Oliver woke up panting and trying to convince himself he didn't remember the dream he had that left his boxers wet and clinging to his thighs and images of Jackson floating around in his head. He couldn't look Miley in the eyes at school that day.

*

Oliver, of course, could not avoid Miley all together and after surreptitiously ensuring that her brother would be far, far away, he joined Lily and Miley for a movie night. He sat on the floor by their feet and scoffed continually at the lack of special effects in tonight's theme: bad eighties horror movies.

"I can see the strings." He pointed to the ghost flying across the screen. "This movie is terrible."

Lily pegged him in the head with a piece of popcorn. "Shut up and enjoy the movie!"

Halfway through the second movie, (Vampires on Bikini Beach,) Jackson banged into the house, only to be shushed by his sister. He plopped down next to Oliver and stole the bowl of popcorn from his lap. While the blonde on-screen was getting killed, Oliver felt Jackson's eyes boring into the side of his head. He held his breath closed his eyes because he tingled all over and didn't trust his body enough to do anything.

*

The front door of the Oken household swung open to reveal Jackson with his head bowed and his teeth sinking into his lower lip. Oliver cleared his throat and Jackson looked up. He held his hands out, they were clutching a bright green hoodie, and he offered the explanation, "You left this at my house."

"Miley could have given it to me at school." Oliver stated after a pause, after he took a second to catch his breath. It had to be allergy season or something, because the air was thick and impossible to inhale.

"I thought you'd need it." Jackson held it out further and Oliver took it with a small smile.

"Well, thanks."

Jackson opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but promptly closed it. Olvier waited patiently, leaning against the door frame, until Jackson waved with an abrupt, "Bye!" and nearly ran to his car and sped down the street. Oliver stood by the window watching for a few minutes, then turned away, pretty sure he knew what was going on.

*

"I think," Oliver started at lunch, waving Miley and Lily in as if he were telling some kind of big secret, "that I like Jackson."

He felt better until Lily banged her head repeatedly on the table and Miley shot him a look of sheer unamusment. "You're just catching on?" She said. "You've been looking at that boy like he hung the moon and the stars for, how long?" she looked over at Lily.

"Too long." the blonde supplied.

"Ask him out." Miley demanded.

Oliver's face paled. "But what if he doesn't like me? What if he's secretly dating a suave older guy with a wealth of sexual experience and lots of cool fancy suits? What if he thinks I've got stupid hair?"

"Trust me." Miley said, with most of the annoyance wiped off her face. "Just do it."

*

The setting sun shone in his eyes as Oliver took a seat at Rico's. In less than a second, Jackson was in front of him. "How's it hangin'?" Jackson asked. Oliver nodded in response. He could do this.

"Can I get you anything, or do you just wanna sit there and stare at the floor?"

It was tempting, but Oliver found his voice, "Do you have any raisins?" He asked.

"No..."

"How about a date?"

Confusion played on the older boy's face, until it was overtaken by a goofy smile. "Are you asking me out?" He inquired, with his grin nearly splitting his face in half.

"Yeah, and second-guessing it. You can say no, if you want. You don't really have to laugh at me."

Biting his lip to try and euphoric formation of his face. "No, no. It's not that. So, am I gonna pick you up, or are we gonna drive to the movies from my house?"

*

A/N: There may be a part three, to make up for the fact that this was extremely anti-climactic, if i am inspired to do so.

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