Miley by: O l i v e r . A r t e m i s

Oliver walked into the room his hands in his pockets. His face looked a bit unsure and a bit uncomfortable. "Oliver, come over here. Sit." She called over to him from the couch. Oliver looked up at his best friend and she gave him a grin of confidence and he accepted it. He walked over to her bit the corner of his lower lip. He took his seat next to her. "Just relax Oliver, you shouldn't act like this, I hope you know that." He nodded still not responding. "Okay so…" She said wondering if he was even going to talk. Oliver opened his mouth, and the young girl stared at him with an eyebrow raised.

"So, Miley…I was wondering if…" He managed to get that much out. She leaned forward a bit expectedly. "…your day went alright?" He asked. She let out a sigh of a bit of frustration. She nodded and gave a slight gesture to tell him his day was alright. "Actually I was wondering…" She again leaned forward, but still not getting what she wanted. "…if you remembered the conversation we had that talk along time ago. The one when I was obsessed with you. I mean like Hannah Montana?" Oliver asked. She sighed and nodded. "I thought I wasn't going to like you like that, but…" She gave him a smile. "It turns out I do."

"Oh…" She said in a surprised tone. "Really?" she questioned out of nothing better to say. He nodded and gave him a small grin.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out." He said looking at the floor.

"I'd love to." She said. Oliver smiled and gave her a hug, on which she returned with a sad smile on her face. Oliver pulled away and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks Lily, I really owe you one." Oliver said as he got up from the couch of her room and headed out the door. He'd never know how much Lily was hurting, doing that for him; how much she wished that it was she and not pretending it was Miley Stewart he was asking out; how much she liked him. And he walked out of her house leaving a sadden Lily behind. But no matter what she'd be happy for him.