Tell me what this means
"See you in two weeks," Miley hugged me, and smiled. "Although I'll call you."
I nodded. "And I'll tune into MTV to see: Hannah Montana: Live in Concert." I spread my arms at this last phrase, and widened my eyes. "It'll be like I'm there with you."
"I wish you could be," Miley said. "It's always so boring on the road - when I'm not on stage, that is."
"Aw, you'll be fine," I smiled. "You survived before, when I didn't know your secret."
She thought, and let out a whistle. "Whew. Years ago. And since then, you've been at almost every TV taping, award show and concert."
"Almost. But you and I both know that my mom would freak if I went on tour with you. All the other concerts have been mainly one-off stuff," I sighed. "And anyway, somebody has to stay and keep Oliver sane."
Miley laughed. "I think we're too late for that."
"Possibly," I agreed, and out of the corner of my eye, saw Robbie Ray loading the last guitar case into the car. They were driving to a place, where they would meet up with a bus, and then drive to Ohio. Which was where the opening night was. "Your dad just finished loading."
She turned to look at the car, and sighed. "Better go say goodbye to Oliver."
Oliver had stood back when we'd gotten to Miley's house. Probably because he knew too well that we'd be chatting for hours.
"Oliver! We've finished!" she called over to him, and smiled.
He bounded up to us, and grinned. "Well, bye Miley!"
I rolled my eyes. "How can you say goodbye in only two words?"
"Easily," Oliver wrinkled his nose. "I can say it in one. Bye."
Miley sighed, but when we made eye contact, we had to look away quickly so we didn't dissolve into laughter. "Nice Oliver. I'll miss you so much."
"Naturally," Oliver shrugged, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"He's so modest," I said, sarcastically.
Miley nodded. "Isn't he just?"
"C'mon Bud! We have to motor!" Miley's dad called from the car, and Miley's face fell.
"Guys..." she started, but I hugged her, and cut her off.
"Miss you Miley," I said, and pulled away, standing back next to Oliver.
She smiled at me. "Yeah, I'll miss you too, Lilly. And you too, Oliver."
"Again. Naturally," Oliver stated.
I rolled my eyes again, and Miley did too. Simultaneous eye-rolling. We laughed, and then the goodbye resumed.
"Okay, you seriously have to go now," I commented, and Miley hugged me one last time, before running to the car, and jumping in. Without opening the door. I remember once she told me that she couldn't be bothered to open the door - and what was the point of an open top car if you had to open something to get in?
I waved at her, as they sailed out of the driveway, and then turned to Oliver. Two whole weeks. With no Miley.
Boring?
"So, what you want to do now?" Oliver asked, as we began to walk down the Stewart driveway.
"Anything that isn't boring," I said, not exactly being specific. Then again, we never were. Being specific was boring. Ever since we were little, I - and probably Oliver too - had always preferred to see where life took us.
So... boring? Definitely not if I could help it.
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It's been two days since Miley left. Two days, and nothing exciting has happened. At all. Me and Oliver surfed... and skated. And talked about stuff that we used to talk about before Miley.
"Bored?" Oliver asked, as we lay in his living room, staring at the ceiling.
"Totally," I replied, the swirls on the ceiling merging and blending. "You?"
He waited a few seconds before replying. "Uh-huh."
"Look! It's Ollie and his girlfriend!" A menacing voice entered the room, and the audible groan from Oliver echoed after it.
Jack was Oliver's big brother. Annoying, stupid and downright rude were just a few words used to describe him. For the majority of girls in his year, they weren't the words that they'd use to talk about him. He'd been calling me Oliver's girlfriend since I was five, and I usually got annoyed by it. But I was too bored to be annoyed.
"Go away Jack," Oliver said, in a monotonous tone.
Jack didn't go away. "Yeah, I'd hate to disturb you and your girlfriend's staring at the ceiling session."
"Well, if you'd truly hate to do that, then go away," Oliver sighed.
Still, he didn't leave. He took a seat on the couch, and then let out an exasperated sigh. "Lucy, can you pass me the remote control?"
I turned my head to look at Oliver. "Oliver, who's Lucy?"
"I think it's you," Oliver replied, and then sat up. "Jack, what part of go away do you not understand? The go, or the away?"
"Both," Jack muttered, and propped his legs up on the stool behind my head.
I scoffed. "Figures. Small brain..."
"Oliver, tell your girlfriend to shut up!" Jack exclaimed. Short temper also has to be added to that list.
"I would," Oliver shrugged. "If she were my girlfriend."
Jack let out a cry, and stood up. "Well, when you two finally admit what is right in front of your face, let me know, so I can watch some TV."
He left the room in a mood, and I watched as Oliver lay back down.
"Sorry about him," he said, and we continued staring at the ceiling in silence.
When you two finally admit what is right in front of your face... right in front of your face... when you two admit what is right in front of your face...
Jack's words rung in my head, and I couldn't seem to escape them. What was right in front of my face? My nose? I tried looking at my nose, causing me to look very cross-eyed... and very weird.
"What are you doing?" Oliver asked, and I turned my head to look at him.
When you finally admit what is right in front of your face...
Oh.