A/N: Hey, it's EMMA!!! Haha. I hope you guys enjoyed the bit of my cousin you saw. She loves writing for FF.N, too. Well, I wrote this really fast for Julx27xLuvsxHM. It's just an introduction, by the way. I hope you like it!!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Oliver. Unfortunately, that's a long-shot.

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"You know, I think Lily's supposed to come home today," Miley said nonchalantly.

"Really?" Oliver said excitedly. "I mean—not that it matters. I just miss her—that's all."

"Are you sure, Oliver?" Miley giggled. "Sounds like you have a crush on Little Miss Lily."

"She's the same old Lily she was when she left. I didn't have a crush on that Lily, did I?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, no, of course you didn't. It was just, 'Oh, Lily! I'll miss you so much! Promise you won't hurt yourself—look both ways when you cross the street; You know how those Redcoats are…'. Somebody certainly was a jealous mess."

"Leave me alone," Oliver said, crossing his arms and turning away from his best friend. She stood up and walked around him before kneeling in front of him.

"I think she missed you, too," Miley smiled.

"Oh yeah? Then what's up with her Communist boyfriend?" Oliver shot back.

"He's not a Communist!" Miley said sternly. "Just because he's from Britain, and he's hott, and he's got such a sweet accent…"

"Great. Thanks for that."

"Any time," Miley blushed. "Look, she lived in England for the past semester. She's gonna be a little different."

Oliver's jaw dropped. "That little?" He asked, pointing outside. Lily Truscott was struggling to remove a third suitcase from the back of a black van. No—it was too cliché to say that she had 'grown into her looks', or 'became beautiful'. Lily was always beautiful. It's just that with her hair draping down her shoulders and a blue knitted scarf trailing down her arms, she looked a tiny bit more beautiful.

"Boy, don't you see she can't carry all that? Go help her!" Miley pushed Oliver out of his chair. Oliver ran outside and gasped as Lily finally untangled the suitcase and fell straight backwards onto the ground, with the large pink bag on top of her.

"Ouch!" She squealed. Oliver pulled the suitcase off of her and smiled. "Oh, hey Oliver," Lily smiled brightly.

"Here," Oliver said, extending his hand to her. "You look like you could use a hand."

"Thanks," Lily said as she stood up and dusted herself off. "Oliver, I missed you so much!" She threw her arms around his neck. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around his waist. He was so thrilled that Lily was hugging him that he didn't even hear the car door slam behind him.

"Excuse me," a voice said. Lily let go of Oliver quickly, but Oliver didn't seem to move fast enough. "I'd appreciate it if you'd let go of my girlfriend."

"Oh, sorry," Oliver said, turning around slowly to come face to face with a man he'd never seen before. Miley would've called him a hottie, and started drooling immediately. In fact, practically every Malibu girl would've. The boy looked about a year older than eighteen-year-old Lily, and his shirt was ripped a tiny bit on the sides. He was the epitome of uncool, and Oliver knew it. "You…must be Brett."

"Yes," Brett said, smiling warmly when Lily wrapped her arm around his waist. He pulled her closer to him.

"Yep, he's my boyfriend," Lily smiled nervously.

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That was just the prologue. Hope you guys liked it, though!