This was a one-shot. but, I've changed my mind, so this is now a random M rated story that I actually enjoy writing. So please review.

:O my first songfic. lol ... Animals. XD

Lilly's POV

One of the nice perks of 12th grade: Oliver Oken. I regret making fun of him having his first kiss when he was fourteen. His kissing skills have improved since then. It's not like I've had that much experience either... but still.

Right now he's scratching his head with his pencil's eraser. I poke his back with my blue pen; leaving a small dot in it's place as I pull my arm back.

"What?" He whispers looking over his should slightly trying not to get caught.

Stupid Mr. Corelli, why does he have to be in high school. I could have sworn he was our middle school teacher. He's asking Oliver a question he doesn't know. Something about Frost. You know the poem writer person? He's not that bad.. but I don't get what he's saying. Oh well, I'll ask Miley for help another time.

I jot down a note on the edge of a clean sheet of notebook paper. I slowly rip it; which was stupid it caused more attention. I simply waved to the people watching me and shoved the paper into the back of Oliver's shirt.

He turned around to face me with a not-so-happy face. I bat my eyes and wave as he opens my folded noted. I lean over and watch his expressions change. Focused. Confused. Shocked. Happy. He stuck to that one. He quickly scribbled his answer down. I knew what it was.. Yes.

But before I could read his messy handwriting myself our big fat stupid teacher snatches it from Oliver's hand.

"You wouldn't mind sharing this with the class? Would you Mr. Oken?"

I knew Oliver was smirking, before he took another glance my way. I smiled, "Go ahead."

Mr. C cleared his throat, "Ahem... Oliver, I'm grounded. You left your boxers..." He scanned the rest of the paper looked at me, looked at Oliver, reread the paper, crumbled it into a ball, and shook his head. "See me after class."

I bit my thumb trying not to laugh. He should have finished reading it aloud.

-...-

Miley patted my shoulder as she exited the classroom along with the rest of the students. I gotta get her a birthday present.. her sleepover's next Saturday.

"Truscott. Oken."

Damn.

I pushed myself out of the chair, my book bag draped over my shoulder, then stood in front of Mr.Corelli's desk.

He had his head in his heads and wiped his exhausted eyes before looking at us. "Okay.. I can't say I approve of this ... activity... but I can't stop it from happening... apparently neither can your parents." He shook his head again. Yawning he told us, "Detention for note passing." He paused, then opened his desk's draw. A square with a circle in the center. "Please, just use protection." He handed it to me. Why would I need this? Shouldn't Oliver be the one he gives the condom to? Oh god does he think I put it on for him. I shoved it into my pocket stopping that thought.

Why does he have condoms in his desk? Female condoms? I suddenly thought of Ms. Knuckle. She looked tired today too. I smacked my head in the middle of silence.

I nodded at him, wanting to leave school sooo badly right now.

"Wait why do I get a detention? She's the note-passer!"

I sneered at him.

"You were involved."

"Ha!"

Oops.

"It looks like I'll be seeing you on Monday morning too, Lillian."

Darn. Two detentions.

"Fine."

He handed me back the note, I was surprised he hadn't ripped it up. But then, I tried to escape. Heading for the door, Oliver followed right behind me. I laughed a little too loud as he sped up. Pinch. "Ow! That's harassment! Ha! Oken You get another detention."

Mr. Corelli nodded to my suggestion. Oliver sighed, pushing me out the door.

"Teenagers. They're all animals."

Oliver pressed me against the wall in the hallway. Thank God there wasn't any lockers or trashcans. I don't get it. In romantic movies the girls love being pressed against ay object that gets them closer to the other person. In reality it hurts like hell.

"Hey baby what's up?"

"I hate you."

I feel his breath on my face he is so close. "Harsh words Ollie." He smirks and leans in.

"Ahem." We pull back, Oliver flies away from me expecting a teacher to flip out on us.

"Hey Miles." I squeaked. "What's up."

"Figured I'd wait for you two. Gosh, I wish I hadn't."

"Oh come on! How many times have I found you and Jake making out on MY couch!"

"That's not in school. And for the record, I'm still a virgin."

"Good for you. Here." I pulled the condom out of my pocket. "Durex, Extra Sensitive. Just incase you want your first time to be safe." I smirked at her expression.

Oliver was quiet as me and Miley quietly argued about this topic, until he cut in. "We should get to class. I mean it's last period right?"

"Shit. Shit. Yeah, I gotta go." Miley's mind must have triggered... we didn't have last period together, she most e avoiding something. Last period.. hmm ohhh Dex. I heard Miley and Jake were arguing about how Miley was dating Dex while Jake was off in Cozumel with Ashley Tisdale shooting some stupid movie.

"Lils?"

My brain snapped.

"Oh.. yeah.. I have Art.." He knows I hate Art.. I have to sit next to Danny and his stupid flakes, and Chad.. Oliver has completely turned me off of gum.

"I've got Gym."

"Lucky! Quick we can switch clothes in the bathroom and you can do the photo gluing thing, and I'll peg the ball at Jake's groin."

Oliver smirks. "I'm not a blonde."

"Oh well you ruined my whole plan. Because the first thing people notice is hair color."

Oliver shrugs. "I like your hair. It's beautiful."

"Awe." I ruffled his long brown messy bangs, I slid my hand down to the back of his neck.

Miley stormed down the hall with a blue disobedience slip. "You know, I got in trouble for walking into the classroom holding on to your condom." Her serious moment is over and we burst out laughing.

Oliver stood there shaking his head. "Both of you are crazy."

Miley sticks out her tongue, "Well I gots to get to the principal's" She fakes a happy face. " So you two can go have hot crazy monkey sex for all I care."

Oliver blushes and I shrug.

I call after her, not caring if anyone could hear our conversation. "If you really want us to.." I smashed my lips onto his thinking of the note I smile into the kiss.

Oliver I'm grounded. You left your boxers by my pool MY MOM FOUND THEM! . Sneak out again? Your house free? We can stay up late again. wink. wink.

Oliver smiles back on my lips. Where's the nearest Janitor's closet?

-...-

"Oliver in ten!"

"Copyright!" I shut my phone, and shove it into my pocket. I blast my stereo, making it seem like I'm up here depressed and draining out my parents. I run over to my window, throwing down the rope ladder. You don't know how amazing that thing is. I hurriedly climb down, as I reach the last foot place there's his car. I jump down and run after him. I'm thankful that the passenger door is open. His father's old dark green station wagon. Ugh. I hate this car. I hop into the car and catch my breath before shutting the door. "Hey." I fix the hair that drifted in front of my face. "Do you realize you could have killed me?"

"Do you realize your Mom will kill you if she finds out your gone again?"

I shrug. "She doesn't have to know."

Oliver is satisfied with my answer and leans over to kiss me. I don't object, but the asshole behind us did. He honked and hollered for Oliver to drive. And he did immediately. I laughed at his seriousness. I look forward at the dark black road. an idea randomly pops into my head. "Ollie?"

"Hmmm?" He doesn't face me.

"I missed you."

He snorts. "Yeah cause I haven't seen you in a whole three hours." He faked a gasp. "How are you still breathing?"

"No..." I scoot closer to him, my hand sliding up his inner thigh. "I miss that part of you." I finger his well.. area. I hear his fingers tap the steering wheel. I took one of his hands off of the wheel, and crawled closer to him sliding the upper half of my body in-between him and the car, I place his hand back on the wheel. I whisper into his ear, "Drive." He nods quickly and speeds up. I kiss hi neck lightly.

I find it humorous that his fingers keep trying to slip up the skirt I changed into, and I repeat "drive" to him. He whines and we're both hating the fact that our houses are so far apart. I give him a squeeze and he stomps on the gas peddle. I can't help but chuckle.

Oliver's POV

I almost crashed into a traffic light. That was too close. I muttered a curse under my breath, settling my hands on the steering wheel.

What is she.. oh dear Jesus. My pants began feeling extremely tight. Lilly read my mind.. or felt it too. She unzipped my pants. I tried my best to keep my focus on the road. Granted I helped her slide my jeans down to my knees. Sew me, why don't you? Lilly tugged my boxers hard, forcing them so come down without any help.

She blew warm air onto me. I drummed my fingers on the dashboard trying to distract myself. "Lils?" I was about to tell her only two more blocks... but she thought I was going to say something else. Her mouth came in contact with my ... manhood. I was trying to be the responsible one and tell her what I really meant... but a moan was the only thing that spilled out of my mouth. I felt her sleek tongue run up and down. Her head followed these actions.

She was breathing threw her nose pretty fast, still sucking me. I began to question how long she could hold her breath, when I came into her mouth. "Lilly!" I screamed at her, warning her... sort of.. or pressed her closer, considering I was gripping onto her silky blond hair. She swallowed my seed. And mumbled something against me, someone should have taught her not to speak with her mouth full.

A few minutes passed and she pulled away. Thank God if I didn't see her head moving I would have thought she was dead. Don't you die from lack of air? "Lils?"

"sshh..." Was her response. She began fiddling with the radio's buttons.

I guess 'sshh' meant I couldn't ask why she gave me a blow job.. then acted like it didn't happen? I'm not too sure about the girls.. but guys can't just stop.

She searched for her cd. She claims some of my things as he own. For example my pecker. She thinks it's hers. As long as we .. you know... then she can give it a pet name for all I care. It's Lilly. I trust her. She found the Boys Like Girls disc and inserted it into the radio. That radio is the newest thing about this car. Everything else is old and dented and crappy. I used to laugh at the fact she turns on music during intercourse. It's not even like she blasts it to block out the noises. She's bored. I snorted when she first told me that. Now I just find it attractive because it gives us more time.

Lilly turned to me, "Come on." She crawled into the backseat. I look at her, she pulls down her skirt. "Do me."

I love innocent Lilly. The sweet funny girl, that I'd trust with my life. But, then like once a week I see the ... horny Lilly. The one that likes being touched. I smirk at my on thoughts mixed with the current scene playing.

I climb back with her, kissing her chapped lips. I lick at her bottom lip, and gaining access I taste the essence of her strawberry flavored chap stick. I love when she gets the flavored brands. I've said love so many friggin times today.. if my thoughts were leaked out I'd probably be in the newspaper for Seaview's biggest puss. I shake that thought out of my head focusing on Lilly.

I move back so I can remove her shirt. Next goes her bra. I slowly unclasp it, brushing the straps off of her shoulders. I look at Lilly's bored face and realize going slow is not what she wants. That's Lilly always looking for a challenge.

She yanks my jeans and boxers off completely. Then kisses my neck, rough and wet. I strip her of her panties, she kicks them off her ankles, along with her vans. I start to wonder if Lilly had taken off my shoes.. because they weren't on anymore. hmmm...?

I begin necking her, really just wanting to get lower. I kiss her collar bone nibbling slightly, before reaching her breasts. One is being gently massaged the other is being nibbled on. "Ollie.." She moans, I grin. My tongue wiggles around the bud until it is erect. I head lower down her body to see that she is already ready for me.. huh.. she was waiting...

"You okay?" I ask her in the darkness, the music is playing in the background. We're laying uncomfortably in the backseat. The cup holder Lilly's head is against is probably sticky. It has orange soda spilled in there soo many times. I hope her hair doesn't get tangled in it.

"Yeah." I kissed her lightly before bucking my hips and pressing into her. A groan is released. Her arms are around me, as I go in deeper. Her sharpie-black nails dig into my back. I pull out, then back in. Each time receiving a moan from Lilly. "Faster." She whispers, and I agree.

I hear pebbles hitting the railroad tracks.

"Ollie?"

"Huh?" I'm concentrating on her body.

"What was that?"

I heard it too. But chose to ignore it. "Nothing baby, just the wind."

She moans as I moved around inside her. "Check?"

"No." I whine. She couldn't wait three blocks before she got me all riled up... now she's asking me to go outside at i-don't-even-know-o' clock in the morning, while I'm trying to sleep with her?

"Fine." She grumbles and we continue for about three seconds before she screams "Oliver! -gasp- Oliver! That's my -gasp- Dad!"

I pull out too quickly. She takes in a sharp breath and I feel swore. "What?" I manage to say.

A bang on the fogged window. My body freezes against Lilly's steaming one.

"Lillian?!" Yup, that's her old man.

She scrambles for clothing. Tugging everything onto her. I only manage to snag my shorts on before her father opens the car door. I look over at her, we're both sweating and in a little pain. She's got her shirt on, her bra in her hand, underwear back in the proper position... but where's her skirt? I search for it digging threw my soccer stuff. Her father is yelling at her as she tries to ready herself, not willing to let her dad see her like this. He doesn't peek in, but his clothed body is visible and is standing in front of the only exit.

In a few minutes we hop out of the car, being asked all sorts of questions by Lilly's dad. I'm being called a pig.. but my mind is in shock that we were caught. Sure this was my first time in a car, but... I'd figured he'd find us rolling around in Lilly's bedroom when I sneak up there some nights. I smirk as he walks towards his car. "You've got a minute!" He screams. Then mutters something about animals I wonder if he saw some road kill...

I was grateful he gave us time to say goodbye for who knows how long..

I hug her tightly, and she whispers, "I'm sleeping over Miley's on Saturday."

"Why do girls have birthday sleepovers with no boys? That's teasing."

"Well the whole point is to sneak the boys upstairs..."'

"Saturday?" I whisper.

"Saturday."

And I wait for next week until I can see Lilly again. You can't keep us animals apart... literally.

Every chapter somehow relates to the song.. so I guess it's a songfic.