A/N: Here's a little one-shot. I mean, really little. It's very short, but I think it has a good moral. Please read, and review!!

So I've been reading all these books lately… and I've noticed something about all of them. They all have to do with love. What's so great about a 4 letter word like that? It's not like anyone really knows what it is… well… until they're married or something… but that's not the point.

Miley has a boyfriend, Jake, right? Right. She's all lovey-dovey with him and it gets soooo annoying! She always says stuff like, "Oh my gosh, I just had the best date with Jake. It was so romantic, and I love him so much!" Blah, blah, blah!

I am proud to say that I don't say stuff like, "I love him." I don't even have a crush on anyone. Oliver likes me, not love, but like. You know how I know? Well… it all started when I was just finishing up some homework in my room…

The phone started ringing, so my mom answered it, like always. I even heard her from downstairs.

"Hello?" She said.

And then someone else was talking, but of course I couldn't hear it.

"Oh yes, hold on." She said again. Then she called for me to pick up the phone, so I did.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey… uh… this is Oliver." He said.

"Oh, hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing really… I'm just playing on the computer. What about you?"

"I'm finishing up some homework. If you don't mind my asking, why did you call?"

"Oh, I was just calling 'cause…" He started, but then I guess someone took the phone from him.

"Oliver wants to know if you'll go out with him!!!" Some guy yelled in the phone.

I heard laughing in that back-round, so I guessed it was just a dare. I quickly hung up the phone. Why would I even answer if they were joking? I mean, really.

The phone rang again. My mom answered it again, and it was for me… again.

"Hello?" I said.

"YES OR NO???" The same guy asked.

"NO!" I said… more like yelled.

"Fine, bye." He said.

"Bye." I hung up and went back to doing homework.

You get it? I sure hope you do, 'cause that's how this whole thing started. That next day at school (they called on a Friday night, so this happened on Monday) was really weird…

As I was walking to my class, I dropped my books, and I started to pick them up, but then one of Oliver's friends bent down and helped me.

"Hey Lilly, sorry about Friday." He said.

"Did you guys really mean it, or were you just joking around?" I asked.

"Ask Oliver, he might tell you."

When he was done helping me, I went to go talk to Oliver. Maybe he really does like me, I thought.

"Hey Oliver, about Friday night…" I started.

"I'm sorry." He said without giving me a chance to say anything else.

"No, you don't have to be sorry, I just want to know if you really meant it…" This was awkward…

"Well… yeah…I did. I meant it."

AKWARDNESS!!!

I thought it was really, well, brave of him to say that. I would never have the courage to do that.

So after he told me, I said no. He got all mad, but he said he understood.

This brings me back to the four letter word, 'love'. He didn't love me, but he did like me. If he really loved me, then he would kiss me or something. I don't know, I've never known what love really is.

The four letter word hate means something entirely different. Hate means that you never want to talk to them, or even see the person. No one hates anyone. I ha—I dislike it how when ever someone is in a fight with someone else, one of the people always say that they hate you, but do they really mean it? I don't know… that's why I'm asking!!!

If you ever figure out what either of those four letter words mean, can you tell me?

A/N: Sudden ending, and short, but I kind of liked it. The first 'example' that Lilly gave really happened to me in real life. Actually, you could say that I was Oliver in that situation, and my crush was Lilly. Don't worry, my crush isn't a girl, and I am not a guy!! LOL. Please review!!