Neighbors

Chapter Eight – Bonding time

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And sorry for the wait, you know how it goes ... life, writers block, lost inspiration blah blah blah

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Sitting indian style on her couch Miley slurped another noodle into her mouth. The television was on playing re runs of Seinfeld but she was hardly paying attention. Only one thing was on her mind, Oliver and that kiss.

How good it felt to have his lips pressed against her own. Her toes curling at the friction from the slightest touch. It was a kiss made for the movies – until she slapped him.

Miley was never one to dwell in denial. Life was too short for that. She admitted, she's attracted to Oliver. Ever since she laid eyes on him wrapped in that damn sheet. He was however a jerk, which helped keep her mind on track.

Monday had come and gone but not without a hitch, Miley had to tell Marcy about what happened but of course Marcy had little to say about it, "Darling I don't take no for an answer. Remember we've got three weeks to get the ball rolling, don't let me down."

Coming up with a way to get Oliver's name on the dotted line proved harder than she initially thought it would be. She went to Larry for advice but he couldn't help her. He did apologize for Oliver though, "Doll face I'm so sorry. I had no clue Oliver would do that. He's a good man trust me but sometimes he acts before he thinks-"

Politely she cut him off. After all it wasn't Larry that needed to apologize.

"Dr. Lillian Truscott speaking, how may I help you?" In times like this, it was only one person Miley could go to.

"Lilly it's me."

"Miley oh my gosh hi! I've missed you so much and I've got so much to tell you. You'll never guess what happened to Jackson."

"Slow down Lilly, one thing at a time." Miley smiled into the phone. It was good to hear from her best friend again but honestly when everything was coming out together making one big word, it was enough to rattle anyone's brain.

"Sorry, so how've you been? Tell me everything."

From there Miley went on retelling everything that happened in her short week. Her first day learning about everyone, a few of their dirty little secrets included. Oliver. Larry. Gabe. The kiss they shared and her attraction. Oliver.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Here I am healing people and you've met two guys. Both drop dead gorgeous dying for your attention," Miley could practically see the smirk stretching across her friend's face, "I've got nothing on you." Lilly joked. It wouldn't matter if Lilly were in Miley's shoes, she had eyes for Jackson since freshman year of high school and it wasn't going to change anytime soon. Now if only her pig headed brother could open his eyes.

"Lucky me." Miley said dryly.

"I say you go upstairs bust this Oliver's door down and ravage him. So when he comes to you have him sign." Lilly giggled.

If only it could be that easy, and not whorish … Miley might have considered it.

"Are you done?" Miley asked and after Lilly calmed down she went on to ask, "What should I do?"

"I honestly don't know. Why doesn't he want to sign?"

"I never asked."

"Well that's what you need to do. Then when you get your answer spin it for all its good qualities. I mean who wouldn't want to be a rock star?"

"You're right," Miley said, putting the phone between her ear and shoulder to scoop more noodles from her bowl. "If I had his voice-" Miley looked toward her door were a light knocking was coming from. "Hold on."

It wasn't a surprise to find him standing on the other side of her door. She had a hunch. "What do you want?"

"Is that how you greet your guest?"

"The unwanted ones, yes."

"Uh huh…" Oliver nodded slowly, "So are you gonna let me in or not?"

"Let me call you back." Miley said into the phone, only to have Lilly ask her a million questions in return. "No, I'll call you back. Miss you too bye." She didn't welcome him warmly, only leaving the door open for him as she walked back over to the couch to put her phone on the coffee table.

"Boyfriend?" Oliver asked, after closing the door to lean against it.

"Not that it's any of your business but no, my best friend."

Oliver nodded, walking closer to the couch. "Does he know about us?"

"There is no us." Miley stated, getting up from the couch to take her bowl to the sink. Oliver following her along.

"You know he's probably in love with you right?"

"I highly doubt that."

"But he is 90% of the time one half of a different sex friendship is in love with the other. It's a fact, read it in a book." Miley had to restrain from pulling a shocked face, instead she walked back to the couch.

"It reads."

Oliver shrugged sitting down beside her, "Occasionally, you know … when I'm not assaulting people with my penis." He gave her a cheeky smile and she had to resist the urge to punch him.

"Well I know this for a fact because my best friend just so happens to be in love with my older brother."

Miley swore she could have died from the look on Oliver's face. His brows nearly lifted ten inches on his face and his eyes grew the size of saucers. "And my best friend also happens to be a girl."

"Oh." Oliver felt like the butt end of some big joke. He felt stupid for bringing it on himself.

"So is there any other reason you're here? Y'know besides accusing my non gay- non guy – best friend of being in love with me?"

It was rare for Oliver to blush, but sitting here in her living room he was doing it madly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No you really shouldn't have."

"Look," he cleared his throat, it was time to do what he came to do and hopefully move on, hopefully to her bedroom. "Saturday at the park, I shouldn't have did what I did. I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have jumped on you like that. I'm sorry."

"I'll forgive you." Oliver smiled. This wasn't going to be as hard as he thought. "If you agree to sign with MSR."

Oliver scoffed, "then I guess I'm not forgiven. I already told you I'm not signing."

"Why not?" Miley asked, he was young, he was hot, and he had talent why in the world would he not want it?

"What for? So I can sell out and have my music go to waste. They'll just twist and turn it into some pop bullshit." Oliver shook his head, "I don't think so."

"You know you're missing out on a once in a lifetime opportunity." Miley said, just to clarify things up a bit. Once she told Marcy the news, she was sure the woman would scrap the offer never to give him another chance.

"Who said I wanted it in the first place?"

His tone rash as he let the words slip from his lips. Catching her attention, something was off she didn't know what but she found herself wanting to know. Maybe Oliver had another side to him like in those teen movies where the mysterious guy had a sensitive side just aching to get out. "Then what do you want?"

"To be a porn star."

Maybe not.

"You're an idiot you know that." This time she didn't have to stop herself from punching him, she did.

"You know for a girl, you hit amazingly strong." Oliver laughed, taking her balled fist in his hands, "I bet you have hook that would kill."

Miley snatched her hand away. "Look Oliver-"

"Oh so you actually know my name," His smiled grew. "And here I thought my parents had it wrong all along. I was so sure it was jerk."

Miley didn't bother to respond. Not when she didn't have to deal with it in the first place, "May I ask why your still in my apartment. Don't you have like, a girl, or something waiting for you upstairs."

"Jealous?"

Like you wouldn't believe, was her body's first reaction. "Not in this life time."

"Right." Oliver knowingly said, stretching the word out to its maximum.

"Just get out."

"Why would I do that when I can spend my evening with you," he looked around her living room, "watching re runs and," he looked to her coffee table and the piles of paper that lay there, "doing work."

Oliver lifted a sheet of the top pile, "So what do we do with these. File them somewhere or what?"

Miley snatched the paper from his hand, "None of your business. Seriously you can get out."

"I know I can but I chose not to." Oliver said, leaning in so that his face was inches from hers. Miley mind flashed back to the park. This time he smelled like spice –maybe it was that axe cologne that men wore- she didn't know but whatever it was it was drawing her in.

Oliver paused, seeing if she would go any farther. He was dying to touch her lips again.

"Would you just kiss me already!" Oliver sighed after sometime. Usually girls never made him wait but once again Miley was proving to not be just some other girl.

"No."

The look on Oliver's face said it all. It matched exactly with Gabe's the night at the club. What was with the guys in New York? Haven't they ever heard the word no before.

"I think you should go." Miley said, moving away from him and going over to the door to hold it open for him.

Oliver blinked, his eyes blank. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"But-" Oliver said, walking towards the door. Still finding it hard to believe that she was throwing him out. Girls loved him. They never threw him out. "But-"

"But nothing." Miley said slamming the door shut in his face.

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