I tried to get this done before Valentines day ended, but I obviously I failed. So here's my late Valentine's Day gift to all of you.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hannah Montana.
Lilly's POV
Miley and Oliver's first date worked out perfectly. Both walked home looking like they had a lot on their mind (which is unusual for Oliver). The idea that they could actually make a good couple is starting to creep into their minds. Score!
Today is the second day of my week-long plan and to make things even better: IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY! There's a special carnival in town this weekend for the event and you know that means! There's going to be games and food and rides! I'm such a genius! I might just win this bet tonight!
Before I let them go on their merry way to the carnival, I first have to give some things to Oliver. Even though he did surprise me with the flowers yesterday, I'm sure he didn't pick anything up for today's special holiday. Luckily, he has a best friend who has thought of everything. I arrive to his house and knock on his door.
"Hey Lilly, Oliver's upstairs in his room", his mom says after opening the door.
"Sleeping?" I ask jokingly. Oliver's not exactly a morning person.
"No actually, he's been up for a couple hours now. Weird considering he was up before I started making his pancakes", she answers.
"Really now", I say as I start to make my way to his room.
Oliver's been up for a couple hours. I look at my watch to find that it's only 10:00, which means he got up at 8…without food to wake him. This only happens when something is bothering him. Perfect!
"HEY OLIVER!" I shout as I barge into his room. However he doesn't respond at all to me. I then notice that he's listening to his iPod. Therefore I go over and do what any true friend would do. I turned up the volume to the max on him.
"AH!!!! LILLY!!!! What was that for?" he yells as he frantically removes his earphones.
His music is now clearly audible and I notice that he's listening to Miley a.k.a. Hannah Montana.
"So, I see you're up early. Possibly because you're thinking about a certain best friend of ours", I tease.
"No", he says.
"Really then why are you up now, listening to Hannah Montana?" I ask.
"Because Hannah…Miley…or whatever is still my favorite singer like she is yours. And I guess all this Miley drama is weighing on my mind a bit, but that's it", he says.
"Whatever you say Oliver" I say, temporarily accepting his answer (but not really), as I roll my eyes. "Anyways here's some chocolate and flowers".
"Thanks Lilly, but guys generally don't get flowers", he says. What a donut!
"They aren't for you, they're for Miley you donut!" I scream at him as I hit him.
"Oww, that hurts", he whimpers.
Miley's POV
I couldn't sleep at all last night. Part of me can't shake some of the images of that movie last night, while another part of me is too busy thinking about this whole Oliver drama. Lilly is making me go to the Valentine's Day carnival with Oliver today. Of course, she'll probably be stalking us the whole time, making sure that we stay together. I hope that she doesn't invite Jackson this time. Lilly is bad enough; I don't need Jackson helping her.
"Hey bud, Oliver's here", says my dad. I haven't seen him smile this big since our neighbor was out of town on vacation for two weeks.
"Ok daddy, I'll be right there", I answer. I head downstairs to see Oliver standing with flowers and candy in his hands. Once again, Oliver was really thoughtful.
"Hey Miley, I got these for you", he says as he hands them to me.
"Thanks, once again that's really sweet of you", I answer.
"OK I admit it, Lilly actually got them", he blurted out and then his face began to redden. It was kind of cute in a way. What did I just say? No it was Oliver, of course it wasn't cute!
"Typical Oliver", I answer jokingly as I playfully roll my eyes. "At least you didn't eat any of the candy".
We walked over to the carnival and to neither Oliver or my surprise, Lilly was there waiting for us.
"Hey guys, you two look so coupley!" she says in her annoying high pitched teasing voice.
"Coupley?" I repeat.
"You know what I mean. Well I'll be around keeping an eye on you, but don't worry, I won't get in the way of you two though", she says.
"Great…thanks", I mumble.
"Well I'll see you lovebirds later", she teases as she skips off.
"We really need to get her a boyfriend. Maybe then, she'll have less time to torture us", I say to Oliver.
"Yeah that'll stop her…right", Oliver answers rather unconvincingly. Does he know something that I don't? That'll be something new.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask as I glare at him.
"Oh look, hot dog stand", says Oliver as he runs over to get himself a hot dog.
"Oliver!" I yell as I chase after him.
"What?" he asks after receiving his hot dog (with seemingly everything on it) and handing me one.
"Never mind", I say. I'll ask him about it later.
After we ate, we played some carnival games. We, being two teenagers, probably looked ridiculous playing a couple of the games since we were competing against kids half our size. To make things worse, we were mostly losing to kids half our size. I didn't really care because it was surprisingly really fun, but Oliver was really into the games. His determined face was so cute…I mean funny. He, however, did manage to win me a companion for Beary in one of those water-squirting games. He finally managed to beat his arch rival: the 6 year old that had beat him in 5 consecutive games. The look on his face when he finally won was absolutely priceless. At least he didn't do victory dance like my brother probably would have.
Now that Oliver felt accomplished by winning a game, we decided to go on the rides. First, we went on the Tilt a Whirl, then a mini-roller coaster. They were fun, but Oliver felt a little dizzy afterwards so we decided to just sit down and rest for a couple minutes. Once he felt better, we walked around a bit and found a fun slide. We probably raced down the slide 10 to 15 times before the operator kicked us out. We were sliding down in the craziest positions and the operator I guess didn't want us to hurt someone or ourselves. I think Oliver did a back flip on his way down one time...unintentionally of course. It was funny to watch of course.
After being banned from the slide, we made our way to the Ferris Wheel. We both needed to unwind after the slide. We get on after a short wait. There's some soft music playing somewhere that is perfectly audible from where we are seated. Despite the fact that I'm technically on a date with my best friend, I'm surprisingly at peace with everything tonight. I rest my head against his shoulder and he proceeds to put his arm around me. Surprisingly, I feel really...comfortable and safe and warm. Don't give me that look! It's not unusual for a guy to hold his girl best friend like this. It's completely in a platonic, best friend sort of way.
We get to the top and I realize that the skies are completely clear tonight. It sort of reminded me of the time I looked at the night sky with Jake when we hanging out on the beach, but something is different. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm sure it's just because Oliver's my best friend and Jake was my boyfriend. Yeah, that's it. Isn't it?
"Miley?" says Oliver, breaking me out of my thoughts. I pick my head up to look at him.
"I'm sorry what?" I ask, not sure whether he said anything beforehand.
"I was just asking if you are having fun?" he asks.
"Oh yeah I am. You?" I ask.
"Of course. I always have fun with you Miles", he says.
Wow that was really sweet of him again. He's been sweet a lot lately. I just smile at him and put my head back on shoulder.
After the Ferris Wheel, the carnival was closing so we went back to my house. As we came onto my porch I noticed that my dad was sitting there with his paper. Where have I seen this before?
"Hey bud...Oliver, have fun?" he asks.
"Yes Daddy", I answer.
"Yes Mr. Stewart", Oliver answers.
"Well I'm going to read Family Circus which should take about 2 seconds", he says.
Sweet nibblets, he thinks I'm going to kiss Oliver.
"1..." he starts counting. I'm just staring at him. I can't believe he thinks I want to kiss Oliver. Isn't that ridiculous?
"...1 and a quarter...1 and a third... 1 and half... 1 and three fifths...1 and two thirds...1 and three fourths...1 and four fifths...", he continues rather slowly.
Sweet nibblets, he wants me to kiss Oliver. Sure now he wants me to kiss a boy!
"1 and I'm running out of numbers darling..." he says.
Fine, I'll kiss him. I took a step towards him and gently brushed my lips against his cheek. As soon as I pulled away both of our faces were completely red. It was just the awkwardness of the situation. That's it, I swear!
"Goodnight Oliver", I say.
"Goodnight Miley", he answers as he goes home.
"You might not want to go inside just yet bud", says my dad, still reading his paper.
"Why not?" I ask as I go inside and see what he's referring to.
"EW!!!" I screech.
Ok so the beginning of the next chapter in all likelihood is rather predictable (unless I think of something else that fits and is funnier).
As always, reviews are appreciated.