A/N: I have SEVERE writer's block for "All Else Fails", and I just neglected posting chapter two of "Miss You". I should have that up later on tonight. But, to cure my block, I decided to write a new story. This'll be an easy write because it's all about... you guessed it, Lily! And GUYS! Haha. Anyway, read on.

Disclaimer: Yep. For my birthday I'm going to Ireland. Oh, and my sister got me Hannah Montana. But she really didn't. She got me a kiwi peeler. I don't really like kiwis. She does, though. I bet there was something going on when she bought that.

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Sunday evening, 7:00

Senior Prom. It's supposed to be the best day of my life—with the exception of my wedding. So why aren't I looking forward to this Saturday? I'll tell you why. I don't have a date.

I know, it's surprising. You'd expect someone like me to have guys crawling all over me; wrestling each other to buy me my corsage. But no—not one boy showed an interest in asking me.

This is when Oliver should come to the rescue. He's my best friend, for goodness sakes! But no, he just got out of a huge, two month relationship with Ally Harwood, from history class. No, two months is not huge, in my opinion. He should ask me. I need to have a perfect night. I have a beautiful dress, I have cute shoes… I even got myself a cute manicure! I only have six days to find a date—well, five by tomorrow morning, not counting Saturday, and… oh, never mind! The point is, on Monday, I need to get a date!

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Monday morning, 5:30

RING! "Shut up," Lily said into her alarm clock. She slapped it off of her nightstand angrily, as if doing so would make it apologize. Instead, it collided with her wooden floor and shattered—everywhere.

"Lily, get up!" Her mother shouted, banging on the door.

"Yes, mom," Lily said bitterly. She rolled out of bed and cursed at a piece of metal that had broken off of her alarm clock and lodged itself in her foot. She slapped it off and proceeded to go into the bathroom to shower.

When she was dressed and her hair was curled, Lily looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't look ugly. Somebody will ask me to prom today."

"Lily, Oliver's here!" Lily's mom shouted. Lily dashed downstairs and grabbed two packages of chocolate pop tarts. Lily had yet to receive her driver's license, so Oliver had offered to drive her to and from school. In exchange, Lily would sneak him out some breakfast—whatever she was having.

"Hey, Ollie," Lily said, jumping over the door of Oliver's red convertible. She threw her messenger bag into his back seat and held out one of the packages of pop tarts.

"Looking good, Lily," Oliver said approvingly, nodding like a chicken. "Oh, and by the way, the door's there for a reason."

She grinned sarcastically at him and began eating. He turned up the volume on his CD player, and began to drive to school. When Lily had thrown the pop tart wrapper into a garbage can that they sped by, she began to sing along with the music.

"Here we are," Oliver said, pulling into the parking lot at Sea View High.

"Thanks, Ollie," Lily said, kissing his cheek.

"Any time, Lils. Just give me a ring tonight, alright?"

"Sounds good, Oliver."

"Lily!" Miley squealed from halfway across the parking lot. She dashed across the parking lot faster than… anything, I guess, and squealed as she hugged me. "Guess who just asked me to prom!"

"Who?" Lily deadpanned, looking bored.

"Dex!" Miley shrieked.

"Cool."

"You're not still single, are you?" Miley asked.

"Do you expect anything different in seven hours?" I asked sarcastically.

"Well, Lily, there's always… uh… no, he's going with Ashley… he's taking Julia… they've been together for months…"

"Face it, Miley! I'm hopeless."

"You're not… well… alright. You're hopeless."

"Miley!" Lily wailed. "You're supposed to be supportive!"

"Sorry… I'm kind of… excited."

"I couldn't tell," Lily muttered sardonically.

"Hey, Lily, can I talk to you?" a cute boy asked.

"Sure, Luke," Lily spat. "Whatever could you want?" she amended, reminding herself that somebody had to drive her to prom.

"Lily-poo, you're not still mad at me, are you?" Luke asked sweetly.

"Yes, Luke. Hannah told me that you would dump me and your other girlfriend for her!"

"That's why I was coming over here. You know Hannah on a personal basis!" Luke said joyfully.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think she'd go to prom with me?" Luke asked, grinning sideways at Lily.

"Let me see," Lily said, putting her finger on her mouth as if she was deep in thought. "Nope, she's busy. Bye, Luke!"

"Lily, wait!" Luke called. "I'll do anything! You need a date?"

"That's not your business," Lily said icily.

"I have Matt Marshall's number…"

"You do?" Lily asked quickly.

"Yep."

"No biggie, I could just get it from one of the other guys," Lily said. With that, she turned on her heel and stalked off. "Jeremy," She cooed, grinning at a cute senior who used to be friends with Matt.

"Yea, Lily?" Jeremy asked, closing the space between them and grinning down at her.

"You wouldn't happen to…"

"Wouldn't happen to what exactly?" Jeremy asked. He brushed a piece of hair out of Lily's eyes and smiled.

"Wouldn't happen to… be interested in going… to…"

"Hey, Jeremy…?" a pretty brunette asked from behind the two. "What's going on?"

"Saint Sarah?" Lily asked incredulously as Jeremy backed away from Lily and put his arm around Sarah's waist.

Sarah, now seventeen, had well-defined features, and darkly tanned skin to contrast perfectly with her dark brown hair. She flashed Lily an award-winning smile and slung her brand-name purse on her arm. Lily watched as Sarah turned and strolled away casually with Jeremy still clinging to her side.

"Even Saint Sarah has a date."

"She is pretty cute," a boy said from beside her. "Nothing like when we were in eighth grade."

"Do I… know you?" Lily asked nervously. The boy beside her stared her straight in the eyes.

"Of course you do. I'm Jake Ryan. The washed-up has-been."

"Jake? Really? I didn't recognize you…"

"Since I dyed my hair. And Zombie High ended. I was in a few movies since then."

"But Jake, you never came back. Why?"

"Lily, I wanted to come back. But Miley was so… attatched to me. She'd call me and write to me so much, that I couldn't stand telling her that I had to go to Japan for another movie."

"So instead you didn't tell her anything?"

"I… couldn't hurt her, Lily. I didn't want her to think of me as the person who left her and lied to her…"

"Well, you left her anyway," Lily interrupted. "Anyway. What are you doing back?"

"Lily, I've been here the whole semester."

"Quit lying."

"No lie," Jake winked. "I have Calculus period six, right before you."

"Wow. Thanks for saying 'hi' to me."

"I am now," Jake grinned.

"Well thank you," Lily smiled.

"Look, I know that… it may hurt Miley a little, but she's going to prom with that Dex kid… do you want to… go with me?"

"Wow, Jake… that's kind of sudden…"

"Oh, back in the eighth grade days. Girls sticking to me like honey. Those were the good old days," Jake sighed bemusedly.

"Just let me think about it, alright?"

"Let me know on Wednesday?" Jake asked. Lily nodded and walked away slowly.

Let me know on Wednesday. That's a great promise. A whole year and no attention, and now bam! I've got the ex-Zombie Slayer on my tail! Could this get any more… interesting? Ooh, hello, Josh…

"Hey, Truscott!" Josh shouted, tossing his light brown hair.

"Hi, Josh," Lily sighed dreamily.

"Can I call you tonight?" Josh asked nervously.

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A/N: Sorry about not updating any other stories. Things are moving slow. But, I'll have at least one decent update for "Miss You" and "All Else Fails" (each) before I leave for Ireland. Yes, I am going to Ireland. For two months. Eight weeks. Talk about a happy birthday! Haha, no. My birthday's in March. Anyway, a few reviews would be good—this will be about six chapters (seven tops).