It feels like forever and three days since I last posted anything. I get busy, but I never stop writing. Anyway, it's IMPORTANT that you read this AN: this is my first M-rated fanfic I have EVER wrote all 10 years I have been actively doing this. I've finally cracked. I still say my bitter/sweet and fluff stories are what I do best, but I've had a lot of support and backing up from Emily (IheartORANGE.) I'm going out on a limb here and posting this story as a dedication to her. :)

The setting takes place just after BBBTTC. This is how the two spend Day 101. Hope you guys like this new style.

Dsiclaimer: I don't own Loliver, but I HAVE MET them! (well, Mitchel and Emily :P)

I royally screwed things up yesterday. One of the worst mistakes was made. How could I be so stupid? I should have known Lilly would remember the little things. Even I thought I would, seeing how I know every single event (big and small) that ever happened between us. Every smile, every laugh, every time those eyes would sparkle. All the pokes, slaps, and friendly jabs in the gut. Her scent, her touch, her taste-I know it all. Never can I nor never will I forget my love; the beauty that is Lillian Truscott.

But I'm only a man and men are guilty of such a sin as forgetting dates on a calendar. What can I say; it's written in my genetics make up that I'm an idiot. Unfortunately, (and I hate to say this) I take my girl for granted sometimes. I tell myself "she'll never leave me, she loves me too much!" Well, she didn't, but fighting is a nasty repercussion for my own stupidity. Sure, Rico saved my hide with that love poem, (he also canned me after I spent the rest of the day getting lost in Lilly's eyes as we babbled on how cute we think we are) but that can't happen all the time. I shouldn't have to rely on outsiders to keep mine and Lilly's relationship together when a fraying thread appears. From this moment on, I'm going to take matters into my own hands. I'm going to make sure my girlfriend knows just how lucky and grateful I am to have such a wonderful woman in my life. A new leaf is turning. Lilly is going to get what she deserves.

Of all days to wake up late, I choose this one. Alarm clocks are so unreliable (or maybe I hit the snooze button in my sleep.) Usually, I jolt from the sound of my mother shouting orders at me, but she already let for the police station this morning. Perfect; the house is mine. I have plenty to do and don't need any distractions or interruptions.

I am not a morning person by any means. Sleep is something I cherish greatly, but I know just how busy I am going to be. I rub my eyes, yawn, and stretch before lifting my old bag of bones out of bed. For only being seventeen, my knees feel like I'm at least fifty sometimes. They tend to crack a lot. I blame my clumsiness on a skateboard and my own two feet. Miraculously, I am able to stand and keep my balance.

Normally, I would take my zombie-like walk down stairs in just my boxers when the house is empty, but for some reason, I feel the need to find some longer bottoms. Still in a slight haze, I rummage around in my dresser draw for shorts. They have to be a nice pair since I am seeing my girl in a few hours. I find some random khaki from last school year. The fit is a little tight, but I ignore the matter. Though groggy, I know I am a bit behind schedule, so I don't even bother getting out a shirt or fixing my hair. How I look is fine for now.

Thank goodness for railings. I use one as I stumble down the stairs from my bedroom in my bare feet. Once on the main floor, I slowly find my way to the kitchen. The cold tile chills the bottoms of feet and finally starts to wake me up. I walk over to the counter by the sink and grab the bowl of fruit sitting there. Counting silently in my head, I empty the bowls contents, one-by-one. Apples are set aside to be washed, while I remove a few ripe bananas from the bunch.

I bend down and open one of the lower cabinets for a Tupper ware bowl, knocking over half of them in process. Stacking the containers back together, I spot the desired one. Luckily, it hasn't lost the matching lid. I straighten my back and place the container beside the fruit. The cutting board, along with my mom's silver paring knife, are sitting clean in the strainer beside the sink. I retrieve those items and set them on the countertop in front of me.

I'm such a whipped, love sick puppy that I'm actually in the kitchen right now making fruit salad for Lilly and I to eat on our do-over/"The donut screwed up again, please forgive him" beach picnic date. Yeah, I love her that much to do things most guys would deem wimpy. No one is forcing me; I want to do this for Lilly. I want to do this for us. Time together like this is something we need.

Cooking isn't my thing, so I opted for something simple. As I stand peeling and chopping, I admit to myself that this feels weird. We both like fruit, though, and I'm making sure to add our favorites. This is just a little something extra we can share after we catch a few waves. Am I trying to impress Lilly? From trial and error, I know that is risky. The fruit salad itself is a surprise, but I just want to show her I care...and get my daily dose of apple in to boot.

I place the knife down after scooping up the last chunk of banana into the container and run my arm across my forehead. Why am I sweating? It's not like the work is vigorous. This isn't enough; I'm not finished yet. I turn around and make my way to the refrigerator. There are three more fruits I need: pineapple, raspberries, and infamous strawberries. We have some pineapple already cut and in stored in another bowl. Next to that is a small pint of raspberries (since I am the only one in my family who eats them.) I stack the berries on top of the pineapple bowl for easy transport.

Just as I am about to reach for the basket of sweet, fresh strawberries, I hear three light knocks coming from the front door. The microwave lights up the current time in green. It's way too early to be my Lilly-pop. Who could it be?

I put the fruit from the fridge aside and make my way over to answer the door, curiously. Low and behold it is indeed Lilly standing there in her board shorts and blue tank top. Her smiling face morphs to a wide-eyed daze and open mouth. I have a slightly stunned reaction, surprised to see her.

"You're early." I announce after waiting a few seconds.

"You're shirtless..." The only part of her body that moves are her eyes, scanning my bare chest in every direction. I guess I caught her off guard; another plus for me. I feel myself blushing as Lilly continues to "enjoy the view" in front of her.

"You wanna come in?" I ask, pointing behind me. "Or would you rather I just stand here and do some posses with my muscles for ya?" I flex my arms and do my best imitation of a Greek God, which I have been trying so hard to get my girlfriend to call me for months now.

"Oh Oliver." Lilly rolls her eyes at first, but then gives in to giggles. I take her hand and lead her inside my house, closing the door behind us.

"Missed you, babe." I tell her, giving a kiss on the lips.

"Missed you, too." She smiles when we pull away. "That's why I'm early. That and my mom is up being a real crab this morning that I just had to get out of the house now." She pauses and looks up at me hesitantly. "Is it ok that I'm here?"

Is she seriously asking that? "You're always welcome here, Lilly-pop." I reply.

"Is anyone else around?" She asks, concerned.

"I am happy to report that my mom's already gone and my dad's outta town." A smirk forms. "Why do you ask? Got something in the mind of yours I should know about?"

"I just didn't want to barge in." Lilly tries to defend her innocence. What a waste of time. "I mean, how rude would that be, right?"

I grab her hands and pull Lilly towards me. I place them flat against my stomach. "Barge. Please barge." My voice lowers as look down at angelic face. "Be rude to me, too. I don't mind at all."

I expect a very hard slap across my face for my sleazy comment (the kind that leaves a burning sting for hours.) My usual excuse "it's the early morning hormones talking" is ready on the tip of my tongue as well. Interestingly enough, it isn't needed. No words are. Leaving her hand where they are, Lilly stretches up on her tip toes and smashes her lips against mine. Actions are so sudden that I stumble back a few steps until my bare back means the door in thud, just grazing the doorknob by an inch.

I go to wince in pain, but the second the corner of my mouth cracks open in the slightest manner; her tongue slips its way in unannounced. I groan at the contact. It seems like I'm fighting a losing battle, when I'm not fighting anything at all (except the slight tightening of my already constricting khakis and the urge to flip things around so Lilly is the one pinned ) Her hands now guide their way up my chest to the sides of my face. She cups my cheeks as I try to regain a little bit of control and give back all that Lilly is giving me. Before I can get the upper hand, she yanks back her head and lets go; leaving me disappointed.

"Rude enough for ya?" She smirks. Lust twinkles in her blue eyes.

"I-I'll say." I swallow hard. Lilly is still pressed up against me. She can feel the after affects caused by her short work, no doubt. It's almost painful for me (so much so that I fidget underneath her weight.)

"I've always wanted to do that." She admits, tracing a line from my neck up to my chin with her finger. It tickles the tiny hairs. "Figured you'd get a real kick out of it."

"Uh, yeah, lets go with that." I respond nervously. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently push Lilly back just a smidge so that some of the added pressure on my lower body can be relieved. She is well aware of the reason and blushes.

"Opps. Did I rev up the Ollie Trolley? I guess it's a little too early for that, huh?" Her eyes stray for a split second, which doesn't help calm the situation one bit. For some reason, I thought she'd be a little freaked. I'm happy to see that's not the case and make a mental note of it.

I reach out and touch her warm cheek. The muscles cause my hand to inch upward when she smiles underneath it. She waits for me to respond verbally, but I decide to lightly touch our lips together instead. Arms wrap around my waist as I rest my forehead on hers.

"I'm so glad I have you." I whisper in our embrace. "You gave me quite a scare for a while yesterday."

"So did you." Lilly replies. "But then you wrote that amazing poem that cleared every doubt I have ever had."

I freeze. Of course she would bring up the love poem. We had too much fun making out (I mean, making up) yesterday that I forgot to tell Lilly the truth. I really should come clean, and now is as good a time as any to do so.

"Uh, Lilly-pop...about...about that poem, I-"

"Didn't write it." She finishes the confession for me.

I pull back my forehead with a puzzled look. "You knew?"

"From the minute I laid eyes on it." Lilly explains. "I can recognize your chicken scratch. You definitely didn't write that."

"Rico did..." I mutter in shame.

"For an annoying twerp, he does have some nice cursive." She adds.

Guilt and embarrassment mix about as well as water and oil. They shed off in layers, leaving my emotion raw. It's back to basics.

"But every bit of that note is true, Lilly." I assure her with deep, pleading brown eyes. "Every single word."

Lilly brushes my bangs from my face. "I never said it didn't sound like you..."

That girl sure knows how to make me smile. I kiss her forehead, nose, and mouth gently and take her hands in mine.

"Are you ready for your do-over date? Your one hundred and first day spent with this dork?"

"I was born ready to spend time with you." Lilly replies, sounding excited.

"That's my girl." I praise, giving a light squeeze before letting go of her hands. "I'm not quite ready, though. I was in the middle of making a surprise for you when you showed up."

"Really?" She raises an eyebrow. "And what might that be, Oliver?"

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" I pat her on the head and start to make my way back into the kitchen.

"You're being awfully mean to me considering I could have left your sorry butt behind twenty-four hours ago." Lilly follows and calls me out as she places her hands on her hips.

"Sassy." I stop walking and turn back around. "I like it."

"Just tell me what it is!" Lilly can be a little impatient sometimes. She hates to be left guessing.

"I can't hide it now." I tell her, reaching the kitchen. "You're here."

"The surprise is in your kitchen?" Lilly asks. Suddenly, her face drops in fear. "You're not trying to cook again, are you? Remember the heart-shaped waffle incident!?"

"Relax, Lills." I put my hands on her shoulders. Her tense muscles contract. "I can't set what I'm making on fire."

"That's a relief!" She sighs, and I try not to laugh. "What is it then?

Removing my hands, I point to bowl on the counter top that's a mess with apple skins, seeds, and a few banana peels. "I'm making fruit salad." I announce with a hesitant smile, trying to gauge Lilly's reaction. "To-to eat at the beach when we're done surfing."

"Aww, that's sweet of you!" Lilly pokes my stomach and butterflies flutter about. "What all do you have in there?"

I walk over, pick up the bowl, and tilt it downward to show Lilly its contents. "Apples and bananas so far."

"You and your apples." She laughs.

"My name's Oliver Oscar Oken, and I'm an apple-aholic." I make fun of my own obsession. "But I still have a few more things to add. Pineapple, raspberries, and..." Holding my pointer finger up and pausing, I head to the fridge and reach down for the last item. "Strawberries."

"Ooh, my favorite." She says, looking down and the ripe, red fruit hungrily.

"We have lots of memories with these, don't we?" I wink at her as I set the carton down on the counter to my left.

"Mmhmm..." Lilly wraps her arms around my neck. "And I can't wait to for this one."

"Me either." I add quietly. Though our kiss is soft and loving, we both let our minds take us elsewhere. Inside, there are completely different feelings and visions. A minute of blue melting brown and brown warming blue takes place as my Lilly-pop and I simply enjoy this moment.

This story started as a one shot, but became 41 pages (I really like writing, haha.) For your curtsy, I broke it down into 8 chapters of small updates. The whole story is done, so I'll be posting every few days if this takes off. Again, this is my FIRST of this kind. I'd like to hope that my innocence remains when the whole thing is said and done. SAMLTY is still being worked on, for those who are waiting on it, and as of now, NO, it won't turn out like this.

Let me know your thoughts. It would help ease some of my nerves.

Marissa