Finally
And then I did the one thing I've been wanting to do forever.
I don't own Hannah Montana
Rated K
Loliver
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October 7, 2009: I updated and edited this quite a bit from the original I put up over a year ago. It might be worth taking a look at, if anyone's interested.
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This is loosely based off a scene in another story I was writing, and I happened to be watching Hannah Montana when I wrote the original, so I had Loliver stuck in my head.
It's super short, I know.
And to understand, I guess you need to know, Oliver's made the (accurate) assumption that Lilly likes him, and since he likes her back (or at least in this story, he does) he tells her and she doesn't take it well, and it leads up to this:
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She's lying on my bed.
Just laying there.
Watching me.
Hand behind back of head. Long blonde hair all spread out around her.
And she's smirking at me.
God, she looks gorgeous.
"Wha… what are you doing here?" I finally ask, after several minutes of silence where I'm standing there in front of her, dumbstruck.
"Why, you not happy to see me?" She knows how to tease me.
"I… of course I am. I just thought, you know, after what happened earlier, I just thought-"why can't I shut up?
"Well. You shouldn't," she jokes, sitting up. She stares at me in silence for a few seconds. Then stands up. "And good, about you being happy to see me, cuz I gotta talk to you," she grabs my wrist, and pulls me over to my bed.
"Sit," she demands, pointing at my own bed.
I obey her.
How can I not?
"What did you want to talk about?" I some how manage to ask, but I already now the answer.
"About…" she has on a nervous smile now, and she held my gaze for all of two seconds before looking away. "About what you said earlier."
I wait for her to go on.
"Is it true?" she's breathless. Anxious. She's looking at me like she doesn't want it to be true.
I looked down.
So I'd made a mistake. I do that all the time.
But this one…
This one might as well ruin our whole relationship.
My life.
But I know there's no way I can lie my way out this. I was never good with the whole lying thing.
"Yeah," I hear my self say after what feels like forever. "Every word of it."
I look up, and she's looking at me, too, but I can't read the expression on her face.
I take a deep breath, figuring it was probably the wrong thing to tell her.
"Cuz…" she says quietly. "Cuz you're right. I do like you. I like you a lot," wait- she's smiling now?
"Oh." Obviously my thought process isn't working to well.
Then again, when has it ever?
"Oh."
Then it makes sense.
"And, I was thinking," she continues, biting her lip in that way I love. "If you still want to, maybe we.-"
But I've heard all I need to hear, and I've already have a hold of her wrist, and pull her down into my lap.
"Oliver-" she starts.
"Just wait," I tell her, and then I do the one thing I've wanted to do forever. I kiss her.
"Lilly, be my girlfriend?" I ask her, finally.
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There you go
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