Hope you like chapter twenty three, sorry I haven't updated for a while. First there was vacation, and then FF wouldn't let me update:(. Oh well, here's ch. 23

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: Oliver's Temptation

"Sorry, Lilly. You've got to leave." Robbie said. "You know the rules--it's a weekday. No sleep overs."
"But...DAD!" Miley whined.

"No buts, last night I let you go to that premire until eleven pm, you need your sleep tonight."

"Fine. Sorry, Lilly."

"It's okay. I'm gonna go call Oliver."

Lilly skate-boarded home, picked up her phone, and dialed Oliver's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ollie. It's Lilly."

"Hi. What's up?"

"I just came from Miley's house." Lilly stated. "She's really upset."

"About what?"

"She said it had something to do with Jackson, I don't know what, though."

"Hmm..." Oliver wondered.

"OLIVER! Get your lazy butt down here! We're going to Heather's Gymnastic meet!" Called Janie.

"Ugh. I have to go. Talk to you later." Oliver sighed.

"Bye."

OLIVER'S POV.

I'm getting really sick of Janie. She and I never got along; when she first went to college everything was great! Now she visits like everyother day! Mom say's she's "unstable" and "doesn't know where else to turn". She seems just fine to me. Now she's making me go to one of her old friend's gymnastic meet.

A man's got to draw the line somewhere. (A/N: haha. Oliver a man. Haha.)

"I'm not going!" I screamed at her. She stomped up the stairs.

"I'm supposed to watch you, and if you don't go, I don't go. So get your shoes on, chop chop!"

I went to the Decision Maker for backup. Mommy. "Mom, I don't need a babysitter!" I told her.

"Oh, Sweetie. Today's been a bad day, please don't make it worse. Listen to your sister. Bye now."

"Ugh." I hung up the phone angrily.

"Let's go!" Janie said in a sing-song, I'm-Right-And-You're-Wrong voice.

I threw on this brown sweatshirt that Lilly had gotten me for my last birthday. She said it looked great on me, and I can't say that I disagree.

We got there and I asked, "How long do these things normally last?"

"Abouth four hours." She answered happily.

I let my mouth drop. "FOUR HOURS?!" Janie nodded. Then she ran up to her "friend" and they embraced. I gagged and found a spot to sit. The meet started and some girl did a backflip, and a bunch of other stuff I don't know the name of. She was pretty good, but I'm not really into gymnastics.

Apparenty Heather and Janie made a "play date" for me and Heather's little sister. By little I mean a freshman in highschool. (A/N: they're in eighth grade) Mikayla is her name, and she's fifteen. Oh, boy, she's H-O-T, hot. She has long, down to her butt blond hair, deep blue, intriguing eyes, flawless skin and a beautiful smile. I could've sworn I was drooling when I first saw her.

"Hi..." She said seductivly. (SP) "I'm Mikayla." the words spilled out of her mouth like honey.

"I'm, I'm Oliver." I stuttered. I couldn't help it...but my eyes went directly to her chest. And man! My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw those babies. They had to be atleast a size 36C. Don't ask me how I know bra sizes. Well, of course from my best friends; I've really got to get more guy-friends.

"Hi, Oliver." She held out her hand like what I had seen in old black-and-white movies. I didn't know exactly what to do, so I kissed it. And then she sat down next to me, crossed her long tan legs, and brushed down her light blue, cloth mini-skirt.

I tried desperatly to pay attention to the meet, but Mikayla was very distracting. Everytime I took my eyes off of her she coughed, or cleared her throat. Then, she put her hand on mine--which was on my leg--and said,

"You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" And scooted closer.

I felt my arm pull her closer by her waist. She laid her head, her beautiful blond head, on my shoulder, looked at me with her bright blue eyes. Then I kissed her. She kissed me. Deeper and deeper it went until the crowd around us dissapeared, the noise was gone. It was just me and the most gorgeous girl in the world.

Until the flash. I quickly pulled away to look at who took a picture. Amber and Ashley were standing there in front of me, camera-phone in hand.

"Should I send this to Lilly?" Amber asked Ashley.

"NO!" I cried.

"Who's Lilly?" Mikayla demanded to know.

"Oliver's GIRLFRIEND." They said at the same time. "Ooh, tss." And walked away.

I turned to look at Mikayla. "I'm sor--" I was interrupted by the biggest slap of my life. Mikayla stomped off, leaving a large mark on my face, and a confused broken heart. My phone rang. I looked at the caller id. Lilly. No, I couldn't talk to her. Not after what I had done. How could I? My best friend! The first real girlfriend I ever had! How could I?

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