AN: I wanted Oliver to ave a pedestrian fantasy. It was originally supposed to be a dream sequence, but he wasn't pervy enough to do anythin really stupid so it developed into a reality sequence.

IheartORANGE: Thank you, but it's not hard to make Loliver cute. They kind do it just by looking at each other...gah, so adorkable.

lilerin91: I'm glad you like it so far, I've got a few chapters written and I have some idea of where I want them to go, but my main goal for this is to have the ending be totally spur-of-the-moment because I lack that in some of my other stories.

PrincessCutie: I hope you keep loving it and reading it.

And I'm taking ideas for more typical horny high school boy fantasies to make into reality. So if anyone has any ideas, just put them in a review and they might end up in a later chapter...

Chapter 1: Scrub-a-Dub-Dub

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
-Jean Kerr

Oliver Oken

Lilly was standing there in front of me in a blue-and-green striped bikini. Don't get me wrong, I've seen her in a bathing suit before. We live in California, and we go surfing together all the time so it's kind of unavoidable. And Lils has never been a one-piece kind of girl, she's more halter and boy shorts. It's just when I walk into the driveway to wash the car, I don't expect her there. Let alone in far less clothing than usual.

There she was though, hand poised mid-air ready to knock. "Wow," She laughed, letting her arm go limp. "You answer fast."

I laughed too, walking past her. "Actually, my dad's making me wash his Jeep." I rolled my eyes, "Apparently washing my own car to teach myself is optional, but his is a must."

She stepped out ahead of me, and I, being clumsy, keep walking…right into her chest. I was about to make a bumbling apology but she waved me off, having grown accustomed to my idiosyncrasies over the years. "Surfing Oliver," She demanded instead. "Ring a bell?"

It took a minute but it did. The day before in history I'd promised that if she got a higher grade than me on our Hundred Years War test that I'd go surfing with her instead of 'sucking Tiffany George's face off at that stupid new Ryan Reynolds movie'. I rolled my head, "Ugh… sorry, my dad will probably kill me if I don't finish this first though"

She sighed in agitation, walking toward the garage. I am forever forgetting plans too. In fact, I'm pretty generally a dumbass in most ways. "Fuck it," She said simply. I love it when Lilly swears, she doesn't lower her voice or stutter like Miley and I do. She just says what she means, like the rest of the time basically. "I'll help, we'll get wet surfing anyways." She pulled up the door and went toward the back to find a bucket and a sponge. It might seem strange that the girl is faster than me to find things in my own home, but Lilly's never had anything for doing anything slowly (grocery shopping, walking around the mall, talking). She's also a big believer in the if-you-want-something-done-right-do-it-yourself lifestyle.

I was slightly aware that she'd just shoved something into my hand. I looked down to see I was holding a bucket with a rag and some liquid soap inside. I hadn't even known we'd had soap in the garage. She led the way back into my driveway and hung her pail on my white picket fence so she could turn on the housed. As she wet the car, I leaned against it watching her.

Methodically she started with the hood, spraying it across even then panning back to the windows and the trunk. As she sprayed the rear it splashed back onto her and her bathing suit. And then I was very aware that she was looking right at me, I stood up straight. I traced her mouth with my eyes as she said my name, "Ol-i-ver." I licked my lips as she said something I never expected her to say. "Oliver, fuck me," She whined. I felt my facial expression change to one of utter and complete shock. Would I sleep with Lilly?

"Oliver!" She repeated, throwing a sponge at me.

"Huh?" I mumbled, picking up the little yellow rectangle.

"Help me," I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I should have known from our conversation on Wednesday that Lilly didn't think of me like that. "The hose is stuck." I reached out to the stand and unraveled it a few feet. "Thanks, now take that," She pointed to the sponge. "And soap up, you're the one who's supposed to be washing the car, not me."

S*E*X

Lilly Truscott

Oliver had been acting weird ever since I'd helped him wash his dad's car. I figured it was because I'd made him work rather than sit there happily and he was just being pissy but then when we got to the beach he started again. First he put way too much room between our boards on our way into the water. Then he'd gotten out of the water due to 'stomach cramps' within fifteen minutes of us getting there, which was total BS because he hadn't eaten anything. "Ollie," I whined, sitting down next to him on the beach. "I'm getting bored all alone, surf with me."

He very obviously put about a foot between us by scooting across the sand. "I don't feel well," He mumbled lamely, not looking me in the eye. Okay so I may have found most of his previously annoying oddities quite adorable lately, but not this one.

A heart wrenching idea entered my mind. "Did you really want to go out with Tiffany?" Much as I didn't want him with any girl but me, if forcing him to hang around with me was making him unhappy I wouldn't do it anymore.

"No," He said quickly, almost too quickly, frowning. He did shift back towards me a little though, "I wasn't going to anyways. She's a tramp." That was true, she'd gone out with Johnny and Todd and then further from what Miley's heard. "I'd rather hang out with you." I felt my eyes soften on him, and immediately kicked myself mentally, He's your best friend, Lilly, and if you're not careful he's gonna catch on to how you feel.

"Come on, you big doughnut," I turned away, hiding my red face. "Let's get in the water then." So I walked back towards the ocean, pulling my blue-and-white flowered board from the sand. He listened to me, beating me into the water. As he paddled, I noticed his shorts were dangerously low. The red elastic waistband in dire danger of becoming a plumber's crack situation but I wasn't revolted, even a little bit. In fact, I stared as we crouched on waiting for the wave I was fighting the urge to pull them the rest of the way down, and the only thing I was disgusted with was me. Then it happened, as we rode, he shot back a little smug 'I'm-beating-you' grin which I interpreted differently in the moment since I was staring at a fraction of his bare ass seeing as his shorts were know halfway down. I felt my breath catch in my chest, and then proceeded to wipe out completely. In the process, I dove head first into his board. And our anklets got twisted pretty badly.

We both struggled for a minute, trying to detach from each other and I came dangerously to touching his butt. I bit my lip to the almost bleeding point to distract myself. Then he went under, and I panicked for about ten seconds, afraid that he was drowning and that it was my fault, and that since I was connected to him I would drown too. At least we'd be together…but we'd never be together. I had barely started hyperventilating when I felt his hand on my arm. Slowly I got over it, just like I did every time he touched me in a platonic way, and saw he was guiding me to my board. I got on. He pulled it, kicking his feet and sifting through the water with his free hand. We were in shallow water when I unclasped my own ankle bracelet. "Thanks," I mumbled, attempting to untangle the cords.

"No problem," He took the knot from my hand, and I felt a little jolt again at his touch. I looked away awkwardly, again trying to remind myself that this was the same Oliver I'd grown up with and shared grilled cheese sandwiches with even though it didn't felt like some new Oliver. An Oliver that I might be able to fall in love with. Yes, I was jealous of the other girls he liked. And yes, occasionally I wanted to kiss him but this silent, bashful moment….that wasn't us. We were loud and argumentative and stubborn, and we like to make as many dirty jokes as possible as to make other people uncomfortable while we giggled, and to remind Jake that he still wasn't getting any.

He dropped the now separated strings, looking at me in the fidgety, uncomfortable way he usually did when I mentioned tampons or birth-control pills to Miley. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back. I stared at him blankly. He smiled weakly, "You okay?"

I nodded shyly, "Didn't even swallow any water, you?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Maybe a little rope burn on my ankle but it's nothing buying me lunch won't make up for," He grinned.

"Wanna go to the 99?" He nodded, and we started off silently back towards his Explorer.

AN: Much shorter than the first chapter, and I don't like it nearly as much but it is what it is. THe next chapter will be awesome though. Flashback sequence promised, if you review that is. Well, you don't have to, I'll post it either way but please do.