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Lilly's POV

"I love New Year's!", I exclaimed as I jumped onto my bed.

It was then that I felt the weight on the bed shift, and felt air being blown into my face. I looked up to see who it was, and, like I had originally suspected, it was Oliver. From what I could tell, he had tripped over my bookbag on the floor, and fallen face first next to me on the bed. He then turned his head towards me, and was breathing in my face.

"Ugh, Oliver, I'm getting you mouthwash for your birthday", I said giggling.

"Well Lilly, you have no room to talk. I'm not the one that killed a plant last week by breathing on it", Oliver responded with a smirk.

"How many times do I have to tell you, that wasn't my breath!", I began, "The plant was already dying!"

"And thanks to you, it was put of its misery", Oliver said, trying extremely hard not to laugh.

I gave him a light, playful shove, or so I thought. Oliver had been trying to sit up when I had shoved him, so it knocked him off balance when I did that. He then fell of the side of the bed, and landed with a thud on the ground.

"OW!", came Oliver's cry from the floor.

I started to laugh uncontrollably, and seeing Oliver's glare as he looked up at me from the floor made me laugh even harder. I wasn't paying attention to where I was rolling while I was laughing, and somehow felt the bed fall out from underneath me. Or, for lack of a better term, I fell off the side of it.

Luckily, Oliver was there to break my fall.

"Oomph", was the sound of air rushing out of Oliver's mouth. He hadn't been expecting me to fall on top of him, and it knocked the wind out of him. We were now in a very awkward position. With the way that we both had fallen, I had ended up in his laugh, and his arm was now around my shoulder.

We both scrambled up quickly and a very short awkward silence ensued, until Oliver broke it.

"We are two clutzes."

"No kidding Ollie."

"You know, after about 14 years of being in this room you would think I'd be prepared for the dangers of it."

I giggled at Oliver's sillyness. We had been best friends since before pre-school, because our parents had been best friends in college, lived near each other, and had raised us essentially together. If there was a true definition of best friends forever, we would be it. I had my girl best friend as well, Miley. But Oliver would always be my number one best friend.

"So are you spending the night Ollie?", I asked.

"Looks like it", he said with a smirk.

"I'll get your sleeping bag", I responded, and made my way out my bedroom door, down the hallway, and into the hall closet. I pulled out the sleeping bag the Oliver usually slept in, and set it out on the floor.

An hour and a half later, he was asleep in his sleeping bag on the floor, while I laid on my bed, just watching him. He looked so peaceful asleep. I took the opportunity to pull the covers of the sleeping bag up so it covered him. Then, I kissed him goodnight on the forehead, and gently drifted off for a night of sleep.