A/N: I always wanted to do a series of Loliver one-shots. And I thought I would do it based on this album of Moby called 'Hotel'. Each one-shot will be based on a song least that is what I propose to do. All the one-shots are not connected and the only thing connecting them is that all of them are songs from Moby's album. This is the first one. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it.

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Beautiful

She was beautiful.

He could keep saying it over and over again and still never get tired of it. It was not something that had just hit him like a flash of lightning. It was something that had dawned on him the day she had held his hand, albeit to get his 64-crayon pack. Bu that did not change anything, he was four around that time and she had looked like a pretty angel to him with sun-kissed blond hair and big blue eyes. And ever since that day, that notion of blue-eyed blonde angel had stuck with him.

After all, as far as he was concerned, it was the truth.

He had gone back home that day and told his mother, that he had seen a beautiful angel. His mother of course had gently humored him as all mothers are wont to do. He had gone to school the next day with the firm intention to make that angel his best friend ever. And they did become friends, the very best of best friends—to the point where it were almost as if they were joined at the hip. Wherever she went, he went and wherever he went, she had to go too.

They had their fights of course, but the fights did not last longer than a day. It was simple they could not stay apart. Vacation times were trying; both set of parents had to deal with two crying children who refused to be consoled. Eventually the Okens' got used to Lilly tagging along on their vacations and the Truscotts' got used to Oliver tagging along.

Oliver's notion of Lilly's beauty remained all through but it recessed into to depths of his mind, maybe waiting for the right time to come up again.

They remained friends, the undertones of it changing only when they became teenagers. They still remained best friends but with it came the realization that each was of the opposite sex. Then came the realization that there were other people of the opposite sex too who awakened more than a spark of interest in them. They tentatively stepped into the waters of dating. Her first boyfriend was Matt. His first girlfriend was Becca. These were brief relationships. Both of them realized that while their respective others had good qualities; they weren't the qualities Lilly and Oliver were looking for.

What exactly were Lilly and Oliver looking for?

To an outsider the answer would be simple; they were looking for each other. But how many people know that their soul mates are right in front of their eyes? These two certainly did not.

Then the thought resurfaced having decided that now was the time. It came up at the weirdest of times though.

He had gone to see Lilly because she had been sick. He went to her bedroom. She lay on her bed, her hair fanning out on the pillow, her face flushed and her eyes were closed. She was fast asleep. He had drawn up a chair next to her bed and sat down upon it. He watched her breathing evenly, her eyelids fluttering sometimes, her bangs slowing moving across her face because of the gentle breeze in her bedroom. He had simply thought 'she is beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen'.

To find beauty in the midst of ill-health wasn't that the mark of a true soul-mate?

Oliver kept watching her until Mrs. Truscott sent him back home. He walked back home his mind a pleasant jumble of the various images of Lilly. He reached home and went straight up to bed. He grabbed a photo frame of them and lay down on the bed. He looked at it his finger tracing the image of her laughing while hugging him. He needed to tell someone about this piece of knowledge. Yet he could not think of anyone who would treat the news with the seriousness it deserved. Unless of course he told her.

But how would she respond, would she push him away, would their friendship collapse? He did not know, he did not want to know, not at the cost of their friendship. So he kept it away once more, this time in his heart, once again waiting for that day to come when he could tell her.

Days passed by so did weeks, until one day he found her crying alone in an empty classroom. He at once went in and took her into arms; she quietly enveloped her self in his arms silently crying onto his shoulder. He stroked hair and her back, allowing herself to cry herself out. She finally did and looked up at him. Even with her tear-streaked face and red puffy eyes she still looked beautiful, to him.

It never ceased to amaze him, his propensity to find her beautiful in any given situation or state.

"Amber and Ashley said I look ugly Oliver? Do I? Tell me?" she asked, her eyes looked at him mutely pleading for the truth.

He looked back at her ,"The truth is Lilly that I always thought you were beautiful, even when you were four and I was four, right now and even when you will be old and wrinkled. I think that you look beautiful every minute of the day, whatever you are doing. I always thought you were beautiful Lilly, never ugly." Oliver finished with a whisper.

"That's all I needed to know Oliver. Thank you." Lilly said a smile slowly gracing her face.

He smiled at her and stepped forward and held her face in his hands and said, "I love you my beautiful Lilly," and kissed her.

She responded to the kiss and said "I love you too Oliver," and giggled.

He was finally able to tell her what he had always known. That she was beautiful.

A/N: And how did you like it? Please read and review and tell me if I should continue. I need to know. :)

Edited as of – September 1, 2009. Man I cringed so much while editing this. But I still love it. One of the first things I ever wrote for the site. :)