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Ahh, I just watched the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Aw, kinda sad.

Thursday

Oliver rolled the skateboard around with his foot anxiously. He had decided to wait for Miley at the skate park, fearing what would happen if he had gone to her house. He winced slightly as he pictured Mr. Stewart's face in his mind. He shuddered and immediately removed the image from his mind. Other than her father, yesterday had been a pretty sweet day. He couldn't help but smile when he thought about what had happened. Who would've thought that he practically made out with his best friend. He smiled an even wider smile when he saw her skateboarding towards him. She was getting pretty good, being able to turn, and move faster. She even managed to brake in front of him. He nodded, impressed.

"You're getting really good, Miles." She simply nodded in acknowledgement, her lips pursed tight. She didn't seem to want to look at him either. "Miley. Are you okay?" She mumbled something incoherent and nodded.

"What are you teaching me today?" He blew it off, thinking that maybe she was just had a late night.

"Right, maybe we'll try some ramps today. Just going up and down them. Nothing big. I won't actually teach you major tricks, usually the skater learns that by themself."

"Okay." He frowned slightly at her quietness today. He shrugged, leading her to some low ramps to try.

"Now, just skate down this. You'll find that you have more speed too." He pointed to a ramp directly across. "See that? Just go straight up, then down and back here. Tilt your board forward to push it towards the ledge so you can get off here," he said. "Do you need me to show you?"

"I think I'll try it first." Oliver saw the concentration in her eyes, as she pushed off the ledge. He saw that her balance was impeccable. When did she learn to balance so well? He saw her go up the opposite ramp, steadying her board, then back down. He watched as she made her way back, and up the first ramp. She couldn't seem to tilt her board forward, and she almost slipped. Luckily for her, Oliver was standing directly in front of her and he managed to catch her. How he did it, he had no idea. He was even surprised, but he was even more surprised when she struggled to get out of his grasp. He released her, wondering what was going on.

"Miley." This time, she actually looked at him directly, and he saw that she looked miserable. He dropped his own skateboard and immediately walked towards her. "Miley," he repeated. "What's going on?"

"I-- I just-- Everything's so confusing, and I don't know what to do anymore."

"What? Skateboarding? Tell me what's so confusing about it. I'll help you." She shook her head.

"It's not that."

"What is it, then?" She stared at him for a moment before bursting out into tears. He was stunned, but recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around her. He was stunned once more and she threw his arms off her.

"Don't."

"Don't what? Hug you?" He bit back a laugh. "Miley, considering what we did yesterday, I hardly think that a hug is anything to worry about." She hiccuped as she looked even more miserable then before.

"I think, we should.." She trailed off, not believing that she was actually going to say this. "We should just forget about what happened yesterday." He paled, stuttering as he spoke.

"Wait, wait, wait. What? Miley, you seriously can't think that I could forget about that. I don't think you could forget about that either." He choked. "Just.. Why, though?"

"I just think we should."

"Miley, how can you even think about forgetting that?" He felt something break inside him as he continued. "That was the best feeling I've ever had in my entire life. How could you forget about that? Everything that you felt?" She averted her eyes as she looked down. Her next sentence cut through him and hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I didn't feel anything," she said, more tears slipping down. Her tone was dead serious, but the look on her face gave it away. Oliver could tell that she really didn't feel that way, but he still felt pain rip at him as the words replayed in his mind.

"Miley," he didn't care how desperate he sounded. "Is this because you're scared of ruining our friendship? Because, I promise you, nothing will ever make me still not want to be friends with you." She shook her head, biting her lip.

"It's not.. It's just.. I think I should go." He grabbed her arm.

"No."

"Let me go, Oliver!"

"No! Not until you tell me what's the reason behind this." Something flashed across her features.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Just let me go!" She wrenched her arm out his grasp and ran off. He stood there wondering when everything had gone downhill. He grabbed his skateboard, skating in the direction she went off. He saw her back retreating out of the skate park and he made after her. He didn't really make it far. The rowdy group of guys jumped in front of him. He fell off his skateboard in surprise.

"Hey, where's your friend?"

"I don't know," he said truthfully. One of them tsked.

"We think you do, and," the guys said, picking Oliver up by the shirt. "You'll tell us."

"Why don't you go find another girl to obsess over?" The group of guys laughed. What were their names? Oh yeah, Robert, Nick, and Josh.

"Because, dude, are you blind? She's probably the hottest girl in this skate park."

"Do you live here or something? Go to the beach, there are loads more girls there." Oliver wriggled in Robert's grasp. "Now, do you mind?" Robert dropped him, and scoffed.

"What are you? Her boyfriend or something?"

"Well, no," Oliver mentally smacked himself for saying that. They raised their eyebrows.

"Then don't tell us what to do, okay?" Nick bent down to his level. He squinted at Oliver and he was reminded of Nick Jonas. Ugh, stupid squinty eyes. They nudged him with their feet, and walked off, laughing. Oliver seriously hoped that he didn't get Miley into any trouble. He sighed knowing that he would never catch up to her, and thought about risking his health and going to her house. He didn't really think, considering he soon found himself at her front door, ringing the doorbell. To his surprise, Lilly answered. She stared at him.

"Are you going to let me in? Or are we going to talk out here?"

"Come in." He didn't even wait for her to close the door.

"Where's Miley?" She sighed.

"In her room. Mr. Stewart called me saying that she wouldn't come out."

"Has she come out?" Lilly rolled her eyes.

"Yes, that's why I said she was in her room."

"I don't know whether you know, but we--" Lilly cut him off.

"Kissed?"

"Okay, so you do know."

"Yeah, Miley told me yesterday."

"Did she by any chance tell why she's thinking about forgetting about that?" Lilly glanced around the room, then nodded at Oliver to come closer.

"Yes, she did. She hasn't even talked to her dad about it, and he's sorta part of the problem."

"Am I part of the problem?"

"Well, considering you're the one she kissed, I'm gonna have to say, yes you are."

"So? What's wrong?" Lilly sighed again.

"She's scared of you." Oliver raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, that didn't come out right. She's scared of starting anything with you, because her father, seeing as he walked in on you, will probably disapprove of it. Also I believe her dad thinks she's too young." Oliver opened his mouth to say something, but Lilly cut him off. "There's also something else." He sat forward nodding, wanting to know what was wrong.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know whether I should tell you this."

"Then, why'd you bring it up? Come on, tell me."

"I'm not sure."

"Truscott."

"You're evil, Oken."

"Don't change the subject."

"FINE! She's also scared because she cares too much about you."

"She cares about me?"

"No, she hates you," Lilly hit him with a pillow. "Of course she cares about you! You haven't noticed? She's in love with you." Oliver's eyes popped out of his head.

"What?"

"She. Love. You." Lilly spoke slowly. "Very. Much," she added. Oliver sank down on the pillow. Did he love her? Of course he did, that was a dumb question to ask.

"I.. think.. I love her too."

"You think? That's not going to cut it, boy. Do you truly love her? Or are you just saying that because you just found out that she loves you?"

"When did you become a psychiatrist?" he shook his head. "Lilly. I'd die for her."

"Meh," she shrugged. "A little dramatic but that works." She lowered her voice. "What are you going to do about Mr. S.?"

"I think I have to talk to him myself. I have something to tell him."

"Okay, but if you die, can I have your cellphone?"

"Shut up, Truscott."

"Bite me." At that moment, the man in question stepped down the stairs, and upon seeing Oliver, he narrowed his eyes. Jackson stepped down the stairs too, but didn't seem too hostile. He simply ignored Oliver's presence and started making himself a sandwich.

"What? You played with my daughter's heart, and now you're with Lilly?" Oliver paled, and gagged at the thought of him and Lilly. Lilly came to his defence. Or so he thought.

"Mr. Stewart, Oliver has something to say to you." With that, she dashed out the door, calling 'bye' as she left. You call that defence?

"I-- I," It wasn't easy. Robbie Ray Stewart looked like he could've snapped Oliver like a twig.

"Spit it out boy." Oliver jumped and swallowed nervously.

"I think I'm in love with Miley." Blunt, straight to the point, yeah, he was going to die.

"Excuse me?"

"I think I'm in love with my knee?" he tried feebly. No use, Mr. Stewart already heard him.

"You're what?" He sighed, the damage was already done, so why not just continue on anyways?

"I'm in love with your daughter. She," he choked, feeling emotional. "She means everything to me. I care about her a lot. Please," he begged. "Just please, give me a chance. I know that I will never hurt her. Ever." Miley stood near the foot of the stairs, listening as she felt her heart beat faster.

"I don't trust you." Well, that was blunt.

"I've known Miley for a long time."

"That's not it. I just-- it's something that I can't let go."

"What? Mr. Stewart, please!" Oliver couldn't believe how unfair this was.

"Son, please leave, I'm going to have to think about this." Oliver stood up, his head hanging down, as he dragged his feet out the door. Miley had her hand over her mouth, as she started crying. She ran into view.

"Daddy! What was that? How could you?"

"Darling, I don't trust him. Besides, don't you think you're a little young?" Fresh tears sprung.

"B-but daddy! I--, I love him! You-- What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me. I think you're both too young, and I said 'no'. End of story."

"You let me date Jake! Why not Oliver?!" She was nearly screaming now. "You ruined everything!" She didn't elaborate, but ran back upstairs, locking herself in her room once more. Crying could be heard from downstairs. Jackson swallowed his piece of sandwich and addressed his father.

"Dad, why won't you let them be together?"

"There's something about him, son." Jackson looked confused

"I don't see anything wrong. He seems to just really love Miley. Why stop them?"

"Don't start, son. They're not ready." This was starting to sound familiar.

"They weren't? Or are you not willing to let her date him, because you know that this relationship will actually last?"

"She's not ready."

"Dad, I think she really does love him back. Why not? Just let it go. We've known Oken for a long time. He's too nice to do anything bad."

"I don't know, son." Jackson huffed and rolled his eyes. Why was his dad being so stubborn today? He wanted his baby sister to be happy, then he could go back to teasing her, but most of all because he secretly hated to see her cry.

"Dad! Just let her be with him! Keeping her away from him is just making her miserable," he said. "You want to know why she was holed up in her room today? It was because she was scared. Scared of what? Scared of you, because she knew that if she even thought about starting anything, you would instantly disapprove. It's killing her, dad. Don't you want her to be happy? To smile?" He questioned pleadingly. "I know that you don't want 'daddy's little girl' to grow up, but it's a part of life. We deal with it and we move on. You have to admit, the only reason why you didn't approve was because you knew that this would actually be a very serious and lasting relationship." He didn't bother to wait for a reply, and left his father alone with his thoughts. Yeah, he was good.

I'm done tomorrow's chapter. Just have to edit it. Yay!! I'm thinking of raising the rating. o.o