Miley.

Shut up.

Miley.

SHUT UP.

MILEY!

WHAT THE FLIP DO YOU WANT?

Flip?

YEARGH.

Yeargh?

Oliver.

Yesssssssss?

Donut…leave me A L O N E.

SORRY! No can do! NADA!

Miley sighed and crumpled up the note passed to her by her best friend, Oliver Oken…or as he enjoys being called 'Smoken Oken'. Ha. Where did that come from? She got up from the couch and tossed it in the trash. What baffled her was the fact that Oliver was sitting just two feet away from her, at her own house none the less, and he could have just as easily used his vocal chords to communicate.

Oliver sat there watching her graceful walk to the trash can, heartbroken. That one little note passing meant so much to him…not that it mattered, anyway.

Okay, so maybe in some stupid, twisted way it did. He couldn't help it. He couldn't control what his heart wanted. He could control his brain, but his heart? No. That was hard.

Miley was perfect in his mind. She was gorgeous and was really sweet.

Not that it mattered to anyone else that she was nice, but it mattered to Oliver. Heck yes, did it matter to him.

He was a donut, a stupid insolent creature to many. But to Lily and Miley, he was the lovable guy they called their best friend.

Miley turned away from the trash can and Oliver's eyes traveled up to hers. The blue gray eyes met his chocolate brown eyes for a few moments and Oliver's mind snapped back to reality as he turned his head down towards his paper, blushing slightly.

Miley continued walking back to the couch and sat down once more, with no words said, and they resumed working, the past moment, forgotten.

Life is so not fair.

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A/N

Yeah...a little short, sorry.

And they didn't end up together...

*sighs*