A/N: Okay, just to let everyone know, this is my third post today. That's pretty much amazing (for me anyway.) Anyway, this is a one-shot, but it's going to be a series of one-shots following McFly's album 'Just My Luck.' This first one is Lilly x Oliver, but I'm planning on putting some Miley x Jake's in there and maybe some other pairings. This song is called "I Wanna Hold You."

The squeals were unbearable.

"My little boy is growing up!"

"When did you get so big?"

"I remember when you were this big!"

"And the next thing you know he'll be going off and getting married…"

Oliver rolled his eyes as cameras flashed from every angle. "Can… we… stop?" he forced out, shielding his eyes with his arm. "You guys have like another hour to take pictures; we haven't even gotten to the Stewarts' house yet!" His mother, grandmother, and sister sighed disappointedly.

Oliver's mother Petunia sniffed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I can't believe you're so grown-up," she snuffled, outstretching her arms toward her son. He rolled his eyes, but obliged, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "I mean," she continued, squeezing him harder and harder. He felt like his guts were going to burst at any given second. "It was just yesterday you said your first word… and now," she paused a moment to let out a long, horrifying sob, "You're off to your senior prom! Where does the time go?"

"To Guam?" Oliver suggested, attempting to rescue himself from his mother's death grip.

"Now is not the time for jokes, Oliver Oscar Oken," Petunia said, finally releasing him. She took a step back, sniffed, and regained her composure. And then she snapped another picture.

"Stop," Oliver said, narrowing his brown eyes. He placed his hand on the small of his mother's back and ushered her toward the door. "Let's go to Miley's and then you can go camera crazy."

---

tell me that you want me, baby

Fifteen minutes later, Petunia pulled the Oken family 4-Runner into the Stewarts' already crowded driveway.

"Oliver!"

"Ollie!"

Though the noise came from the other end of the driveway, the ear-splitting squeals probably could have been heard in Iowa, or somewhere in that general area.

Oliver grinned as he emerged from the car. Miley Stewart and Lilly Truscott were sprinting toward them… or attempting to sprint… that was hard, considering their shoes were several inches high.

tell me that its true

They looked beautiful.

Miley's caramel brown hair was sloppily, yet classily pinned up on the back of her head, except for a single, stray curl that hung in her face. Her dress was a deep, navy blue and fell just past her calves. The bodice and thin, spaghetti straps were silky and clung to her curves and when it hit her hips, it flared slightly, becoming a meshy material.

Lilly's hair hung down in her natural waves. She wore almost no make-up (though it was more than she usually wore) and her strapless, soft gold, ankle-length dress hugged her in all of the right places.

say the magic words and I would change the world for you

Oliver gulped as they threw themselves into his arms.

"Doesn't my prom date look handsome?" Miley grinned, pinching his cheek.

In the eighth grade, Miley, Oliver, and Lilly had made a pact that whoever was the most desperate would go to their senior prom with Oliver. Since both Lilly and Miley were in relationships, it was difficult for them to follow through with the pact, but when Jake got called to film a last-minute movie in New Zealand, Miley became the lucky girl.

"Well, you are going with Smokin' Oken," he grinned, kissing her temple. Miley laughed and swatted his chest.

Lilly coughed.

The two looked over at the third. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she tapped her foot impatiently.

Oliver laughed and placed a kiss on Lilly's temple as well. "Are we jealous?" he laughed, cocking an eyebrow at the small blonde.

an army for the broken hearted

She rolled her eyes. "Don't make me sick."

"You know," Oliver grinned as his best friends linked either of their arms through his, "You could've come with me, Lilly."

Lilly rolled her eyes… again. "Don't flatter yourself, ya donut," she said, nudging him with her elbow as the group reached the top of the driveway. "I'm just speaking to you because my super hot date isn't here yet."

It was Oliver's turn to roll his eyes.

marching through the streets

Suddenly, freakishly loud rap music filled the neighborhood as a large, black Escalade squealed into the driveway.

"Blake-y!" Lilly squealed, detaching herself from Oliver as she flew back down the driveway.

"Blake-y!" Miley and Oliver mimicked.

"I hate that guy," Oliver muttered, shaking his head as he watched the tall, blonde surfer step out of the car. Lilly flung his arms around him excitedly and he slung an arm around her waist… as if he didn't care… which he didn't.

the city's at surrender and its falling at your feet

"Yeah, and we all know why," Miley muttered, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Um, he's a jerk, that's why!" Oliver said defensively, a blush creeping up his neck.

"Come on, Ollie," Miley urged as the two watched the couple dive into a passionate kiss. "Everyone's known about your crush on Lilly since, like, the second grade."

Oliver frantically searched his mind for a denial, or at least some sort of response, but before he could come up with something that was believable, Mr. Stewart called the group over for pictures.

Oliver watched reluctantly as Lilly took Blake's hand happily, leading him up the driveway.

i wanna hold you

my skies are turning black, feels like a heart attack

and i'd do anything you ask, i wanna hold you bad

---

An hour later, Lilly and Blake were making out.

"This is disgusting," Oliver muttered to Miley as the limo pulled out of the Stewarts' driveway. "I mean, couldn't they have at least waited until we were at prom… where it's dark… and I don't have to watch them."

i'd melt the polar ice caps, baby

He shuddered as Blake pulled away momentarily to take a swig from the flask in his hand. He dove right back in.

Miley rolled her eyes, patting Oliver's shoulder patiently. "You're gonna be okay, bud."

"I'm totally fine!" Oliver protested softly, so the others wouldn't hear. "If she wants to make out, she can do it with whoever. I'd just prefer it if it weren't in front of me."

and watch them flood the earth

"So… say, if they were going to go to a hotel after prom," Miley began. Oliver looked at her, his eyes cutting daggers. Miley threw her hands into the air. "Hypothetically!" she reassured, rolling her eyes again. "Hypothetically, if they were to go to a hotel after prom, you'd be totally fine with that… as long as you didn't have to watch?"

"Yes," Oliver said, crossing his arms across his chest. Miley gave him a 'Yeah, right, ya donut' look. He sighed, "Okay, no. I wouldn't be."

i'd do anything to show you what your love is worth

"I thought so!" Miley squealed triumphantly.

Lilly and Blake had paused again as Blake took another swig of his drink. "Blake-y," Lilly whined, smacking his shoulder playfully, "Pay attention to me and not whatever's in that dumb flask."

so won't you show me your devotion

Blake ignored her. "Hey, Ronnie," he said to a guy across from him, "Fill 'er up!" He let out a loud burp and several of the guys around him cheered and high-fived. Ronnie pulled a can of beer from the refrigerator and filled Blake's flask up.

"Dude, I'm so stoked about spiking the punch," Blake said, casually slinging his arm around Lilly, who had crossed her arms across her chest in a huff. "I mean, won't it rock to see everyone as totally wasted as we are?"

to heal my aching heart

"Ye-e-ah!" Ronnie cheered, and the guys laughed and high-fived again.

Lilly brushed some stray hair out of her eyes and turned to Blake. "Maybe you should save some of that for later," she said, gesturing at the flask.

"Babe," Blake said, as if he were shocked that she would even suggest he slowed down on his alcohol intake, "Chill. It's prom, dude. It's like a time for getting wasted and having sex." Blake tightened his arm around Lilly and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he came to the last word.

Oliver cringed. Miley put her hand on his arm.

and keep polluting like the oceans tearing me apart

"I thought it was a hypothetical situation."

---

"Well, Miss Miley, it does look like we're at a dancing party," Oliver said, putting on a fake southern accent. "I do believe I'd like to dance with the prettiest belle at the ball." He cocked an eyebrow and gave a mock bow, extending his hand.

Miley laughed and rolled her eyes, but she took his hand and led him onto the dance floor.

attention, please

"Let's go dance, Blake-y," Lilly said, tugging on Blake's arm as they entered prom.

"Dude," Blake said, "I don't dance."

"Blake!" Lilly said. "This is a dance. That's what you do here, you dance. What's the point of you even bringing me here if you're not even going to do that much for me? We might as well have skipped straight to the having sex part!"

we interrupt this program for some disturbing news

Blake took a long sip of his beer and let out another prize-worthy belch. "But without coming here," he laughed, giving Ronnie another high-five, "We wouldn't get to do the 'getting wasted' part!"

a worldwide evacuation, we're going to lose

Oliver watched as Lilly and Blake argued heatedly by the punch bowl. A slow song began to play and he felt Miley's arms wrap around his neck. He encircled her waist with his, his eyes still focused on Lilly. Finally, Lilly threw her arms up in the air in frustration and stormed out of the room.

and they've pulverized the nation, i guess it shows you just what love can do

Oliver's eyes followed her out of the room. He heard Miley sigh and snapped back into reality. "Sorry," he chuckled, blushing slightly.

"Oliver," Miley said.

"Yes?"

She unwrapped her arms from his neck and took a step back. "Go get her."

Oliver grinned and saluted her. "Ay yi, Cap'n!" And then, he took off, he flew out of the room, frantically searching the lobby for any sign of her. When she wasn't there, he ran outside. It was pouring rain, but he didn't care. Finally, he saw her. She was sitting on the curb, her head resting in her hands.

i wanna hold you

"Lilly!" he yelled, jogging toward her.

She glanced up. Make-up was pouring down her face and Oliver guessed that the rain wasn't the cause.

my skies are turning black, feels like a heart attack

"What happened?" he asked, crouching in front of her.

She shook her head and sniffed. "It's over, Ollie," she said softly.

He tentatively reached his hand out, softly touching her face. "I'm sorry."

and i'd do anything you ask, i wanna hold you bad

She shook her head as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I shouldn't have been dating him," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "He was always wasted, half of the time he called me 'Lizzy.'" She chuckled slightly and then let out another cry.

Oliver rubbed her back. "He didn't deserve you," he said quietly.

Lilly pulled away from him and met his gaze. "Oh?"

and i'd do anything you ask

Oliver shook his head. "You're amazing, Lils. You need someone who knows that."

"I'm not amazing," she said, shaking her head.

"You are," Oliver said, lifting her chin with his thumb. "You are, and that's why I… love you."

She gasped quietly as his lips met hers in a soft kiss.

i wanna hold you bad

A/N: I wasn't planning on finishing this today, but I got an interesting review from daisy17 on 'Breaking Point', which inspired me to finish. According to daisy17, no one should write Lolivers anymore, because daisy17 doesn't enjoy reading them. I don't believe that daisy17 actually read my story, just chose to leave an extremely long comment on how I shouldn't write another Loliver because they are "wrong." Huh…

Anyway, here's another Loliver… hope you enjoy. :)