Okay. So this is the first official thing I'm submitting to Fan Fiction. It's a songfic based off of my favorite song, "Teardrops On My Guitar" by Taylor Swift. (I edited it slightly because it didn't go with the story. Basically at the start of each stanza where it says 'he' is said 'Drew,' so I hope you see why I did it.
I thought it came out pretty good. Lilly is kind of out of character I think. She didn't act very Lilly-ish, but then again it's a one-shot and she didn't have much opportunity. But again, for the most part I thought it was good.
A few parts were inspired by the music video, so I'm not claiming those ideas as my own, but most of it was my own ideas and such.
So if you liked it (and even if you didn't) please leave a review if you read it. I like to be praised, but I also like constructive criticism to help make my writing better. Let me know what you liked, what you didn't like. All reviews are appreciated!
Teardrops On My Guitar
He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Lilly sat down in her seat in her Math A classroom. She opened her grey binder and began to doodle skateboards in the margins of her homework as she hummed Taylor Swift's "Teardrops On My Guitar." Kids began to flood in the classroom and Lilly looked around.
She saw Oliver look at her. He waved slightly and smiled. She smiled back, but she didn't mean it. She was attempting to hide the feeling that she got every time he looked at her that way. He winked at her when the teacher walked in and then turned his attention to Mr. Fuller. Lilly turned away sadly, as the teacher began writing on the board.
"I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about," Lilly sang to herself, wanting to rush out of the classroom and just out of this misery. Because...well...that girl he talked about was beautiful. She had everything and more. She was also Lilly's best friend–Miley. Miley was beautiful and smart and funny and...perfect. Lilly knew it, but what pained her the most was that Oliver knew it.
Miley had everything. The looks, the grades...plus she was Hannah Frickin' Montana. She had everything Lilly wanted...including Oliver.
He talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
After class Lilly exited the classroom. She walked silently to her locker and grasped the silver lock. She began to twist the lock to put in her combination. She pulled open her locker. The blond stood on tip toe to look at the books at the top of her locker. Finally she found her thick green math textbook and pulled it off of it's shelf.
Oliver walked over to where Lilly stood at her locker. He slammed his right palm against the locker and leaned on it with his right toes across his left foot. He ran his left hand through his hair and tossed his head to throw his hair. "Hey pretty lady," he said in an awful impression, as if he was coming on to Lilly.
Lilly smiled. She loved the way she felt when she was with her best friend since kindergarten. She felt so isolated when she was with him. She would always laugh at how she couldn't even tell anyone else was there when he was around. She gazed into his brown eyes and slammed her locker shut.
Lilly turned and leaned against her locker with her left shoulder, clutching her books to her chest. "What's up Oliver?" she asked casually flipping her blond hair over her shoulder.
"Ahh Lilly!" he said, putting two hands on her shoulders and shaking her back and forth playfully.
"What?" she laughed, grabbing hold of his forearms.
"Lilly," he said, and suddenly he was all serious. He paused for a moment, and gazed into her eyes. Lilly could feel the world disappearing around her, as if they were the only ones there, the only ones that mattered at all. "I'm just so in love."
Lilly's eyes widened, but she quickly tried to snap back into the mood–Oliver didn't seem to notice. "I mean," he said, looking away from her and up into space. "I've finally got it right."
"Oh Oliver," Lilly whispered. She was ready to tell him how she felt. She felt the exactly same way he was feeling right now. She would fall asleep dreaming of this moment every night. "I–"
"Hey Oliver," Lilly heard, finally aware of the people around her. She turned her head slightly to see Miley approaching. She began to quicken her pace as she ran and jumped into Oliver's arms and went in for a kiss.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Lilly couldn't bear to watch. That wasn't what she was expecting–not at all. Before Oliver or Miley had anything to say Lilly slipped away into the girls bathroom. She was relieved to find that no one was in right now. She stole away into a stall and pulled her cell phone out from the side of her Decks.
She began punching in numbers, desperately trying to hold back her tears. "Hello?"
"Hi, mom," Lilly said, tears beginning to slip from her eyes. How could this be happening. Why? Miley had everything. Everything Lilly ever wanted. "Can you come get me at school? I don't feel so well."
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Lilly laid on her bed, clutching the guitar Oliver had spend three months allowance on to buy for her birthday. He had always promised he would teach her, but they never really got around to it. Lilly bawled like a baby who wanted it's favorite toy. Tears fell from her blue eyes, tears crashing against the guitar and shattering into a million more tears.
This was the only thing Lilly wanted for such a long time–and Miley had it. It was the thing Lilly wished for when she found a four leaf clover, an eyelash, and she was saving this wish for a shooting star. But Miley had it. The one thing in the world that she wanted more than anything–Oliver.
Oliver was the reason she was always humming the sappy love songs. The reason she tried to be nice and be a good person. So she would feel as if she was good enough to be with him. But no matter what she did, he didn't want her. And probably never would.
He walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause
The next day Lilly knew she would have to face them eventually. There she was in standing in chemistry, holding a beaker at eye level. She needed to measure half a liter of the blue chemical and pour it with the red chemical.
Through her peripheral vision she could see Oliver approaching her at her right. She pretended to be deep in thought and she leaned closer to her test tubes. She began pouring some of the blue into the red when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped and dumped the entire contents of the blue vile into the red beaker.
He turned to stand next to her. He looked so perfect with his hair a mess and his apron tied lazily. She wished she could be that way to him. But he would never look at him that way, that was the way he looked at her. Miley.
Lilly was caught in a daze and didn't even realize how her chemical bubbled. It began over flowing and it began dripping everything. Lilly squealed and jumped away from the table, placing the beaker on the desk far from her.
Oliver looked down and then at his best friend. He chuckled at Lilly and winked at her nodding his head as if he was disappointed. He grabbed a towel and began to help her clean up the spill. "You're such a klutz," he joked, pushing her out of the way with his hip.
If Lilly didn't know any better, she'd think he was flirting. But he was with–Miley. It pained Lilly to even think about it. Lilly watched Oliver. She watched how he always had her back and was even cleaning up after her. She thought of him and Miley together. She better treat him well. Love him with all her heart, and hold him tight. And just think how lucky she was, 'cause Lilly would kill to be in her place.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Oliver and Miley were always together. At least it seemed that way to Lilly. She would fake a smile when they were around, always making them think she was completely happy for them. "So you're okay with this?" Miley would asked concerned for Lilly and wondering if it would affect their friendship.
"Completely!" Lilly would said ecstatically, convincing Miley what she was saying was true. All this lying began making Lilly a great liar. Miley never knew Lilly liked Oliver. No–Miley never knew that Lilly was in love with Oliver.
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" she would continue, and Miley would nod like she understood. She'd pat Lilly on the shoulder and smile. Lilly would fake a smile back and Miley would never know the way Lilly was truly feeling.
Lilly would cry alone in her room, clutching the guitar as if somehow it would make everything alright. Somehow it would make Oliver leave Miley and fall truly, madly, deeply in love with Lilly, and somehow Miley would be okay with it. That would never happen.
Lilly let her tears fall against the guitar like raindrops in a rainforest. She would roll onto her back and wipe them away, but they would keep falling.
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
Lilly sat in the backseat of her mothers car, blasting her iPod in her ears, not caring about the world at the moment. "Don't stop believin'! Hold on to that feeling!" Journey sang into her ears and filled her mind with all kind of fantasy's. Lilly tried to hold on to the thought of Oliver, and tried to believe that if they were meant to be together that it would happen. But she couldn't hold on anymore. She had to let it go.
She rolled on to her stomach and ripped the iPod from her hears when she heard Hannah Montana a.k.a. her backstabbing best friend singing "Nobody's Perfect."
"Wrong," Lilly told the iPod that was on the floor. "You're perfect. Miley, Hannah Frickin' Montana. You're perfect." Lilly thought, wanting to cry now more than ever.
Lilly got out of the car, leaving the iPod and all memories of Miley. But this wasn't fair. Miley wasn't a backstabber. Miley didn't know of Lilly's feelings for Oliver. Miley probably like Oliver just as much as Lilly did–no. Lilly couldn't believe anyone felt the same way about him as she did. There was just no way.
Lilly continued to her room. She shut the light and fell onto her bed. She gazed at the ceiling for a moment and turned to her night stand. There was a picture of Miley, Oliver, and Lilly all at the beach. They all looked so happy. Lilly looked a the picture for another moment and couldn't look at it anymore. She felt tears escaping her eyelids and she held her head back as if she was attempting to keep them in. She looked at the picture and bit her lip. Why did Miley have to ruin everything?
In frustration Lilly chucked the green picture frame across her bedroom. It slammed into the wall and left a deep gash in the white paint. It fell to the ground and the glass shattered and scattered around her floor. But she couldn't deal with it. Not now.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..
Lilly felt like half the time she would pretend to be fine and the other half she would spend on her bed with her guitar crying. She couldn't even play the damn guitar and it became her favorite thing in the whole world.
Lilly finally knew what this feeling was. It was heartbreak. Oliver was the only person in the world she loved enough to break her heart this badly. She had never felt this way before and all she wanted was this feeling to go away.
She heard her phone ring and she turned to see who it was. The heartbreaker himself. Lilly quickly brushed the tears away and caught her breath. "Hello?" she asked, sounding perfectly normal. She turned the receiver away from her mouth and let out a gasp.
"He Lils, it's Oliver," he said sounding so perfect on the phone. "Miley and I are going to the beach. You wanna come?" Miley. Why was she part of everything?
Lilly let a tear fall and she let out a choke before bringing her mouth back to the receiver. "Sure sounds great!" she said, and she pulled the receiver away to cry again. She felt like Dane Cook during his Vicious Circle routine. Only this time, it wasn't funny.
"Awesome," he said, "See ya there."
He looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
Lilly arrived at the beach. When Oliver saw her he turned to her and waved. Lilly smiled though her insides were churning. At least he wouldn't see the way she really felt...
Okay. So in the end Loliver didn't win in the end like I had planned. When I got to the end I was waiting for a great Loliver ending, but then I realized...the song doesn't really end happily. Like in the video. Taylor Swift doesn't actually end up with Tyler Hilton. He's with the ugly brunette girl. Taylor's much prettier.
Anyway. I was thinking of changing it to a two-shot and making another chapter. That way Loliver can win in the end. Let me know if you think I should do it. Plus, I need to find a good song. So let me know what you think!