Note: Yurp here it is, my two-shot that I've been working on instead of an epilogue/sequel for 'Quiz Confusion' This is the first part and it's in Lilly's POV. Enjoy. :D

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"Woah, that's a lot of letters!" Lilly exclaimed as she took the two stacks Mr. Hunts handed her. She stuffed them in the front pocket of her backpack and slung it onto her shoulders. "Geez, it feels like I went from a couple of worksheets to a couple of binders!"

"Yeah, Miss Kia has gotten very popular," Mr. Hunts said, "I guess you give great advice."

"I guess," Lilly grinned. She said goodbye to Hunts and walked to the locker Oliver and she shared.

A few months ago, Lilly had suggested to Mr. Hunts, the newspaper advisor and her English teacher, that their school newspaper should have an advice column. He loved the idea and thought that since she had suggested it she should get the job. And that is how Miss Knows-It-All, aka Miss Kia, was born. At first Lilly had refused because what did she know about giving advice? But the first week they had received 15 letters and then the second 22! Lilly loved it. On top of it all, the whole thing was secret. Nobody knew who Miss Kia was but herself and Mr. Hunts. Not Oliver, not Miley. No one. It gave Lilly that feeling of having a double life like Miley/Hannah Montana. School girl by day, advice columnist by night. Well, that wasn't as cool as pop star by night, but she still loved it.

"Hey Ollie," she greeted her best friend when she got to her locker. Their locker.

"Sup Lillay?" He gave her a hug as if it hadn't only been one period since they'd seen each other. They started walking home.

Lilly groaned, "This backpack's gonna kill my back!"

"As the French say 'no pain, no gain'," Oliver joked in a bad French accent.

"And what exactly would I gain from a broken back?" Lilly asked.

Oliver scoffed, "I dunno, ask the French." Lilly groaned again stretching her back. Oliver shook his head, "Here, stop complaining. Take my backpack it's light," he said as he took off his backpack and handed it to Lilly. He carried Lilly's and they walked on with no one complaining. Their friendship had gotten to a point where she didn't need to say things such as 'Are you sure?' and 'You don't have to.' Because he had more than enough times insisted that 'Yes, he was sure' and that 'he didn't care whether he had to or not. He was going to.' Still, she smiled at his sweetness.

"Hey, you know how you made fun of me for wearing cologne this morning?" Oliver broke their comfortable silence.

Lilly chuckled, "Yeah…Did you finally realize how bad of an idea that was?"

"Actually, it just so happens I got some attention from it," Oliver put on a proud a smile.

"Ooh congratulations, you made friends with some cologne-attracted flies," Lilly grinned as she gave him a hand.

"Haha—not! It was actually from none other than cheerleader Brittany Kingston."

Lilly held back her laughter and put her arm around his shoulders, "Ollie dear, a girl telling you that your skunk juice is making her eyes water wouldn't be called a compliment."

"Whatever," he shrugged her arm off as she broke out into laughter. "You know what, Lilly?"

"No, I don't know what Oliver. Won't you care to enlighten me?" She put on a sweet smile.

Oliver glared at her, "You're horrible."

"Aw, come on. You know you wuv me," she batted her eye as she linked her arm in his.

Oliver looked at her and couldn't help but smile, "You're still a horrible to person to talk to."

Oh the irony, Lilly thought.

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Lilly and Oliver sat on her bed doing homework. Well, Lilly was actually using her math book to hide the letters she read as Oliver listened to his Ipod at an unsafe level. Why listen to her own when she could hear his perfectly.

She had read 10 letters and responded to seven of them before she started feeling exhausted. She yawned, "Gosh, I think I'm gonna fall…" she looked at Oliver who was sound asleep on his math book, "…asleep." His iPod was still full on, yet somehow he somehow slept through it. Lilly carefully turned it off and smiled. Although he was older than her, Lilly and Oliver often switched the roll of 'the older sibling'.

Lilly forced herself to read one more letter, even though she couldn't keep her eyes open.

'Dear Miss Kia,

My best friend and I have known each other since we were little. We're like brother and sister. Lately, I've been getting these feelings for him. I try to shake them off but they keep coming back stronger. I doubt he feels the same way about me especially because he's been trying to impress this other girl. Should I tell him or forget it? I don't want to ruin our friendship but I don't think I could go on watching him try to impress another girl any longer.

-In Love with my BFF

Bummer, Lilly thought. She tried to think of 'In Love's' situation. That'd be like falling for Ollie, she figured. They'd known each other since pre-school, and Oliver had this new thing for 'Brittany the Cheerleader'. Oliver turned in his sleep to face her. Lilly tilted her head as she examined him. He does look kind of adorable when he's sleeping. The way his chocolate locks just flawlessly rest on his face. The slight pinkness in his cheeks—Woah Lilly! Snap out of it! This is Oliver we're talking about. Lilly shook her head and quietly chuckled at her previous thoughts for her donut best friend. She absentmindedly gave him one last glance smiled and dropped to sleep.

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Aight, so how was that? Please tell me if you find any grammatical errors or whatnot because I need to improve on those big time. And any other crtique [and praise is welcome.