I decided to start another chapter story since A New Beginning has ended. This story will be kind of on the sad side; although this chapter is relatively happy, they get depressing. Note: This story will be VERY different than my other ones. Anyways, after the disclaimer, enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: This is just to make me feel depressed that I actually don't own Hannah Montana. Like, what else would this things purpose be?

LILLY'S POV

"Oliver! No, I so won that," I yelled at Oliver. We had gone over his house after school, to 'study'. Yea...that didn't last long. We took out his Wii, that he had gotten for his birthday, and were playing some baseball. The game had ended in a tie, but I played SO much better than him. The perks of being an only child, he got whatever he wanted.

"No way, Lillian, I soo won," Oliver said. He used my full name, oh it was on. He didn't have a full name, but he did have his entire name.

"Oliver Oscar Oken, face it I won," I said. I put down the controller thing, and sat on the couch.

"Lilly, I definitely won," Oliver said as he joined me on the couch.

"No way, either I won or no one won," I said, and stood up. I walked into his kitchen, and I heard him following me.

"Fine…we both won," Oliver said. I opened his fridge, and took out two cans of Coke. I handed one to him. I closed the door with my foot, and opened my can.

"Fine," I said, and rolled my eyes. We always had these little arguments. I took a sip of my soda. I then proceeded to place my can on the counter.

"Lilly, are you mad at me?" Oliver asked after a few moments of silence. He took a chug of his Coke, and placed the nearly empty can on teh counter.

"Ollie, would I ever be mad at you?" I asked, very sweetly, with a huge, totally fake, smile. It was like way over the top sweetness.

"Yes," Oliver, flatly, responded. I turned away from him, and looked through his cabinets for a cup. I took one in my hand, and turned back around. I was face-to-face with Oliver. Our noses were touching. My face began to heat up, and Oliver's cheeks got pink. He looked purely embarrassed.

"Oliver, I'm not mad at you," I whispered. He backed up. I put the cup on the counter, grabbed my soda, and went into his living room.

"Okay because Lilz, if you were, I don't know what I'd do," Oliver said following me into his living room. I sat on the couch, and he joined me.

"Why?" I asked, and a smile erupted on my face. I liked him, and I think that he liked me. I just wanted to hear that if I was mad at him he wouldn't be able to function because he's in love with me. I know, that would never happen, but a girl can dream.

"Because…cuz…Lilz, you're my best friend," Oliver said. He stuttered, and came up with a fairly bad answer. 'Lilz, you're my best friend...' I wanted to be so much more.

"Oliver, if you were ever mad at me…" I started, and drifted off. Was I just about to admit that I liked him, as more than a best friend? I don't even know why I said anything.

"What? Lilz, what would happen if I was ever mad at you?" Oliver asked, rapidly. He sounded eager to hear the answer. Maybe, he liked me back. I guess that I would just have to tell him.

"If you were ever mad at me…I wouldn't be able to survive because…" I said, and drifted off before giving him the real answer.

"Lilz, tell me. I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything," Oliver said, and moved closer to me. My face got hotter. I turned away, so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"Because…I kinda…sorta…really…like you," I said, and as soon as the last word was out of my mouth, I stood up. From there I ran up the stairs, into Oliver's bedroom, and locked myself in. I started to cry. I really don't know why, but it just happened. I think I started to cry because I had just destroyed a solid ten year friendship.

"Lilly. Lilly, where are you?" I could hear Oliver asking around the second story. I went to his bed, and crawled under the covers. I curled into a little ball, and let the tears roll.

"She wants that lovey dovey/that kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss/Her mind she fantasize/bout getting wit me," I heard Oliver singing. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, right next to me, listening to his iPod. I must have fallen asleep. I nudged Oliver. He looked at me, and turned off his iPod. He set it on his nightstand.

"What time is it?" I asked him. He looked at his wall.

"Almost five thirty…Lilly are you okay?" Oliver asked. I sat up, and looked at him.

"You donut! Would you be okay if you just confessed who you liked, to their face? Oliver you are so stupid sometimes!" I yelled, and got off his bed. I went downstairs, and slid my Uggs on. I needed to get out of there, before I exploded, again. I grabbed my back pack, and my hoodie; then I opened the front door, and ran home.

"Lilly, are you okay?" My mom asked the second I stormed into my house. She was cooking dinner in the kitchen. I took off my shoes, and dropped my back pack.

"No," I whispered, and ran into my room. Sophie was sitting on her bed across the room, reading a book. I was forced to share my room with my twelve year old sister. She looked up from her book, and I flopped on my bed. She went back to reading.

"Lilly, what's wrong?" Rose, my seventeen year old, sister asked as she came into my room. My mom, probably sent her uop here to see what's wrong with me. She sat down on the bean bag chair near the foot of my bed.

"Nothing," I said, hastily. I rolled over, and faced the wall.

"When you say nothing, you really mean everything," Rose said as I felt more weight on my bed. Great, she had sat on my bed.

"Yea…so what," I said, viciously. She stood up.

"You know where my room is, if you wanna talk bout it," Rose said as she left my room. I sniffled. I heard the front door being opened.

"LILLY! You have a visitor," I heard my mom yell up the stairs. I heard someone ascend the stairs. I then heard my door being opened, and then the visitor walked in.

"Lilly, I'll be downstairs," Sophie said. I heard my door open, and then slam shut. Now, it was just me and my visitor. Jeez…it better be Miley, I don't think I can handle it being Oliver.

"Lilly, look at me," I heard Oliver's voice say. Damn.

"Why?" I asked, sounding on the verge of tears. I sat up, and I stayed facing the wall.

"Because I needa tell you something," Oliver said. I looked at my lap. I needed to fix my nail polish, it was all chipped.

"So…talk," I said, rudely. Maybe, I could paint them later. A nice shade of blue, dark blue, almost black…to match how I'm feeling.

"But, I want to say it to your face," Oliver said. I turned around, and faced him. He was sitting on the foot of my bed.

"Now talk," I ordered. He started leaning towards me. OMG! I think he's going to kiss me. His soft lips hit mine, at first I wasn't sure if I should just pull away or wait for him. The next thing I know, I was responding. We pulled away, breathless.

"What I wanted to tell you is that…I love you, Lilz," Oliver said. I smiled, hugely. I heard the front door open.

"Honey, I'm so glad that you're home," I heard my mom say, sweetly. Oh no…my stepfather was home. I needed to get Oliver out of my room, and not seen by my stepdad.

"Oliver, you needa leave, now," I said, fastly. Oliver looked purely confused. I pushed him towards the window.

"Why? Lilz, is everything okay? Are we going out?" Oliver asked, just as fast as I had told him that he needed to leave. I heard his big, clunky boots coming up the stairs.

"Oliver, I'm fine, but you really needa leave. Yes, we are going out. I'll call you later. Okay?" I said, even faster than before. I opened my window, and Oliver climbed down the oak tree that was next to my window. I shut the window, and ran and jumped onto my bed.

"Hello, Lillian," I heard my stepdad's voice greet me from the doorway.

Okay, so that's a wrap for the first chapter. That little button in the left corner of your screen, loves to be pressed. And I love to get reviews. The next chapter will be up very soon because I have no school, and all of my best friends are on vacation. Reviews are loved.