Lilly's POV

I hugged a pillow underneath my chin while waiting for Oliver. I had called him an hour ago, and he still wasn't here. That jerk. He better be here soon before I-

DING DONG

Excited, I bursted out from the couch and ran to the front door to let Oliver in. "What took you so long?!" I rudely greeted him.

He smiled. "Nice to see you too." He plopped down on the couch and started eating some popcorn from my 'after-lunch' snack. "So, what do you want?"

Any other girl at our school would have told him to pick up his manners, along with the popcorn he dropped on the carpet. Knowing him since pre-school, I ignored it.

"You get the newspaper, right?" I asked, sitting down on next to him.

Oliver laughed. "You know I don't read." He stuffed more popcorn in his mouth.

Dantily, I popped some in my mouth. Sighing, I shoved the newspaper in his face. "Just read that you donut."

He sighed and swallowed his...food particles. Flicking the page to make it straight, I watched his nose stick out while he was reading the first page. By every paragraph, his eyes grew bigger. When he was done, popcorn hung from his lips.

" 'Hannah Montana's True Friends are One in a Million'?" he quoted from the article. "What the heck?"

"I told you you should have worn your Mike outfit at that party!"

He gave me a look. "No, you told me that I needed to put deodorant on my beard."

I rolled my eyes. "But don't you get it? You didn't wear your disguise, we played Truth or Dare with a bunch of Tracy's friends, and a reporter just happened to be watching us." I threw some popcorn at him. "You are such a donut!"

"What do you mean I didn't wear my disguise? Of course I did!"
I threw more popcorn. "You wore the hat!"

Oliver sighed. "Well, you know, it's not that bad. I mean, well, we could-"

I stopped him. "We could what? Actually get together? Ha! Oliver, not in a million years." I crossed my arms and looked in the opposite direction. I could feel Oliver get nervous on the other side of the couch.

Oliver took a breath. "Well, not exactly like, get together, I just mean, uh."

My faced burned. I turned toward him. "Oliver! Just shut up! We can't get together okay? Everyone at school will say something, they'll find out I'm Lola, and then that's a step closer to Miley being Hannah! And you don't get do you?"

He stared at me. "Get what?"

I found myself breathing very deeply. "We're just...not meant to be." I killed me to say that. I like Oliver ever since pre-school, and now, I had to deny eleven years worth of love just to cover my secret. Everything I said to Oliver was partly true, but at that moment, I really, really didn't care about Miley's secret being revealed.

Shaking heavily, I felt Oliver's arm around me. He said nothing, and neither did I. I really felt like Oliver hated me right now. I probably broke his heart. It was better that way, too. Now when we split up, he wouldn't feel so bad. Neither would I. Feelings were just a burden that weighed you down.(Haha, stolen from Searching for David's Heart. BTW, I've read that 13 times. That's one of my favorite parts. :D )

I couldn't see, but I knew Oliver's gaze was on me. Surrendering, I stared back. "I'm sorry," I whispered out.

He nodded.

And just like last night's game, we kissed.

This story was influenced by the idea from Lauren, aka AColdSky. Thank you!