A/N: I went back and read this... and cringed the whole way through.
This is years old but still... I thought it deserved to be rewritten.
Summary: Lilly and Oliver are sick of Miley denying the very obvious fact that she likes Jake. Together they come up with a creative idea to get the two together...which works, and then backfires on them. JILEY and LOLIVER.
"You like him, you like him, you liiiiikeeee him!" The words started firm, and then developed into a song by the end of it.
Miley didn't know what she wished more: for Lilly to just shut up about that already, or for her not to sing, because it had already been established that the girl was tone deaf.
"I do not," Miley's voice was cross and defiant, and she even crossed her arms against her chest in a sulky manner, in hopes to make her point.
But no, it just made her look defensive- and everyone knows that when one is so defensive against correct assumptions of liking someone, that it really means-
"You do. You like him. You like him!"
Well, at least she wasn't singing anymore.
"Sweet niblets, Lil. I don't! How could I possibly like someone who kissed me and then left me? Who does that? Oh, that's right. Immature, stupid, brain dead boys by the name of Jake Ryan!" Miley shoved a fry into her mouth and angrily chomped on it, and Lilly watched, feeling sympathetic for the chip that had now dissolved into mush.
After all, it wasn't it's fault that Jake did indeed do those things, nor did the fault lay with it that Miley was only getting so worked up about it because it was also true what Lily was saying.
"Yes, but it doesn't mean you don't-yano, like the immature, stupid, brain dead boy, Miles."
Miley snarled at her, which might have looked somewhat intimidating if the mush hadn't been wedged in her teeth.
"Hello, ladies." Oliver Oken slid into the seat next to Lilly, and then did a double take as he looked at Miley.
"Sheesh. Dudettes." He added as second thought, and Miley reached out to smack him just as Lilly's own hand came across the back of his head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Nothing. It's just fun. Now-do you think Miley likes Jake?" Lilly asked him, and Oliver rolled his eyes as he unwrapped his sandwich.
"This again? I already said it once- you don't have to keep asking me. What's with girls and doing that? Ow!" Oliver snapped the last word as once again Lilly smacked him across the back of his head.
"Sorry. It's like tourettes." Lilly shrugged, unapologetic, as Oliver turned and glared at her. She didn't spare him a glance as she blinked innocent eyes at Miley, who had now stopped torturing her fries.
"You're both wrong anyway. I'm going to get more food." Miley grumbled and stood up, not bothering to wait for a response as she disappeared among the crowd. Lilly watched her for a moment and then turned to Oliver, who was devouring his sandwich.
"Can you stop eating for one second!" Lilly suddenly screeched at him, startling Oliver and causing him to choke on his food.
Once Oliver had managed to swallow the food down the correct pipe, chased some water down his aching throat after it and had placed his sandwich down, he turned to Lilly with flaring nostrils and narrowed eyes.
"Was that necessary Lils? We came to eat food together, did we not?"
"No? We came here to discuss this. And yes, eat some food, but this first. I have a brilliant idea and I need you to pay attention to it."
"You couldn't have done that while I was eating my food?" Oliver asked, voice incredulous.
"Sorry, Ollie but you cannot multitask." Oliver wanted to point out that she could not either, but his head was already smarting. He sighed, looking mournfully at his food, before pushing it away and pointedly looking back at his best friend. He didn't even bother to argue with her; he'd learned long ago that what Lilly- or Miley- said went.
Which wasn't a bad thing, because really, both girls had the best intentions at heart, even though nearly everything they came up with seemed to go wrong.
"Remember how you handcuffed Miley and I together so we would work out our fight?"
"How could I forget? It was genius plan, if I do say so myself." Oliver blew on his knuckles and raised them up expectantly, only for his arm to fall flat at the expression on Lilly's face.
"We got stuck because you forgot the key!"
Yeah, okay. Most of Oliver's plans went haywire, too.
"It was still a good plan," He mumbled, and Lilly actually nodded in agreement.
"The basis of it was, yes. So this is what I'm thinking. We chain Miley and Jake up, and force them to talk about their issues."
Oliver stared at her.
"That could either go incredibly great...or incredibly bad. Are you prepared for it to go both ways?"
"I'm prepared for anything, Oliver. How do you not know this about me?"
He simply raised an eyebrow at her, and she waved her hand dismissively.
"So, do you think you can do that?" She said instead, cocking her head at him.
"You bet I can." Oliver smirked, and Lilly leaned in close to him.
"Yeah." Oliver didn't miss a beat, and Lilly opened her mouth when Miley returned, sliding back into the seat and setting her tray on the table.
"Okay, I just want you to know I hate Jake."
Lilly and Oliver exchanged amused glances with each other.
"Yes, that's why you brought it up again, right?" Oliver said sarcastically, and Miley groaned and buried her head into her hands while Lilly and Oliver slapped palms.
"Hey Miley," A voice said, and that person tapped me on the shoulder.
I would know that voice miles away.
I gritted my teeth, frustrated because he hadn't removed his hand, and I knew he could feel how tense I was. Would he be smirking over that?
Only way to know was to face him- and, it's not like he was going anywhere. That boy was as stubborn as me.
I drew a silent breath, and turned around, and my resolve faded as soon as his face came into view.
Those bloody, gorgeous eyes.
Damn it, Miles, hold it together!
I fixed him with a glare and tossed my hair over my shoulder.
"Hey, Jake," I spat out, knowing how rude I sounded, and the part of me that remembered my manners was shaking it's little head in disappointment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lilly and Oliver come into view, but my attention was diverted when Jake reached for my hand and grasped on to it.
I didn't know why I didn't let go. Perhaps the movement and his next words shocked me into stillness.
"Look, I know you're mad because I kissed you and left- but I had to. I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance again. And I couldn't stand the idea of missing out when the chance presented itself."
I blinked at him, feeling quite dumbfounded because not only were his words cautious, but his tone and expression were sincere.
He's an actor, Miley. This is what they don't- shouldn't you know that?
With that anchoring thought, I went to tug my hand away when-
"Oliver now!" Lilly shrieked, and my head shot up as Oliver suddenly grabbed my hand that was entwined with Jake's and-
Oh sweet niblets no!
I gaped, and Jake gaped, and then I was glaring at Lilly and Oliver who were looking too damn smug for their own good.
Lilly pocketed the key and then glanced up at me.
"Now both of you like each other, so I suggest you get over your grudge, Miley, and hash it out!"
I just stared at her, uncomprehending that my best friend was doing this to me.
"I'll get you for this! Just you wait!" I shrieked at her, and she just turned her back on me and walked over to the stand where my brother was working. He was staring at us, and Lilly leaned close to whisper to him.
And then he was laughing.
I'll give them brilliant.
"Let's talk. Only way we're going to get out of this, right?" Jake said quietly.
I stared at him.
Great. I'm chained to the freakin' boy I hate.
And like a traitorous voice reminded me. Right. It would have to be put down, because I did not like him.
I hated him.
No, you like him. It was another one popping up, and just in case any more decided to make themselves known, I roared back at it.
Except, well, it also came hurtling out of my mouth.
"HATE!" The beach suddenly went silent, and everyone stared at me.
Well, at least the voices weren't piping up anymore.
Probably because they were too busy laughing at me.
I sighed and put my hand on my hip, yanking Jake in the process.
Hmm, maybe this could be fun.
Jake huffed in annoyance as he straightened.
"You don't hate me."
"Why? Is it so easy to imagine that you're unlikable?" I sneered, and then backtracked as I saw the hurt in his eyes.
"Sorry. But you did a crappy thing, Jake." I said, and turned away, yanking him in the process.
"I'm going home." I yanked him again and he stumbled, and I quickly stepped out of the way before he could collide into me.
Before I could move again, Jake grabbed my hands, holding them tightly.
"Let go," I hissed through clenched teeth, but he wouldn't no matter how much I struggled or tried to fight him.
He just waited until I gave up, but even then he only loosened his hold.
"Alright then. Will you at least listen to me?" Jake asked, and I looked away.
"Can you look at me, please?"
"No." I said moodily. I didn't want to admit to him that as soon as I looked into his eyes, that I would not be able to listen with sense to what he had to say.
Jake sighed, but didn't push it.
"I meant what I said. I had to kiss you. I didn't do it to make you miserable, to make you wait for me. I didn't do it so that I got what I wanted and that was it. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It trapped me to you. You and I had no obligations to one another, but I swear Miley, I did not get with anyone else, and did not think about anyone else but you."
I bit down on my lip, letting him continue with no interruptions. Jake waited, but when it was clear I wasn't going to contribute just yet, he continued.
"It was hard leaving here. It's- this is a pretty decent place, with some pretty decent people. I thought you would be okay. If I had known how angry it would make you-how insecure-"
"Oh right, because you know everything about me!" I snarled, turning to him. I stopped short, because there was no smirk on Jake's face, no gloating expression.
"I do know. I know you, and I know that it's exactly how I was feeling."
"Oh," I said stupidly, and he smiled.
"Oh," He shot back.
"I wanted to talk to you, but you wouldn't have it. You're lucky, you know, that you have friends like Lilly and Oliver. A little bit I gathered from my own knowledge, but Lilly and I spoke a couple of times- don't look at me like that. She cares about you. She knows you, too. Some people would have just let this past. We are not those people. I didn't know she would go to this extreme but I can't say I'm surprised." He chuckled, and I found myself smiling too.
He was right.
I am lucky to have people who would go to the extremes for me.
An idea was forming in my head too, but this was about Jake and I, and I was starting to realize how childishly I had handled this.
"I'm sorry, Jake. I just thought-"
"I know what you thought." Jake interrupted me, and his eyes searched my face, and he smiled.
"But I know what you're thinking now."
"That I'd really like to kiss you?" I asked mischievously. Jake grinned, and started to lean down to me.
"Wait," I whispered to him, and he cocked his head at me before I told him my idea.
"Ah, I see. Interesting." He then whistled and Lilly and Oliver came strutting over like a proud pack of-
Right, I'm not angry at them anymore.
"So did you sort it out?" Lilly asked, a knowing glint in her eye.
"Yep," I nodded, and then smirked.
"And I would really like to kiss him without these limitations so uh, would you mind?" I batted my eyelashes at her, and she squealed and immediately pulled out the key, unchaining us.
In one swift movement, I had the key and Jake was handcuffing Oliver and Lilly together.
"Oh yeah, Lilly, because you can be trusted." Oliver said through clenched teeth. Lilly glared at him, and then turned her daggers at me.
"Now," I said sweetly, leaning in close to her.
"I want you two to talk because it's so obvious that you like each other!" Jake wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me over to the side, ignoring Lilly's cursing and Oliver's annoyed huffs.
Jake then cupped my face, staring down at me in admiration. I suddenly felt shy, but that dissolved at his next words.
"I've been waiting to do this again for so long."
"So why are you still waiting?" I whispered.
"Good point," And then his lips were on mine, and I wondered why I had fought this for so long.
It would have been the best kiss I'd ever had if it wasn't for Oliver and Lilly bickering. But then again, it made it that much more memorable. Definitely a good story to tell.
"No, you like me, Oliver, you admit it!"
"No you, you are the one who wanted my crayons! Admit it, you wanted me the first time you saw me!"
I just rolled my eyes.
There we go.