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Miley found Oliver in the hallway during lunch. "Not hungry?" she asked lightly, walking towards him. He glanced over at her briefly. He was leaning against his locker, arms crossed over his chest. "Look, I know I've been a lousy best friend lately. You stuck up for me and I've just been using you. I mean I really—"

"Don't say it, Miley," he said dangerously. She looked at him, bewildered. "Don't tell me you owe me one. If you really want to pay me back you'll stop talking now and just leave me alone."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, that's right. You've been driving me crazy all week. I'm so sick of pretending. I don't want to be your fake boyfriend."

She stared at him, stunned that he was angry with her, but even more so at what he was saying. "But—but you offered to—" she stuttered.

"You're so stupid," he burst out angrily, pushing away from the locker bank and storming off down the hallway.

"Hey—wait!" Miley called loudly. He stopped and turned to glare at her. "Get back over here," she commanded. He slunk back sulkily and took up his place against the lockers.

She strode purposefully towards him, put a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, got right up close to him, and just when Oliver thought she was going to slap him she did the last thing he'd ever expected, and kissed him.

His head hit the locker behind him with a bang, and he crossed his eyes to stare at the best friend attached to his mouth.

He shrugged mentally and went with it. He wrapped his arms around her, felt her arms around his neck, her hands in his hair.

"Wow," he said when she backed off. "That was so hot."

"I was thinking the same thing," she admitted. "Why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

"I didn't really know until I was already dating you. And you didn't tell me, either."

"Well, I didn't know until you suction-cupped yourself to my face."

"Yeah, that was pretty obvious, wasn't it?" he said sheepishly.

"Yeah," she said, smiling, "but I like obvious." She considered him. "Speaking of which…I think some more kissing is in order."

"I like the way you think," Oliver said, grinning.

"Shut up," she told him, bringing her face closer to his. "And move over; it's my turn to be against the lockers."