Hey all! Since my last story, "S.O.S." was such a huge hit, I decided to make my next story be a SEQUEL! I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the last story. Once again, it's named after a song, (from Hairspray, LOVE that movie!) but it is NOT a songfic. I may have a chapter set to a song like I did in the last story, but I'm not sure yet. Okay, here it goes. Hope you like.

Summary: A year after their kidnapping, Lilly and Oliver's relationship is still going strong. However, their good fortune can't last forever when a mysterious disappearance reunites them with two people they hoped NEVER to see again.

Disclaimer: If I must admit, I will. I d-d-don't own Hannah Montana. Grrr...in the words of Miley, "I HATE you for making me say that!"

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Chapter One: Birthday Surprises

Brriiinngg!

Lilly Truscott reached up and knocked her alarm clock off of the nightstand, shutting it up for the time being before rolling over and trying to go back to sleep. She knew she had to get up, but that didn't make 8:30 seem any later. It was her summer, for crying out loud. Why shouldn't she be able to sleep in just because she had to work?

"Lilly! You better be getting up!" her mother called up the stairs.

Lilly moaned and threw the covers back over her head. Mondays were always the toughest. She hated the freedom of sleeping in on the weekends and then having to go back to the early routine on Monday. It always hit her the hardest. A loud knock sounded at her door, nearly causing her to fall out of her bed.

"Lillian Marie! I better see you out of this room and dressed for work in ten minutes or I will come in there and drag you out myself!"

Lilly sighed in an annoyed way and got out of bed. She knew her mom was serious when she used her middle name. Lilly stood up, ruffling her long, blond hair, grabbed her favorite robe, and headed towards the bathroom. After a quick shower, she changed into a white blouse and jeans. She pulled her hair back into a neat bun and put on a little bit of make-up.

She walked down the stairs to find her parents sitting at the table, her mother making breakfast and her father reading the paper. Her mother looked up as she entered.

"Good morning," she said sweetly, instantly dropping the anger she had just expressed mere minutes ago. "Would you like some bacon or scrambled eggs before you go?"

"No thanks," Lilly replied. "I'm gonna be late if I don't leave now." She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter. "I'll just eat on the way. Bye."

She exited her house and walked the two blocks to the little diner that she worked at during the summer weeks. It didn't pay much, but it was good enough. She was saving up to buy a car by the time her sixteenth birthday rolled around.

Birthday!

Lilly just realized that today was her fifteenth birthday. How on earth could she have forgotten? Then again, her parents didn't seem too determined to mention it to her. Why hadn't they said anything to her? Normally her parents would surprise her by coming into her room and singing "Happy Birthday" to her before giving her a present. Then the family would go out to dinner that night at the restaurant of Lilly's choosing (which was usually Chinese).

But this morning, they had said nothing. Now Lilly suddenly felt hurt inside. How could her parents have forgotten one of the most important days of her life? They hadn't even acknowledged it. Why?

"You're late," her boss, Mark, said as she walked into the diner.

"I know. I'm sorry, Mark," Lilly said, grabbing her apron, pad, and pen. "I overslept."

"Just go over to Table 3 and take those men's orders," Mark replied. Lilly started towards the table. "Oh, Lilly." Lilly stopped and turned around. "Happy Birthday by the way."

Lilly suddenly felt like crying. Her boss who's only known her for two months wishes her a happy birthday but her own parents couldn't? "Thanks," she said quietly before walking over to the table and taking the orders of the two men sitting there.

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Around 11:00 that morning, as Lilly was getting some orders ready, Mark came up to her.

"There's a kid at Table 4 who is insisting that you serve him immediately," he said. "So, to avoid a riot, can you go over there, like, now?"

"Sure," Lilly replied. "Just let me take these orders to Table 1 and I'll be right over there." She was slightly confused; why would somebody be insisting to see her? She gave the food to the people at Table 1 and walked over to Table 4.

"What can I get for you?" Lilly asked as she approached the young man and pulled out her pad and pen.

"I don't know. What would you recommend?" Lilly recognized the voice and instantly squealed with joy as the boy sitting in front of her.

"Oliver!" she said as he stood up to hug her. "What are you doing here? It's barely eleven!"

"What, I can't come in to wish my favorite girl a 'happy birthday'?" Oliver asked.

"At least you remember," Lilly said in a disappointed tone.

"Of course I remembered," Oliver replied. "Lils, I may only have been your boyfriend for a year now, but I've been your best friend since we were five. I never forget your birthday."

"Well, it's just..." Lilly trailed off. But then she took one look into Oliver's eyes and decided that he would be the best person to tell. "My parents didn't say anything about it this morning. They didn't sing to me or give me a present. They didn't even acknowledge it!"

"Well, I'm sure they didn't mean to," Oliver said. "Maybe they didn't want to make you late for work so they were going to wait until you got home."

"Yeah, maybe," Lilly replied. "Well, since it is my birthday, wanna go out tonight?"

"Oh, sorry, Lils," Oliver said. "I would really like to, but my mom got promoted again this morning and she wants to take the whole family out to dinner. I tried to get out of it, but she wants us all there."

"Oh, okay," Lilly said. "I understand."

"But, I can walk you home after work if you want," Oliver said. "What time do you get off?"

Lilly smiled. "3:30," she replied. "I'll be waiting." She leaned forward and started to kiss him.

"Truscott! I'm not paying you to socialize with the customers!" Mark shouted from the kitchen.

Lilly pulled away from Oliver quickly. "Sorry," Oliver said. "I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"It's okay," Lilly said. "Mark gets mad about everything. I mean, honestly, there's like five other people in here."

"Well, I will see you at 3:30 then," Oliver said, giving her a swift kiss.

"Don't be late," Lilly said as Oliver turned and left. She was amazed at the progress Oliver had made since their terrible kidnapping a year ago. She was now physically unscathed (mentally, she still needed some work), but Oliver had had a much farther way to go. His biggest concern had been his left leg, which had been shot during their first attempted escape. The doctors said that he was very lucky; if the bullet had been lodged just an inch higher, he may have lost permanent mobility of his leg. But he was fortunate and now walked with just a slight limp. It was barely noticeable to Lilly; Oliver just couldn't run as fast as he used to.

"Truscott!" Mark yelled again. "Let's go! You've got new customers at Table 4!"

Lilly jerked out of her daydream and saw that two men had come to sit at the table that Oliver had just vacated. She shook her head and walked over to them.

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Finally 3:30 arrived. Lilly dropped off her last receipt, told Mark she was leaving, and exited the diner to find Oliver standing there holding flowers and a small white box. She giggled and blushed.

"Oh, Ollie, you didn't have to do that," she said, walking over to him and giving him a kiss.

"Yes, I did," Oliver replied, handing her the flowers and box. "Happy Birthday."

Lilly took the flowers and opened the box. She gasped as she saw the beautiful, golden locket sitting inside of it. It was shaped like a heart with a diamond letter L on it.

"Oliver," she whispered in awe, still staring at the locket. "It's...it's..."

"You're welcome," Oliver said, kissing her cheek. He grabbed the locket and helped to clasp it around Lilly's neck.

"It's perfect," Lilly said.

"Just like you," Oliver replied, linking his fingers with hers. They walked down the street together, hand in hand, talking and laughing. When they finally reached Lilly's house, Oliver turned to her.

"You're sure you can't hang out tonight?" Lilly asked in one final desperate attempt.

"I wish I could," Oliver replied. "I tried asking my mom again, but...well...you know how she is."

"Ooh...did she use her man voice again?" Lilly asked, wincing.

"Yeah," Oliver replied. "Here, let me get the door for you," he added.

"Thanks," Lilly replied. Oliver reached over and opened the door. The lights were off, which was odd, Lilly thought, for the middle of the day. Suddenly, a switch flicked them all on and a bunch of people stood up and shouted "SURPRISE!"

"Oh my god!" Lilly exclaimed, nearly dropping her flowers as she saw her parents standing there with her relatives and all of her friends. Her best friend, Miley Stewart, walked forward and gave her a big hug.

"You didn't think we'd forget your birthday, did you, Lilly?" she asked.

"Well...I...I just..." Lilly couldn't even think of what to say. She was overwhelmed. How on earth could she have thought her parents would forget her birthday?

"Judging by your look of surprise, Oliver actually kept his mouth shut," Miley said, smiling at Oliver.

Lilly turned to him. "You knew?" she asked in disbelief. "You knew all along?"

"Of course," Oliver replied. "And I would appreciate if i someone /i wouldn't act all shocked everytime I keep a secret!" he shouted jokingly to Miley, who laughed.

"So, you were lying when you said that you couldn't hang out tonight?" Lilly asked. Oliver nodded. "Wow, guys. This is...this is...awesome. Thanks so much." She hugged both of her best friends.

"Well, enough hugging," Miley said. "Let's get this party started!"

Cheers were heard as someone fired up the stereo, blasting music throughout the house. Mr. and Mrs. Truscott brought out a large chocolate cake covered in fifteen candles. Lilly closed her eyes and merely wished that all of her birthdays would be as rememberable as this one.

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So, you like? I know it's kinda slow-going, but I didn't want to launch into the plot right away. That'll probably happen towards the middle or end of the next chapter. But, I need those posts so I can know if I should write the next chapter. Let me know!