A/N – Anyone see the movie "Broken Bridges"? I don't know, it kinda sparked my idea for this. Lol. Starting a new story is a stretch, but I mean really. I haven't written a good Loliver in a while now, so it kinda seemed like I should have. Well, I like it :D

Extended Plot: Oliver and Lilly shared a special bond together. Throughout their teen years, they were absolutely inseperable. One timeless summer night lead to a mistake. He was only sixteen. So scared of screwing up his life. Oliver took off without telling a soul. Sixteen years later, he returns to his hometown of Malibu, California to find that he has a daughter, Lori. Lilly insists there are no feelings left for Oliver, and does everything in her power to keep him away from her daughter. As far as she's concerned, he has no place in their lives. He hasn't for sixteen years, what makes her think he should start now?

Disclaimer – I don't own any of this, except Lori Truscott. (:

Oliver Oken.

People have always said time changes everything. They're right. I mean, one minute you're walking through high school doors for the first time and the next you're on a plane headed for college. Nothing ever goes the way you plan, and I've learned that.

I'm Oliver, and the last time I was in California I was sixteen. Then, everything was different. Days were longer, minutes were spent living life to its fullest, and hearts were easily broken.

I knew a thing or two about that. At sixteen, I was in love. I mean, you hear about teenagers claiming they've found their soulmate and are so hopelessly in love. That was nothing compared to what I had. Lilly Truscott saved my life. She helped me through everything that went from great to wrong in a matter of seconds.

What did I do in return? I left her standing with my high school ring in the middle of the rain outside of a bus stop. That day never left my mind. That look on her face kills me everytime I think of it.

Now, coming back I realize that was probably the biggest mistake I've ever made. I hear my cell phone ring and answer it as I pass the sign welcoming me to Malibu. "Hello?"

"How's it going, Oken?" My best friend Jake. He's kept me in touch about things in Malibu for the past sixteen years. "You here yet?"

"Just got in. Do they know I'm in town?" I ask nervously, gripping the steering wheel tighter than I had before.

"Nah, a few people do. Miley's really excited." Jake tells me happily. Miley Stewart was the best friend I've ever had. She was the one that got me and Lilly together in the first place. She tried to stop me from leaving. I owe so much to her.

"I wanna see Lilly. How is she?"

I hear silence and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "I don't know if she wants to see you, dude."

I near her house, passing my old one on the way. "Let me call you back, Jake." I hang up before he can say goodbye and push my brakes in as I turn into her driveway and kill the engine. Taking a deep breath, I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car.

Man, this place looks so different. Everything but the house, at least. It's still painted that same pale yellow color that her mom loves. I hesistate, but knock on the door.

Instantly it swings open to reveal an older, wrinkly-er version of Lilly's mother, Heather. "Can I help you?"

She obviously doesn't recognize me. "Uh," I stutter, peeling off my sunglasses. "Hey, Mrs. Truscott. Does Lilly still live here?"

She eyes me curiously, then her jaw drops. "Oliver?"

I nod shamelessly. She sighs, "Oh my Gosh! It's been forever! Come inside!"

I walk past her, glancing around. The house has changed drastically. Where there used to be a fireplace, was now a stereo system.

Ah, there's the kitchen where I spent 99.9 percent of my life. I wonder if she still keeps those little jell-o cups in there.

My thoughts are interupted by Mrs. Truscott shutting the door and asking me, "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Uh, a coke would be nice." I smile at her. She trails off into the kitchen and I walk around, examining the living room.

I spin around when I hear a voice. "Gramma! Where's the keys to the Cruiser? Mom won't let me drive her Mustang!"

"My guess is she's not letting you drive it for the simple fact you got three tickets and five fender-benders in one week,"

I laugh at Heather's reply and the girl turns around. I stiffen up. She's just like a younger version of Lilly. Same nose, same smile, same color eyes. The only thing different is her hair. It's like... mine.

"Gramma, is that who I think it is?" She whispers to Heather, thinking I won't hear.

"Yes, Lori. Be nice." Heather walks toward me with a coke can in her hand and hands it to me with a smile. "Oliver, this would be Loretta." She drapes an arm around her shoulder, "But we just call her Lori."

"Hi." She says through gritted teeth. Yikes. "Hello." I respond subtly.

Awkward silence fills the room and I cross my arms. "Excuse me," She turns on her heel and rushes up the stairs. I hear Heather sigh, "Don't mind her. She holds grudges very easily. Yep, she's... just like her mother. Stubborn as anything."

I have a seat on the couch and grip the coke can in my palms. "She's beautiful."

Heather nodded, "Mhm. She sure is. You know, we don't blame you."

I looked at her curiously, "What do you mean?"

She sat down beside me and patted my shoulder. "You were young. Well, I was only seventeen when I had Lilly. Her father and I got married just after. You see how well that worked out." She chuckled.

I laughed. "Just give her time. Of course, Lilly didn't even know you knew she was pregnant."

"I-I didn't!" I stuttered.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Oliver. You're a lot of things, but you're not stupid. I'm sure Lilly told Miley, who told Jake, who told you. You kids always had some sort of... viscious gossip circle. It wasn't-" She stopped suddenly when we noticed we had another visitor in the room.

I glanced up and my eyes widened. Time had done well for Lilly. Her hair used to be straight, short and boring. Now, it's bright blond and cascading in waves down her back. Sure, having a baby made her wider but her figure is still the best it's ever been. I was in shock.

She placed her hands strategically on her hips and shot me a look. "Well, well, well. Welcome back to Malibu." I stood up and smiled at her, only earning another glare.

"I guess I'll just leave you two to... catch up." Heather brushed past Lilly, whispering something in her ear, and headed up the stairs.

"How long you been in town?" She asked, dropping her arms to her side and walking toward me. I shrugged, "Not long."

"I see you met Lori,"

"Yeah, I did."

She nods in disbelief, "I cannot believe you."

"What?"

"You choose now to just... show up thinking everything's the same." She snapped. I held my hands up in defense, "Lilly, listen to me."

"No! Let me finish!" She demanded, crossing her arms again. "You sat there and told me you'd be back. That you would only be gone for a little while. Is sixteen years a little while to you? Say something!"

"I just-"

"You can't just act like nothing's changed. Everything has changed. We've all grown up, now maybe you need to." She threw her hands up in exasperation then pointed an index finger in my face. "If you so much as say one word to my daughter, I swear I'll..."

I wanted to laugh, but it would ruin the intensity of the moment. She always stalled when she got so angry. Lilly was a lot of things, but cruel wasn't one of them.

"...I'll..."

"I get it," I finally said. "I didn't come here with the intention of trying to fix things. I came back because I miss it here. I miss everything. Including you."

"Don't give me that crap," She spat, "You didn't miss me. If you missed me, you would have called."

"Lilly,"

"Forget it."

With that, she stormed out of the room. So much for "welcome back".

x-x-x-x-x

"Miley, I'm so scared!" Lilly held onto her best friend, digging her nails into her shoulder. "I don't know what to do!"

Miley peered down at her, stroking her hair for comfort. "Lilly, you love Oliver, don't you?"

"With everything in me," She said honestly. "I just don't know if he loves me enough to do this. I don't want to be pregnant. What do I know about babies? I'm fifteen years old."

"Lilly! Just take a breath and calm yourself. First things first, we tell Oliver." Miley jumped up to grab the telephone.

"No!" Lilly stopped her, covering the receiver. "We can't. At least, not right now. I need some time to think. I promise I'll tell him in the morning."

Miley just smiled, putting the phone down. "Promised."

"Promised." Lilly smiled through tearfilled eyes.

x-x-x-x-x

A/N – Ah, that was cute. Reviews get faster updates! Lol. I might change the title later. Not so sure. What do you think? So, yeah. At the end of every chapter there will be a flashback showing exactly what happened in their past to give you a better glimpse of what happened. I really liked this chapter. (:

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Chapter two up soooon! :D