Bubbly
Last time...
Oliver POV
She likes me! She actually likes me! Too bad I just told her I didn't feel the same. A total lie.
On to chapter two!
Oliver's POV
"Well, I'm gonna go now Oliver, bye.." Miley said into the phone to me.
"Miley, wait!" I started, but she had already hung up. I threw the phone onto my bed and put my face in my hands.
"God, why am I such an idiot??" I said aloud. I walked over and punched the wall.
"Oliver! What are you doing up there!" my mom called up the stairs, using her "man-voice".
I shuddered. "Nothing, mom, I just tripped," I yelled back.
"You better not have a girl up there!"
I scoffed. Like I'd ever get a girl up here. Well, Miley does like me, but I obviously ruined that. Ugh, nothing ever goes my way. I'm just so stupid. And I always act before thinking. God! I almost punched the wall again, but didn't, knowing I'd have to deal with my mom's "man-voice" again.
And of course I'm too much of a wimp to call Miley and tell her what I said wasn't true.
But I dedcided to call Lilly instead. I dialed the number that I knew by heart and waited. One ring... two rings... three rings... fou- "Hello?"
"Hey Lilly," I said, as cheerful as I could manage.
"Hey Trolley, what's up?" Trolley had been Lilly's nickname for me since the whole Becca incident. Asking her out, I mean, not breaking up with her.'
"Umm, I kinda need advice on something."
Lilly turned serious. "Oliver, you always know you can come to me for advice, anytime."
"Uhh, that's kinda what I'm doing," I said.
"Oh, right. Umm, so what do you need advice on?"
"Well," I started. "This girl, she told me that she liked me. And I like her so much, but I told her I didn't like her."
"I'm so resisting calling you a doughnut right now," Lilly murmured.
"I don't care, you can. I am a doughnut."
"Wait, who was the girl?"
"Umm. I dunno if she told you or not..."
"Oh," Lilly started. "Was it... Miley?"
I was silent.
"I thought so," Lilly said quietly.
There was a nervous silence.
"Well," I said, breaking it. "What do you think I should do?"
"It's pretty obvious."
"Well. I'm a doughnut and I don't know."
"Oh my God! Just call her back and tell her!"
"But-" I started.
"No buts!" she yelled. "Just do it! Now!" and with that Lilly hung up on me.
Some advice giver she was. But I decided to take it anyway.
I picked up my cell and called Miley's cell. No answer. Great.
I tried her house. Mr. Stewart answered. "Hello?" he answered, in the classic country accent.
"Hi Mr. Stewart... is Miley there? It's Oliver," I said, voice slightly quivering.
"Hey Oliver. Uh, Miley's not here. I think she said she was gonna take a walk on the beach. She seemed pretty depressed. I didn't ask about it though," he rambled.
"Okay, thanks. I'm gonna go now, bye," I said, and hung up. The beach was where I had to go.
I ran out my door and headed to the beach to win the heart of a stunning girl, who I just happened to be in love with.
