Everything bad that had happened within the last couple of days had settled down, and we were all acting normal again. Expect Bret, that is. I kept catching him staring at me, with a satisfied look on his face. No one else seemed to notice this though. Well... Oliver did. And he made sure to do something distracting to get Bret's eyes off of me each time it happened.

Really, the only way I think Miley and I were fine now, was the fact that we were ignoring what had happened. Either that, or she thought she had something against me when it came to the way she thought I felt about Oliver. That didn't matter. I just wish I had someone to talk to about Cody with. But I knew if I even brought it up to Miley, she would somehow relate it back to Oliver. Especially the fact that I was now questioning what Cody and I both wanted in life.

Bret decided that he was sick today, so he had been laying in bed all day. Lazy asshole. While the rest of us were sitting in the living room, just talking. I was leaning against Cody as Oliver told us stories of the people back from Maryland, as he sat on the opposite side of me as Cody. Miley was sitting on the love seat, her legs falling off of one of the arms. This, was how it should have been.

"There was one night where everyone insisted we go car surfing." Oliver said, leaned all the way, his head hitting the wall behind him.

"Wait... what? That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard." I said, my toes slightly touching Oliver's legs, while my back was pressed against Cody.

"That's what I said. Only I was the only one who thought that. And you'll never guess what ended up happening as I was standing there, watching it all go down." He sarcastically said.

"Please, tell us Oliver." Miley said, with a smirk on her face. We both knew Oliver well enough to know he wanted us to ask him about it, instead of him straight out telling us.

"My friend Matt fell off of his car because the idiot wasn't holding on at all."

"Oh my God. What happened to him?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"He didn't die or anything. Luckily. But he did suffer from a week long migraine, and broke his arm." Oliver answered, a slight smirk on his face. "He had to wear a cast for two months. They probably should have listened to me."

"What a group of dumbasses. Why did you hang out with them?" Cody asked, flicking a piece of lint off his jeans.

"I don't know. Their personalities were fine, it was just sometimes they made ridiculous decisions. Besides, there really isn't anything to do in Maryland other than dumb shit." Oliver still had a small smile on his face, probably remembering many other adventures he would probably never tell us about.

I laughed at him, sitting there. "You know you're probably the one who gave the ideas for most of the stuff you did."

"What's your point?" Oliver smirked in my direction.

"Nothing." I smirked back, staring him down. My eyes continued to do this, until I noticed a certain sparkle in his eye, and I could feel myself giving him the exact same one back.

Before this could become any more awkward than it already was, I stood up, and walked to the kitchen, trying to think of an excuse to get up. "What are you doing babe?" Cody's voice asked.

"Um. Looking for things for us to eat. So I can figure out what to make us tonight."

"We don't have anymore food." Miley said, making her head turn into an uncomfortable postion, so she could look over at me.

"What? Why didn't anyone tell me this before?" I asked, opening the cabinets to find that we had indeed eaten all the food that had once been in there. As I turned around, the only thing that happened was the three of them shrugging at the same time. Trying not to laugh, I put my hands on my hips. "Damn. Now I have to go to the grocery store. Who's going with me?" I asked, going into my room and getting my wallet.

When I walked back out of the room I found both Cody and Oliver pointing at Miley, and Miley using two fingers to point at the both of them. "Ugh." She complained, bringing her hands down. "I don't want to go."

"Jeez... thanks." I rolled my eyes, and continued staring as both Cody and Oliver continued pointing at Miley.

"Fine. Fine. I'll go." Miley said, standing up. "Let me just go get Bret's keys."

"I see how the two of you are." I said, glaring between the two of them.

"I would have gone with you..." Oliver started. "But then I decided I didn't want to."

"I love you babe, but seriously... grocery shopping? No thanks."

"I was going to let whichever one you went with me to decide what we ate tonight. But never mind. I guess Miley gets to now."

"Damn." Cody said, turning his own eyes into a glare.

"Give me a kiss, and I might consider picking up some things you like." I smirked at him.

With a heavy sigh, Cody lifted himself up. "You're so demanding." He laughed at me, before giving me a sweet, soft kiss on the lips.

"That's more like it." I smirked up at him, as he wrapped him arms around my middle.

"What the hell?" I could hear Oliver almost yell from the couch.

"What?" I asked, looking over at him.

"What if I want something special? What do I have to do to get a fancy dinner?"

I shrugged, really not knowing what I could make Oliver do. 'Kiss me.' Almost rolled out of my mouth, then I remembered whose arms were wrapped around me. "High five?"

"That's lame." Cody said, slightly rocking us back and forth. "How about you make him be your assistant in the kitchen?"

A laugh escaped my lips. "Perfect. Since none of you are willing to help me voluntarily."

"Fine. I'll help you in the kitchen one night. Need I tell you what I want?"

"Nope." I said, smiling widely, so he could see my teeth. "Let me see how well I remember."

"Deal." Oliver said, standing up, and sticking his hand out in front of me.

Looking down at his hand, I took it in mine. As I turned my gaze up at him, I couldn't help but feel my fingers slightly shake within his grasp.

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I found herself quite distracted as Miley and I roamed the aisles, searching for food for the next four days. Without really saying much, Miley was the one to grab certain boxes of cereal bars, and bags of chips for Bret. "Does he ever eat anything normal?" I asked, my upper lip curled.

"Honestly... he mostly eats Chef Boyaredee."

"Chef Boyaredee is disgusting."

"I agree. But that's all he wants."

I shook her head, trying to shake off the thought of Bret. "Well... at least I only have to please three people with good meals."

"Yes. Thank goodness. What are you going to get Oliver anyway? You said he didn't tell you what he liked."

"He didn't. I'm trying to remember what it was. I know it was a certain type of pasta."

"How the hell do you remember that?" Miley asked, once we got up to the cans of Chef Boyaredee.

"I don't know. I guess because of how much I used to cook for us when we were younger."

"Yeah... that's the reason why." Miley smirked at me, as she threw the last can in our cart.

"What? Dear lord. I seriously don't want to talk about this." Trying to ignore the subject, I began to push the cart again. "I really have a problem going on with Cody. That's what I really need to talk about."

"Well, what's going on?" She asked, trying to keep up with me.

"I don't know. We were talking yesterday, and he mentioned that he wanted three boys and a girl. I had to tell him what I wanted to do with college, when he should definitely already know that. And he let me believe he was mad at me, when in reality, he wasn't the slightest angry with me at all. I just don't know what's going on with him."

"Maybe there isn't anything going on with him. Maybe there's something going on with you." She said, taking taco shells off the shelf, and began looking for the rest of the things she would need for the tacos I was making her.

I sighed. It was obvious where she was going with this. "Is this about the Oliver thing again?"

"I mean, come on Lilly, you can't honestly tell me that you don't feel anything for him. You always denied it, but I could always see it. I am your best friend for a reason."

"As is he."

"No. No." She started, shaking her head at me as she placed the cheese in the cart. "He used to be your best friend. For years on end. And that was only because you two were in the age of the opposite sex being icky. Then, after maybe junior high, around the time I came around, you started really liking him. Then before anything could ever happen with him, or you had the guts, he moved away."

"That's not what happened at all."

"So you admit something happened?"

"No. I don't." I said, pushing the cart, but stopping suddenly to grab a couple bags of tortellini(pasta filled with cheeses), before throwing them into the cart.

"What's that?" Miley asked, staring at the bags.

"Oliver's favorite."

A smirk laid on Miley's face as she decided against saying anything more. I rolled my eyes before starting once again to get Cody's hamburgers. But as the conversation started on a different topic, I couldn't help but wonder... was Miley right?

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Once we got back to the cabin, we could hear loud screaming from the inside. I gave Miley a nervous look, "What do you think's going on in there?" I asked.

"I really don't know." Miley said back to me as we heard the words, "Son of a bitch!", being yelled.

"I really hope something didn't happen between Cody and Oliver."

"What would have happened?"

"Never mind." I quickly said, before opening the door, to see what was going on.

It didn't take long before I felt stupid for assuming anything could be wrong. Cody and Oliver were both sitting on the couch, Oliver on the edge of his seat, and they were loudly playing video games. A laugh escaped my lips, as I looked at both boys. "Must be a pretty intense game."

Neither of them looked up at us, as Cody said, "Every game is intense honey."

I gave Miley a look before we walked towards the kitchen, brown bags in our hands. "Hey!" Both of the guys yelled as we walked in front of the TV screen.

"Oh, calm down." I laughed.

"Help us with these bags." Miley said, letting the ones she had in her hands land on the counter. "There's a lot more in the car." Two heavy sighs came from the other end of the cabin, before Cody paused the game, and the two boys went outside to get the rest of the bags. "It's great that they're getting along like that." Miley said, placing things inside the cabinets.

"Yeah. It really is." I stared outside the open door, watching the both of them laughing at a joke Oliver had told, not being able to decide if it really was a good thing.