moving forwards and stopping. Time to move on to the bigger things. Tricks.

"How about we start with the 'ollie'?"

"The.." She stiffled a laugh. "Ollie? Is there a reason why you chose that?"

"What? It's the easiest thing to learn. And, when you've got Oliver teaching you the 'ollie' you'll master it in no time at all." At that, she couldn't contain her laughter, and doubled over. He waited patiently for it to subside.

"Okay. So, explain."

"Well, not much to explain. It's basically a move where you jump. Here, let me show you." He picked up his skateboard, and moved further away. He skated around, gaining a little speed. "Now watch, closely," he called. He bent down a little and put some weight on his back foot, and then jumped, making sure to bend his knees to get more air. He reverted the board, turning to face her.

"That seems easy."

"Right. Everything's not what it seems. It looks easy, but when I tried it the first time, I was horrible."

"And you're not now?" She attempted to keep a straight face, but Oliver could tell she wasn't serious.

"Riiiight.. And who's been skateboarding since he was 5?"

"You."

"And who's teaching you how to skateboard?"

"You."

"And who's the hottest guy in this skate park?"

"Yo--," she paused. He nudged her.

"Yesss?"

"Well, actually, I've always thought of Nick Jonas or Zac Efron as pretty hot," she said jokingly. He resisted the urge to throw up.

"I don't think so, Miles. Those guys probably would never set foot in a skate park. Too busy worrying about helmet hair.. Not that Zac Efron would mind. It seems like he almost does." This time, Oliver really did roll his eyes.

"I bet you're just jealous."

"What? Pffft, Psh. Psh. Me? Jealous?" He scoffed. "Anyways. Let's get back to the lesson," he said briskly. She raised her eyebrows, eyeing suspiciously. Weird. He didn't seem to notice though. The whole 2 hours passed by without any incident. The 'ollie' turned out to be pretty easy for Miley. Oliver was surprised. Maybe she was natural. He didn't know why he felt jealous. It wasn't like they were dating or anything, so he really didn't have the right to be jealous. Besides, it wasn't like she would actually fall for a cocky celeb.

"Great job today, Miles," he said giving her a quick hug. He was really proud of her, satisfied that he could teach her something. They left the park, swiftly, making sure not to stop by the rowdy group of boys. He swore he heard them wolf-whistling as they walked by. He felt his temper rise and his face heat up. Miley wove her arm around his consolingly. She found it sweet that he was so protective, making her like him even more. She groaned slightly as her leg started to cramp.

"Ow, ow, ow." She dropped her skateboard, clutching at her leg. Oliver turned to her immediately.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I think my leg's cramping. I think I jumped too much."

"Oh. Sorry. I should've made you stretch a little."

"You're telling me this now?" She asked, using that 'tone'. He winced, but bent down to her level. He knew how she felt. Painful.

"Here," he said turning around. He handed her both skateboards to carry, while indicating that she should get on his back. She blinked at him.

"What are you doing? Are you expecting me to carry all this," she said, gesturing to the skateboards. "When I have a cramp in my calf?" All heads in the vicinity turned to Oliver.

"No... I'm gonna let you ride on my back."

"Let me think about that.. NO!"

"Yes."

"No."

"Fine." She looked surprised.

"You're giving in already? Okay." She attempted to get up, but before she could, he slipped his head under her arm, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lifted her up, surprised at how light she was. She immediately started protesting. "What-- What are you doing?! Put me down! Down I tell you!" She started hitting his back with the skateboard, but since she was holding one skateboard in each hand, she wasn't doing much damage. She continued, until they reached the beach.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to have to throw you in the water." The hitting ceased. But the comments were still running.

"You're gonna hurt yourself. Then, it'll be my fault."

"Have you weighed yourself lately? You're really light. I think you should eat more. Although, right now, I'm not complaining." He felt her sigh and stop altogether.

"Are we home yet?"

"Almost." He was starting to get a little tired, but he wasn't going to let her know that. When they reached her house, Oliver kicked on the door, wondering whether anybody was home. To Oliver's dismay, Mr. Stewart opened the door. He stared curiously, yet suspiciously.

"Oken, what are you doing to my daughter? Wait, what did you do? Start talking." Robbie Ray Stewart's glare would've melted Oliver, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was supporting both his, and Miley's weight.

"I'm not really sure how this looks right now, but I can explain."

"Alright.. But please do explain after you've put her down," he said pointing to the couch. Oliver could feel Miley laughing, as he then put her on the couch, as gently as possible. She coughed, keeping her head down. Oliver could tell she was still laughing at his fear of her father. "Now, son. Please explain why you were carrying her around." Mr. Stewart paused. "On second thought I don't want to know. Now son, please leave, I need to talk to Miley about something." Oliver left eagerly, picking up his skateboards on the way out.

"Bye, Miles." Robbie Ray shut the door, and turned to Miley.

"I didn't want to ask him, but I'm going to ask you. What happened?"

"Well, you see, daddy, I got Oliver to teach me how to skateboard."

"Skateboard? Why the sudden interest? You never wanted to before," he said. "Besides, you could've asked Lilly to teach you."

"I don't know, daddy. I just.. I just wanted to. And Lilly, I did ask her, but she didn't want to," Miley said half-truthfully.

"I still don't know about you going to the skate park. You could get hurt, darling."

"I'll be fine, daddy." Miley sighed. "You want to know why, daddy?" Her father nodded, wondering what the answer was. "Well, you see, let's say there's this boy," she said speaking to her converse. "Who is very clumsy, but still really cute," she said slowly. She said in a much quicker tone, "You get where I'm going daddy?"

"No, not really."

"Wellll, you see," she paused, thinking about how to explain. "Ilikeoliver," she blurted. She smacked herself. It came out sounding like 'I like all of her.'

"I thought you said it was a boy."

"Urgh! I like Oliver. I like Oliver Oken. A lot! Okay? I like him, and I don't know what to do!" She leaned into the cushion. She screamed into it. "I don't know what to do," she mumbled, and out came her puppy dog face.

"Maybe he likes you back?" Robbie Ray Stewart hadn't yet grasped the fact that his little girl was growing up and now, the reality hit him like a ton of bricks. She wasn't going to be a child forever. She needed to grow, and he would help her do just that.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," but still hugged her father anyways. "I guess it worked." Little did they know, that Oliver had heard every bit of Miley's little confession. He felt extremely light-headed and rushed home, well hobbled home. He dialed up Lilly.

"LILLY!"

"Whaf?"

"Spit the food out, I need your help."

"Now? Really? Oliver I don't want to do it right now.. I hate unclogging your toilet."

"What? No! It's about Miley."

"Oh really?" She sounded interested.

"She said she liked me. A lot."

"Well, tell her you like her back, you doofus."

"Well, she didn't tell me exactly. I overheard her telling her dad." He paused. "Why aren't you surprised?" She laughed.

"She told me already."

"Oh. So, what should I do?"

"Well, since she admitted she likes you, she's probably going to make a move."

"You think so?"

"There's something a girl just knows."

"Well, what should I do?"

"If you want, tell her how you feel."

"Now?"

"Well, I was going to suggest tomorrow, but okay. Now works."

"No, no, tomorrow works. Bye!" Click. Dial tone. Lilly glared into the receiver.

"No 'thank you'?" She went back to munching on chips. Ah, March Break was the best time for love.

My March Break has been really boring. Well, actually I've had fun writing this story. Yay me! (not to sound like London Tipton)