Hello again guys! This one is a lot shorter and a bit rushed because I might not be on this weekend and I wanted to upload something else. Thank you for your kind words If You Can. I felt guilty about Lilly, so I added in some lackson potential at the end of the chapter. Review it if you want, nothing can stop me from inevitably continuing this! I already know where I'm going with it. Now, without further adoodoo...
Lilly blinked her wide eyes, turned on her heel and ran out of the room. "Lilly!" Miley disentangled herself from Oliver, threw him a wild look and then uneasily pursued Lilly, stumbling on her heels. "Lilly! Wait! Where are you going? You're sleeping at mine tonight, remember? Just let me explain!" Lilly slowed, and turned to Miley, furiously blinking away tears. "Miley Ray Stewart, there is NOTHING you could say that could explain away this one. I'll find someone else's house to sleep at, just – just don't talk to me anymore, okay? I can't… I can't handle this right now." She slammed out of the front door that they had approached so happily just under an hour before, and stepped into the rain, letting it seep over her and fuse with her tears, mascara running the marathon down her cheeks.
Oliver sat on the floor of the closet, his body anaesthetized. He could still taste Miley's cherry lipgloss, and his fingers itched to touch her silky skin again. "Get out of there, Womanizer, and let someone else have a go!" A voice called. Someone grabbed his shirt. Oliver let himself be hustled from the closet, breathing heavily and glancing around the room, his eyes startled and distressed. Thunder crashed heavily outside, awakening him from his dazed state.
I had just kissed Miley. I, Oliver Oken, had just kissed my best friend, Miley. In a closet. Woah. That was so… it just wasn't like kissing Lilly. When I kissed Lilly, I felt warm, but when I kissed Miley – my every nerve ending was on fire, even when I first kissed Lilly at that beach party I had never felt that way. Well, I had felt that way once before. When I loved Hannah Montana, and I chased her stupid limo across town, and she let a dog kiss my hand. Woah. I wonder if I could get arrested for that. And ohmy! I had kissed Hannah Montana! That is quite an achievement… Goddamnit! I shouldn't be thinking about Miley right now. I should be thinking about LILLY. Lilly didn't deserve this; it was all my stupid idea to come to this party, and my idea to play this game. Miley stumbled up to me, disoriented and tearful.
"Oliver, Oliver, she's gone, she's gone!" Miley sobbed, teetering dangerously on her heels. Oliver didn't know what to do. He hesitated and then put an awkward arm around Miley. "Sshushush, it's okay!" Miley broke down, flinching away from his arm. "It's not okay Oliver. I doubt its ever going to be okay, ever again! We can't bounce back from this, this was so awful!" Oliver faltered and then took a deep breath. "Miles, look at me." He grazed his fingers lightly over her chin to draw her face closer to his, staring deeply into her sea-blue eyes, glittering with tears. "Miley, I promise you it's gonna be okay, you know Lilly can't stay mad at us." He kissed her forehead, sending sparks shooting up and down Miley's body.
The electric current running through me as he pressed his lips to my forehead was instantaious, buzzing in my veins like the lightning striking outside. A faint voice at the back of my mind was screaming Lilly's name but it was drowned by another name. Oliver. Every inch of my being was aching for him, as he stood nervously, centimetres away. I wrapped my arms around his familiar form instinctively.
"Come on Miles, It's late. I'll walk you home."
A/N: The guilt is killing me! Poor Lilly. Enter… LACKSON! :D Well, after this the story gets a bit rambling, sorry I may go back to this chapter and change it later :D ps: I have *no* idea how to spell Oken. I hope it's Oken. It could be Oaken. Or Okean? What do I know, they never show it on the screen. Oh wait they do.
Lilly sat on the beach outside Rico's, shivering in the rain. Her parents were out of town, and she didn't know where else to go, but as the rain drenched her, her body became as numb as her heart. Jackson was walking his date, Becky, home when he saw his sister's best friend silouhetted against the shadows of the windswept beach. "Hey, you can walk back from here, can't you?" He dropped Becky's hand like a stone, and handed her umbrella back to her. "Had a great time. I'll call you." He said dully, before running across the ever growing barrage of rain, removing his jacket in the process. When he reached Lilly he put it across her shoulders. "Lilly… what are you doing here?" He pulled out a stool and sat next to her. She leant her head on her shoulder, and Jackson stroked her hair obligingly. "The bottle landed on Miley, and the door opened, and Oliver was under her, and the punch was spiked, and I got wet, and now everything's ruined!" Her words became more jumbled and the pitch of her voice went through the roof. Jackson shushed her. "Come on, let's go to mine…" Lilly shook her head defiantly, but allowed him to steer her up the beach to his house, the storm still crashing on like a rock band returning for an unwelcome encore.
