Oliver. Oliver. Oliver. Oliver. OLIVERRRRRR!"

Lilly screamed the fifth version of his name in the boy's face. Oliver jumped back, brown eyes wide. Lilly couldn't help but smile, even though jealousy was boiling in her stomach at the fact that he was staring down every other girl that walked by.

"What?" Oliver asked, tipping his head up a little and looking down at her.

Lilly smiled sweetly. "Ollie, hon. Stop staring at other girls and listen to the words coming out of my mouth. Pretty please?"

Lilly didn't care if she wasn't his girlfriend. She wanted to be, and she was quite frustrated as to why she hadn't brought herself there yet. She had always told herself that she could do anything and be anyone that she wanted. If she was so confident, why couldn't she take that tiny little step forward. 'Oliver, I like you as more than a friend, obviously. You're funny and extremely cute and I really think you should take some action.' Those were not the next words out of her mouth.

Instead, Lilly opted for, "Miley's house is THAT way."

She pointed in the opposite direction of where Oliver was facing, flipped her long, blonde hair over her shoulder, and zoomed off on her skateboard. She didn't bother to stop and wait for Oliver; he'd catch up eventually.

Saturday night was always movie night at Miley's, ever since Miley had moved to Malibu. No question about it.

"Lilly! Wait for me! You know I can't go as fast as- WHOA!"

Next thing Lilly knew, she was crashing painfully onto the concreted sidewalk in front of Miley's house, with a weight on top of her and her skateboard wedged under her stomach.

"Oh, Oliver."

She groaned and felt him roll off of her, into the grass. Lilly did the same and sat up, brushing off her bloody knees. She turned so that she was looking at Oliver and gave him a look that plainly said 'Good going.'

Oliver bit his lip, and said sincerely, "You okay?"

Lilly's heart melted as he continued.

"See, I forgot about the hill and tried to reach you, but you were already on the curb so I tripped and then-"

"Oliver, I'm fine." Lilly had to smile at his ramblings.

"You sure?"

Lilly nodded and pushed herself off of the ground, but not before Oliver could take her by the arm and pull her off of the ground. Lilly's heart was pounding on and on, but her face didn't show it. She just picked up her skateboard with a smile, grabbed Oliver's arm, and began dragging him towards Miley's house.

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"Lilly in five...four...three...two...one."

Lilly and Oliver stepped through the Stewart's ever-open door, both still disheveled from their crash although it had happened over ten minutes ago.

"What happened to you guys?" Miley drawled, standing up from her place on the couch next to Jake.

"Well…Let's just say Oliver is the biggest klutz to walk the planet." Lilly smirked in Oliver's direction.

"Hey! You're the one who tripped me!"

"Well maybe I wouldn't' have tripped you if you weren't such a slow runner. And a klutz. Did I mention you're a klutz?"

Oliver mock-glared back at Lilly as she accused.

Miley rolled her eyes. "Okay, Fred and Ethel. I have BIG news. Hannah Montana is taking a European summer tour with the Zombie Slayer!" Miley squealed with excitement.

Lilly grinned and matched the high-pitched voice. "Really! That's so cool! When, where, why, how?" She was 'happy dancing' with Miley by now, as Jake and Oliver stood smirking.

"Well, I already told you it's Europe, this summer. Because Hannah Montana and the Zombie Slayer made a lovely television couple, and we're jetting over tomorrow morning."

Lilly's mouth dropped open, as did Oliver's. Neither of them had expected this so soon.

"So…I guess movie night's off, huh?" Oliver brought up.

Miley nodded sadly, though everyone could tell she was bursting with excitement on the inside. "I've gotta get packing. Pretty much the only reason you guys are over here is so I could say goodbye for two months."

Lilly's jaw hit the floor for the second time. "Two months? Miley, that's like a lifetime! What am I gonna do without you for two whole months?"

Miley bit her lip. "Well…you've got Oliver."

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A few tears and several hugs later, Lilly and Oliver were walking away from Miley's house. The sun had gone down, and Lilly was hugging herself tight. She wished she'd worn a jacket. Sure, it was Malibu, California, but there was a bitter, beach wind along the streets in the evening.

"So…" Oliver tried to make conversation. "I guess it's just us for awhile."