Chapter 1
Lilly's POV
"We should start heading home, Lilly," my best friend, Oliver, says to me. "It looks like it might rain at any moment."
I glance up into the gray sky. He's right, but I'm not done here. "Just five more minutes, okay?" Oliver looks unsure. "Please? I really need to practice if I want to beat the crap out of Heather!"
Oliver and I are at the skate park, sitting at the top of the big half pipe. Everybody else had left about ten minutes ago.
He sighs with a small grin on his face. The breeze blows his dark brown hair across his chocolate colored eyes, and he shakes his head to clear his vision. "Alright. Five minutes," he promises me. He pats me on the shoulder, just before jumping off the half pipe and sitting on a bench under a tree next to the ramp.
At that moment, It starts raining. Oliver and I look at each other. I mouth, five minutes, holding up a hand to indicate '5'. He mouths back, Fine.
I should have known that it wouldn't be safe to skate in the rain. As I grind the top of the half pipe, my board slips on the wet wood, and I go down, landing on my foot in a position that I am pretty sure my ankle shouldn't be in. I hear a crack.
"Lilly!" Oliver yells. I hear the sound of his sneakers against the pavement, and in a few seconds, he's kneeling next to me.
Okay, before I go any further, I want to clear things up a bit. Oliver and I have been best friends just about all our lives; since preschool, when I moved next door. But just last year, when Oliver broke up with Joannie, I realized that I had developed a huge crush on him. Now I think about him all the time, even though I seriously doubt that Oliver does, or ever will, feel the same way about me.
Now, back to the present. I feel excruciating pain in my ankle. I am sitting there, crying, and Oliver asks me, "Lilly! Are you okay?"
"Of course not, dumb ass! Do I look like I'm okay?" I sob, feeling a bit guilty, knowing that he is only trying to help." I'm sorry," I apologize, still sobbing. "Just call 9-1-1 or something!"
He does that, and while we are waiting, Oliver pulls me into a hug as my sobs subside. I don't feel weird about crying in front of him; I've done it before. I cried when my dog got hit by car in third grade. I cried when my grandpa died when we were in sixth grade. I cried when I told him my dad left us in seventh grade. And now I am crying in the middle of a skate park with a broken ankle. Oliver is always there for me when I need him most. He is truly the best friend I could ask for, although I wish we were more than that.
I'm sorry it's so short! This is my first story, and I thinks it's okay considering that, but I need your opinions! Please Review!