Okay, I know that I said this would only be a two-shot, but I'm having trouble coming up with the ending, so please bear with me as I turn it into a three-shot. Feel free to throw electronic pillows at me !

xXHotMessXx: Thank you so much for reviewing! I totally agree about Lilly and Oliver being cute (well, if I didn't, I wouldn't be writing this!) Anyway, thanks again!

Zoey24: Yeah, I have to admit, Lilly's reaction to the movie was almost exactly the same as mine when I decided to spend some quality time with my little bros by watching it with them (minus the divorce and Oliver-liking thing). Strange to admit, I liked to movie! Anyway, I'm glad I changed Sharkboy and Lavagirl's relationship for you! Thanks so much for reviewing!

I woke up the next day to see my room splattered with the remains of the whole escapade (if that' what you want to call it) with Oliver last night. Well, I guess I can't really say "splattered" as much as trashed. Needless to say, pillows were scattered across the floor along with popcorn and my usual clutter. I knew my mom would have a fit if she saw my room, but quite frankly, I didn't care. I mean, how was I supposed to clean when I had bigger things to worry about?

Well, really it was only one thing, and I don't really think I have to tell you what that is. This was bigger than Matt Marshall and Lu-kiss-every-girl put together. This was Oliver.

I trudged downstairs and onto my back porch, still dressed in pajamas and with my hair barely in a messy ponytail. Strangely enough, I didn't care if anyone saw me like this. Like I said before, I had bigger things to worry about. Or thing. You get the idea.

What did he mean when he said, "I like it because the two best friends like each other"? Okay, maybe those weren't his exact words, but who cares? It's not like anyone is actually hearing what I'm thinking right now. Ugh, Lilly, focus! Maybe he was talking about Miley. Wait, what am I saying?! He had to be talking about us. Miley and Oliver? Ew!! Aagh! I'm getting off-track again!

"Why can't I just focus?" I yelled with out realizing it. Grabbing the nearest thing I could find—my old boogie board—I began smacking myself with it between talking to myself.

Focus, Lilly. Smack. Think about Oliver. Smack. Think about him and you. Smack. Think about how much you like him. Smack. Think about all the times you went skateboarding and surfing together. Smack. Think about the 64-pack of crayons.

"Uh, Lilly? Are you okay?"

I stopped in mid-smack and saw Miley staring at me with a scared and worried look on her face.

Still frozen in place with the boogie board held above my head, I replied sheepishly, "Just thinking?"



Miley sighed and grabbed the board from out of my hands. "Why aren't you dressed? Don't you remember what day it is?"

Uh . . . my mind went completely blank, and I blurted out the first thing I could think of: "Free weenie day at Rico's?"

Miley sighed again. Come to think of it, she kind of has a problem with that.

"You wish. All the biggest sales start today! What's wrong with you?" she spit at me.

Well, where do I start? I'm in love with my best friend who doesn't have a clue but is starting to act like he does and might just like me back but I could never ask him if he does because it'd be extremely awkward, not to mention scary, especially if he doesn't like me . . . Actually, never mind. Lying is much easier.

"Nothing! I just don't feel like shopping right now," I mumbled as I did my best to keep from hiccupping.

"Fine!" Miley rolled her eyes and almost ran into Oliver as she began to stomp off. Wait, did I say Oliver? He's here?!