Disclaimer/Author's Note: I don't own anything except for my imagination. I don't own the whole Hannah Montana stuff nor the song Invincible by Jesse McCartney. I find this a bit sad cuz I would love to own it all. But sadly I only own my Driving Lesson DVD, my Potter posters, my cup of tea and the rest of my stuff that isn't worth mentioning.

So this is my second Loliver fic (like I would read/write anything else!), but it will be posted as the first. I worked hard on it and I really hope you will enjoy it because of that. It's sorta a song fic. Or it is a song fic, since I've used the lyrics from the song. Oh and there will be a lot of flashbacks in this story, but they will of course be marked.

Read and Review, I'm practically begging you! makes cute face Please?

And as a last note I would like to credit my lovely beta Swizzlet-Schiz, from which whom I've received loads of help from, so thanks!

Anyway, here's the story of Bellemory:

I said don't do it babe.

Said it ain't worth it babe.

But you did it anyway,

Four or five drinks and you were on your way…

"Lilly, please?" he was practically on his knees, begging her to stay with

him.

"Lilly?" She looked at him with so much sadness that he could feel his own

eyes starting to well up, as well. He knew she wasn't going to stay, she never

did, However, this time was different from the other nights… They could both

feel it, and the way she was looking at him, it was like she was looking at

him for the last time. Lilly's eyes studied him, as if she was trying to memorize

him. He didn't like that feeling at all; it broke his heart in two.

She muttered, "I love you," and gave him a weak smile before turning around

and walking out the door. Things hadn't always been like this though; there was a time when they had seemed so carefree. He remembered that they used to go to the beach every single day and occasionally steal kisses from each other. In fact, he still

remembered their first kiss…

Flashback

It was raining like mad and Oliver was out, looking for his best friend in the world, Lilly, so that he could apologize for some of the things he had said during their fight earlier that day. The weather was matching his mood, because both were gloomy, grey, and heavy. The rain was falling harder and harder….

Trying to spear his eyes and also try to regain better eyesight through the storm, Oliver

pressed his forearm against his forehead. Why he even bothered to do so, he wasn't sure, he was already soaked to the bone and having his arm there sure didn't help at all. All it did was get him more soaked than he already was. Oliver had been looking for Lily for a while now and he still hadn't found her. Worry was starting to root in Oliver… What if something had happened to her? He looked desperately around. Where is she? He thought to himself.

"Lilly?" No response.

"Lils? Where are you?" C'mon, c'mon! Please be around here! His thoughts seemed to some how haunt his conscious. Oliver started to run around hysterically, looking for her all over, even in every single bush he saw. Unfortunately, and too much dismay, there was still no luck. He continued to run around with much hope on finding his best friend.

Oh God, what if she had been kidnapped? Or tripped and hit her head and no longer remembered who she was? Or- or perhaps she had gone surfing and was now lying on the bottom of the sea? No, he had to stay positive. Otherwise, nothing would seem possible.

Suddenly, he spotted something black further away. He couldn't figure out what it was though. Oliver ran faster, he was close now…Wait, was that an umbrella sticking up from the sand?

"Oliver?" A small voice descended from top the sand.

"Lilly? Thank god! I- I was getting worried…" Oliver's eyes slid to the side in half honesty.

"What are you doing here?" Lily asked.

"Apologizing... Lils, I'm sorry, I was way outta line and I had no right to blow up at you like that… Please forgive me?" Oliver gave her his best puppy dog eyes and lip. After what felt like hours, Lilly finally smiled and waved her hand as a signal for him to sit down next to her. He sat down under the black umbrella or what ever it was.

"Come here" said Lilly, as she grabbed him into a sideways hug. He hugged her back before remembering the fact that he was soaking wet and slowly began to pull away from her.

"I don't care Ollie, I'm not done hugging you yet…." her voice, barley a whisper. Oliver smiled and wrapped his arms around her again. It was wired how comfortable you could feel in someone's arms. To felt like this was where you belonged.

"Good, because I wasn't done either…" he replied.

They stayed like that, in each other's arms for a while, listening to

the rain pound against the now hard sand. It was nice and Oliver thought to himself that this was something he could get used to.

"So… where did you get this…eh what ever it is?"

"It's an umbrella you doughnut! You know that fair my dad brought me to some weeks ago?" Oliver nodded his head knowingly.

"The big fair? Where he got that gigantic teapot you guys never use?" Oliver arched one of his eyebrows in question.

"Yeah…Well, he bought this as well."

"Oh, cool, but how did you come up with the idea of sticking it in the sand?"

"I saw it on the television," A not awkward, but comfortable silence fell upon them once more.

Suddenly, out of no where Oliver felt the urge to kiss her. She looked so beautiful like this. Then all of a sudden, he gently grabbed her face and kissed her. He couldn't believe it!

He, Oliver Oscar Oken AKA Smokin' Oken was kissing Lillian Truscott!

…Oh no!

He was kissing Lily Truscott! He was kissing his best friend...

Oliver was about to pull away when Lilly started responding and all his worries were gone, just like the wind. It was like nothing he had ever experienced…

Sure, he had kissed a couple of girls, but nothing could compare to this. He was in heaven, he was sure. Soon the kiss deepened and Oliver could feel that he was slipping away from reality even more. How did she do it? How could Lilly, his best friend since pre-school make him feel like this? Like fireworks was going off inside his body and within each slip of their lips, sharp sparks of electricity.

Oliver could feel Lilly starting to pull away and he decided to do the same, yet he didn't open his eyes. Perhaps he was afraid of the conversation that would follow… Still, he had to open them at some point.

Slowly, Lilly began to come into his focus and he noticed that she was just opening her eyes as well. Both teenagers stared in each other's eyes for a while, in silence. Then, with a bang, Oliver's head was full of questions. Were they together now? Or were they

still just friends, or perhaps friends with benefits? Oh why did he have to do it? Was it even worth it? And did he even like her that way? Sure, they had always been flirting, but that was their "thing", that's what they did.

He would comment on how lovely her hair was that day or that he loved the way she smelled or even, when he was feeling rather bold of course he would say; "you look beautiful today," and she would playfully hit him on the chest and give him one of her best smiles and say, "sure Oken..."

That smile of hers would melt any boy's heart, even if it was made of ice. She sure melted his... Also, not to mention the way her eyes sparkled every time he made her laugh.

Oh, he definitely like, liked her that way….Goodness, he was such a cliché.

End Flashback

September 1st, 2003

It took the life right out of me…

Hung up the phone,

Raced out the door,

Broken…

When he had gotten the phone call his whole world had collapsed.

…Lilly…?

It couldn't be. It couldn't be. No, no, no, NO!

Oliver ran out the door, not even bothering to lock up after himself. It didn't matter, his things didn't matter. All that mattered was Lilly. After running down what seemed like a thousand steps and out the door, he realized that Chris, his little brother had his car. Dammit! And to make it all better he soon found out that he had forgotten his cell after dropping it on the floor. How could this happen? Did God hate him THIS much?!

Wasn't it bad enough that his best friend, no scratch that, the love of his life was possibly dying? No of course not, now he couldn't even be there holding her hand or saying goodbye? Tears started to run down his cheeks and he did nothing to stop them.

Oliver felt like he was suffocating as his snobs overtook his body. With each sob, a rack of shutters overtook his body after. He needed to get to her now.

He looked around desperately before deciding that the fastest way of getting transport would be to just run out in the middle of the street and get a car or what ever to stop and then he would just have to make the person to take him to the hospital. Then he ran, because without her he was broken…

Sorry if there are any mistakes left. Tried to make that as few as possible.

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-Skittles