Hey, I got this idea from Sokka's-babe. I'm going to write about Lilly and Oliver's kiss.
"Oh yeah, Lilly, because you can be trusted." Oliver said through gritted teeth.
I rolled my eyes. Of course Oliver had to get that dig in-but, I would have too if roles had been reversed.
"Now I want you to two to talk because it's so dang obvious that you like each other."
"Oh yeah real mature Miley! You're so welcome by the way!" I screeched after her, knowing full well there would be a discussion about this later where she would be thanking me.
Of course, after she killed me and then brought me back to life.
"Good one, Lils!" Oliver huffed, and I turned to him with a sweet smile.
"Well, at least we still have the key, and it won't be hours and we won't end up on a talk show!"
"It wouldn't have been so bad if Miley wasn't, you know."
I rolled my eyes, knowing even if she wasn't Hannah Montana, the three of us would still stir up just the same amount of trouble.
"We still would have been waiting!" I pointed out to him.
"Whatever. What's she talking about, anyway? This was about them, not us!" Oliver muttered to himself, staring at the cuffs in obvious distaste.
I thought over Miley's words again, and then suddenly I found the ground very interesting, and my chest really tight because I suddenly got it.
This wasn't revenge against me, or to humiliate me. Miley knows my feelings for Oliver, and she would not be that cruel to instigate something like this without either knowing or thinking that Oliver reciprocated said feelings.
Only she could pull something like this off.
"Seriously, how childish, right? I'm not surprised. It is Miley," Oliver was still going on, and I wondered if it was because he was embarrassed.
Fine. Once again, I would be the mature one.
"You, mature?" Oliver scoffed, and I realized I had said it out loud.
"Duh. Can you try to keep up? Anyway." I took a deep breath.
And then another couple because I really liked air.
It sort of helped.
But not really.
Not when Oliver was staring at me as if I was insane.
It's not such an unfamiliar look, really.
"Oliver, do you like me?"
He stopped. Blinked at me slowly.
And then he went red. It started at the tips of his ears, in splotches in his cheeks and his eyes watered as he looked away from me.
And that was when I had my answer.
"You do like me."
"Do you like me?"
Typical Oliver- trying to get me to answer so he could follow it. It had always been that way with us, so I suppose it should follow into something like this.
"I asked first!" I blurted out, feeling like a five year old. But I knew Oliver would match it.
"I asked second."
"First is the worst, second is the best!" He mimicked the song, and I found myself rolling my eyes and snorting.
"How old are you, Oliver? Can you just say yes- or no?"
He stared at me, and I decided to take it up a notch.
"You do! You do!" I squealed.
"You like me!" He shot back, still red around his ears and diverting his gaze not long after he looked at me.
"No, you like me, 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 knew Oliver could go on for hours, and frankly, I didn't want to argue. Not when I already had my answer, and our time could be spent doing better things.
So with my free hand I grabbed his hair and pressed my lips firmly onto his. He froze, and I almost pulled back but then he responded fiercely, and I found myself losing control of the kiss before we both pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Miley's right. There are limitations with these things on. Hey Miley! Come take these off so I can give Oliver a proper kiss and show you all how it's done."
The beach erupted with whistles and claps, and Oliver stared at me with a grin on his face.
"You're right. I do like you."