He wrapped his large, warm hand around her smaller one. They sat in front of the sunset on the beach, just staring into each other's eyes. He reached up, and touched her cheek, pushing a stray strand of her curly brown hair back behind her ear. He brought his other hand up to her other cheek, and gently began pulling her head closer to his. She closed her eyes. Their faces mere millimeters apart...

The alarm clock buzzed loudly somewhere off to the left, and Miley awoke from her dream, startled. No, I did not just have that dream about…Oliver? He's my best friend, I don't feel that way about him…Or do I?

Miley shook the thought from her head, and began to get ready for school. Junior year had begun, and she was now sixteen. She and lily were still best friends, as, of course, was Oliver.

After a quick breakfast, and goodbye to her Dad, she headed out the door, and on the bus to school.

Fifteen minutes later, Miley was at her locker, getting everything ready for class, when she heard the footsteps of two sets of feet behind her. She turned around.

"Hey Mile!" Lilly exclaimed excitedly. Miley smiled back at her, and glanced over at Oliver. It was then when se remembered her dream. What did it mean? Am I really starting to have feelings for 'Smokin' Oken?' The one that followed me around as Hannah for nearly a year? Oliver smiled back at her. It's true. He did get a lot cuter over the last few year, but still…

"MILEY!" "huh?" Miley suddenly realized she had been standing there, gawking at Oliver for the past two minutes. Lily stepped in front of her, and gave her a confused look. Miley shrugged. Oliver was now staring back at her, with an unreadable expression. "Come on, We'll be late for class!" Lily said as she took Miley by the arm and guided her towards their class.