Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything.
Sorry about any errors. My bad. Ehhh.
Wednesday
"You know, the first time I saw a skateboard, I thought it was a giant nail file," Miley stated looking at the skateboard. Oliver snorted.
"Wow. You're such a girl." She shoved him lightly. He chuckled. "Besides how old were you? Five?"
"Actually I was 10."
"You hadn't seen a skateboard until you were 10?" He asked incredulously. "What? Jackson never skateboarded?" She scoffed, then burst into peals of laughter.
"Jackson? Skateboarding?" Her eyes were wide with amusement. "Those two should never have been put in the same sentence. His whole life, he spent reading comic books, and hitting on girls. Sorta like you," she added as an afterthought.
"Me? I hate comic books."
"Yes, but you do hit on girls. A lot," she pointed out in a matter-of-factly tone.
"They need a taste of Smokin' Oken." He saw a passing girl, and he had a no idea why, but he decided to hit on her. Actually, he didn't need to. She, surprisingly made her way towards them. He saw a trace of something flash across Miley's face.
"Hi there," Miley immediately hated her. Stupid voice. Stupid hair, ugh, stupid clothes. Who wore such short shorts?
"H-hey."
"You're Oliver Oken, aren't you? Or should I call you, Smokin' Oken," she said flirtatiously, tracing a finger across his shoulder. Miley held her helmet strap tightly, the material cutting through her skin. Oliver gaped at the unknown girl blankly, but composed himself quickly. He had noooo idea what he was doing. It didn't seem to cross his mind that Miley liked him and that he was probably making her very uncomfortable at that moment.
"Well, Smokin' Oken at your service, but just a question, how did you come across my name?"
"I've seen you around here, and I've really seen your skateboarding skills. They're just," she trailed off, twirling her hair. Miley snorted. Maybe a bit too loudly. They both turned to look at her, Oliver seeming to just remember that Miley was present. He looked surprised. The girl however, looked snobbish, and sneered at her. "Yeah, uh, who are you?' Miley stuck out a hand, smiling, but not sincerely.
"Miley Stewart. You are..?"
"Clarissa Davidson." She barely touched Miley's hand. She gave her the once over, and turned back to Oliver. "Yeah, so I was wondering, would you like to hit Rico's later?" Miley rolled her eyes. She stepped in again.
"He's busy," she said shortly.
"But, actually I-"
"What didn't I make clear? He's busy. Now, scatter!" Oliver looked even more surprised, even Miley looked surprised with herself. Clarissa rolled her eyes and turned around, but not before turning around, and telling Oliver to call her. She handed Oliver her phone number, and sneered once more at Miley. Miley noticed that she smiled mischeiviously, but obviously, Oliver didn't notice. He turned to look at Miley, shocked.
"What was that?" His voice was slightly raised. She flinched.
"Oliver, I have no idea why she came over here, but she didn't seem like good news."
"Let me decide whether she's good news or not. Besides, why did you care?" Oliver momentarily forgot that she liked him. He completely disregarded that.
"I just, I care about you."
"I care about you too, Miles, but seriously, don't get into my business." She looked down, and he felt bad.
"I care about you more than a friend. Much, much more. You're just.." Her voice was so soft, he barely heard her. It was then that he remembered that she did like him, and he felt stupid for not remembering that. His brain took some time to comprehend what she had just said, and his mouth took no time in moving.
"What? Woah, woah, woah.. I just.. What?" He realized how blunt that sounded, and wished in that moment that he could've rewinded time. She looked hurt.
"Nevermind. Look, I should just go, I mean, I need to do something. I'll see you tomorrow." Before he could say anything, she was off, and her face was red. She had just put her heart on the line, and he acted as if he didn't care. His brain started sending mixed commands, and he became confused. What else was new? He pulled out his cellphone and quickly entered her speed dial. He wasn't surprised when she didn't answer. He hit himself with his helmet, which he immediately regretted. He wobbled slightly, as he made his way out of the skate park.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow."
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Miley rubbed her eyes as she made her way home. Her feet dragged through the sand, while she was holding her shoes in her hands. She moved slowly past Rico's, barely paying any attention to anything around her, until she heard that stupid high pitched, 'ohmygosh everybody look over here' voice. She rolled her eyes, but was more alert when she heard hers and Oliver's names mentioned. She turned her head, so her face wouldn't be seen.
"Good job, toots. Tell me exactly how they looked."
"Well, the Oliver kid, he was all over me, didn't have a clue. Although, that Stewart girl, she seemed to know that something was up."
"Hmm, looks like she's smarter than I thought. Anyways, good job. Here's $20. Go buy yourself something pretty." Miley felt like socking him. That was all a prank? Well, at least she was right about the whole bad news thing. She continued dragging her feet home, putting on her shoes once she hit the pavement. Once she entered the coolness of her living room, she called Lilly.
" 'Ello."
"Hi."
"Miley? What's wrong? Why aren't you skateboarding with Oliver?" Miley wasn't sure what she was thinking at that moment. Her brain wasn't working, but her mouth seemed to take control. It moved like a motor, pouring out everything that had just happened, telling her best friend everything.
"--And then, I didn't know what to do after I heard them talking, so I just came home and called you." Miley looked around, checking to see whether her dad was around. She didn't feel like talking to him right now. He didn't seem to be around.
"Boy, when I see that little--, I'm just gonna pound him."
"Who? Oliver or Rico?" Lilly was silent for a little bit.
"Both," she decided. Miley sighed through the phone. "Are you sure you're okay? Look, if it helps, I think that Oliver really does like you, Miles."
"You're like my dad. Just saying things to be nice, but once again, I'll accept it. Thanks."
"No problem, it's what friends do, Miley." There was a knock at the door.
"Hey, listen, there's somebody at the door, I've gotta go, okay?"
"Ciaoooo."
"Never do that again. That was your worst Tracy impression ever." The knocking continued. "Yeah, gotta go. Bye." She hung up and went to see who was so insistent on getting in. When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised. She barely had time to open her mouth, when she felt the best feeling ever. Oliver Oken was kissing her. On.. The... Freaking... Lips. She classified this as the best moment of her life, but all thought was wiped from her mind when Oliver moved one hand around her back. Slowly. Her hand hit the door as she backed up against it. Her whole body felt on fire, the way his hands held her so gently. She moved her hands around his neck, as slowly as he had done, and she began toying with the hair behind his neck. He detached himself, resting his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against hers. He opened his eyes, seeing that hers was still closed. She cracked open her eyes, raising them up to his. He got lost in her eyes, drawing him back down and he didn't hesitate. He crashed his lips against hers, this one not as full of feeling, but still with passion. He kissed her jaw, feeling her shiver, then moved back to her lips, moving his over hers. They had moved into the house, which maybe was a bad move. A harsh coughing broke them apart, both of them breathing as if they had just ran a race. Oliver and Miley flew apart, and he immediately stood up straight. Jackson and Robbie Ray were both staring at them, as if they had never seen them before, with their mouths wide open. Miley blinked as innocently as possible. Oliver didn't know what was so innocent about her right then. They had just been caught making out.
"We weren't doing anything!" Oliver looked at her as if she had grown two heads.
"Miley. They just saw us." She nudged him.
"Shh."
"Dad, I think I've just fallen into a nightmare. My baby sister was just making out with Oken!" Jackson covered his eyes melodramatically.
"Son, it's okay. I hope I didn't see what I thought I saw either. What did I just see?" He questioned the two very guilty and very flustered teenagers. Jackson jumped in again.
"Well, dad, I think your little girl isn't so innocent anymore," he remarked smirking.
"Shut up Jackson," Miley said throwing a pillow at him.
"No, Miley Stewart, what were you thinking? I don't know what to say to you." He turned to Oliver. "As for you." Oliver cowered. "You better watch yourself, son. I suggest you leave right now. We've got a lot to discuss." Oliver quickly headed for the door, not looking back, fearing his health. Miley turned to her father, pleading.
"But, daddy.."
"No 'buts' Miley. I'm disappointed in you. I thought you knew better." Miley winced at the harshness of his tone. Her face fell as her father simply turned around and headed upstairs without another word. Jackson followed suit, leaving Miley alone. Miley sank down on the couch, hugging her knees to herself. She felt confused, not knowing what to do. She had never felt this way before about anybody, and she felt overwhelmed, still reeling from that kiss. She let her head slump down onto a pillow, and sighed.
Maybe too much free time wasn't a good thing.
I'm so tired right now. Sleepovers, sleepovers, sleepovers. Blearghh.. Oh well. Anybody watch the Latest Buzz? Canadians?