Disclaimer- I don't own Lilly, Oliver, or Miley. I don't own the song, Strawberry Wine, so I don't really own this plot, either. I own Lilly's mom, brother, Jessica, and grandparents. That's basically it. PLEASE don't come to my house and interrogate me:) Thank you, United States Police service people!
Chapter One
"Best Summer Ever"
"Mom? Why do I have to do this?" I asked, tossing my jeans in my bag.
"Because, Lillian. Your grandparents need help on their farm. They're getting old, and can't handle some of the things by themselves. That's where you come in." My mother smiled, handing me a hairbrush.
"Well, why can't Tyler or Darcey go? Why me?" I asked. Tyler's my nineteen year old brother, and Darcey's my sixteen year old cousin.
"Tyler's going off to college in a week, and Darcey's getting married!" Mom stated.
"That's the point! Who gets married at sixteen?!"
"Lil, she's pregnant." A voice came from the door. Both me and my mom shot a look at it. My brother was leaning against the doorframe, his ankles crossed, and his arms folded over his chest.
"What do you want, Ty?" I rolled my eyes, turning back to my bag. He walked into my room. "Nothing, nothing. Just to watch my favorite wittle sister weave." He said, pinching my cheeks, leaving me keeping a straight face.
"'Ey, mom! Jessica'll be here in ten." He said, shooting himself out the door to avoid my death glare.
"Alright, honey. Warm up the stove. You know how that woman eats." Mom said, hairspraying my golden blonde hair, then putting the can on my shelf, and following Tyler out. Jessica is my brother's high school sweetheart. They've known each other since they were, well, basically born. My mom always told him that Jessica's mom was in the birthing room next to hers, and Tyler and Jessica's beds were right next to each other in the nursary. They started going out their freshman year, and have been lovebirds ever since. I met my best friend in preschool. Oliver Oken.
Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. I'm in love with him, right? Well, you're partly right. See, he moved after our sophomore year. That's tenth grade, for all the third graders out there. He never told me where he was moving to, though. Which sucks. 'Cause now, since Miley moved back to Tennessee to live with her aunt dolly, I've been bestfriendless. Although, I did keep my friendship with Matt Marshall after he broke up with me for Amber Addison. We're still great friends, and Ashley got fed up with Amber always being rude to her, so we started hanging out, and we're good friends. But I miss my BEST friends.
One in particular. I've liked Oliver since, well, it was in fourth grade. I was in BIG trouble with Mrs. Idle, because I "accidently" put a live frog in her pencil drawer. Hey, I was a kid. It happens.
Anyway, she gave me detention, and I didn't want to be the only one in Mrs. Idle's detention room. A lot of people say it's haunted. And Oliver knew I was deathly afraid of ghosts. So, he shot a spitball at her forehead just so he could be with me in detention. I thought that was so sweet. Nobody wants to get detention, but Oliver did, just so I wouldn't be alone in a haunted room. I've been in love with him ever since.
Only in reality, I never got to tell him how I feel. And since he never told me where he was moving to, I doubt I'll ever get the chance.
Okay, back to the present. My grandparents called my mom a week ago and told her they needed help on their farm. They live in Tennessee. A small town called Fayetteville. I went there when I was really little to ride ponies. But, I don't remember much. Just lots and lots of grandma's cookies!
My mom told them I was available for the summer. School was out, and I had no friends to hang out with, so I thought, "why not?" and reluctantly agreed.
So, here I am, packing all my needed things, and about ready to leave for the airport. By plane, it'll only take me about four hours to get there. By car, it would take me over a week. So I quickly agreed to spend my savings on first class plane tickets. I shut my suit case, tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, looked in the mirror, shut my eyes, let out a huge breath, opened my eyes and smiled. "Let's get country...y'all."
I walked out my room, and downstairs. I said goodbye to the folks, Tyler, and Jessica, then my dad drove me to the airport.
The four hour plane ride really felt like seven days. I might has well been on a car ride. I was woken by the stewardess' voice on the intercom. "Attention, first class travelers. The plane will be landing in T-minus five minutes. Please secure your belongings, and fasten your safety restraints. Thank you for choosing Airway Planes."
I slid the safety restraint over my slim body, and rolled my head back to the overhead compartment, opening it, then pulling out my purse, and toothbrush bag. I waited, and we finally landed.
Fayetteville's airport is awful small, I thought, pulling my rolling travel bag over the capins, and onto the concrete. Planes circled above my head. I looked around, and saw a tall man with gray hair under a gray cap. "Grandpa." I said softly to myself, letting a smile invade my face. I was seeing my grandpa for the first time since Christmas two years ago.
"Hey, kiddo." He grinned. Oh, how could I forget grandpa's grin? I ran over to him and jumped into a hug. "Grandpa!" I yelled softly, shutting my eyes, and hugging him tightly. I pulled back and looked up at him. "Well, well, well, look at you!" He said, looking me over. "You're not the fifteen year old girl I saw two Christmasses ago, are you?" He laughed.
"No, I'm not, Grandpa. I'm the seventeen year old girl ready to work on your farm." I laughed. He slid his arm around me and we began walking toward his truck. "Well, then! Let's get you home. Your grandma's been buggin' me about seein' ya for the last three days. She's been so excited. She fixed your favorite cookies. Chocolate chip with a hint of cinnamon."
"Yum!" I giggled.
"And just so you know, you won't be the only one working on the farm. About a year ago, we hired a boy just your age to help, too. So you wouldn't be lonely."
"Oh, joy." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He opened the passenger door for me, and I got in. I couldn't wait to see my grandma.
"OH!" My grandma yelled, tossing her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I patted her bag and hugged her tightly. "Grandma!"
"Lemme look atcha." She said, pinching my cheeks, then hugging me again. "Earl, she's gotten so big. She looks just like her momma."
"Edna, will you give the kid a break, you're gonna squeeze the life right outta her."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just haven't seen ya in so long. You've grown into a fine young woman. But, no since wastin' time. We gotta getcha in some workin' clothes. Lucy needs milkin', and the stables need cleanin'."
"Good lord, I thought that boy done took care of them stables!" Grandpa said, following us into the backyard overlooking more that a thousand acres.
"Earl, go tell that boy our granddaughter's here and he needs to show her around."
"Alright, honey." He said, walking outside. Grandma pulled me into a room upstairs.
"This here used to be your momma's room. She left all her ole workin' clothes here. I suppose they should be about your size. So go on and get ready. Pick anything you like, don't matter what, just as long as you can get it dirty, and we'll see ya outside."
"Alright, Grandma." I said, as she left the room. I slid on some ripped jeans, and a longtailed football jersey I found. I looked on the back of it. Heh, this must've been daddy's. It has my last name on it! Truscott in small white letters, then the number "23" in very large white letters. I slid it on. Perfect fit. I put my hair up in a ponytail, and walked downstairs. I was ready to work.
I looked around in the field, and saw grandma and grandpa, and ran up to them. "Hey, y'all." I smiled. Grandma put her arm around me, and turned to the boy standing next to grandpa. I could hardly see his face, though. He was lookin' at the ground, shovelin' some grass into a foremine.
"Oliver, this here is Mr. Lemin and I's granddaughter, Lillian. Lillian, this is Oliver Oken."
My eyes shot up, and his did too. My mouth turned into a shocked smile. "Oliver?!" I yelled.
"Lilly?!" He yelled, and I ran and jumped into his arms for a hug. I didn't care that he was covered in dirt. I was just shocked that I could see him for the first time! Wow, can you say, "Best Summer Ever"?
A/N- Haha, well, watcha think? Reviews would be nice. :)