AN: Wow, I'm surprised I'm even getting this last part of the two-shot out. I wasn't expecting to post it until after Spring Break, but I'm home sick so why not post the rest of it? :)
ENJOY!

We always find ourselves on the couch. It doesn't matter what happened the night before, what is going on the next day… I am always snuggled in his arms on the couch. If we're home: we are eating or sleeping, but still always on the couch. Couch time with Ollie has always held a special place in my heart, but now even more so.

His hand finds mine as we sit together on the couch, wrapped around one another. He becomes entranced with the jewel on my finger, twirling and twirling it around my finger. We haven't stopped smiling since last night. I think as time goes by our smiles are actually getting brighter and honestly my cheeks hurt. I could care less though. I'm finally engaged to the man of my dreams, my best friend, my rock star, my dork, my guy with the second best hair in Malibu (he was robbed of first place), my Ollie-Pop and now my soon-to-be husband.

Turn, turn, turn: smile grows and grows. My ring is so bright every half turn where the rock is looking me in the face there is a glare that could blind anyone. I think that is why Oliver keeps turning it. He likes seeing the glare. I do too, but I haven't been turning and turning the ring—actually, that's a lie. I've turned it so many times that Oliver had to see why it was so much fun and now we both can't stop.

The glare gets too bright and blinds us for a second every half turn and we both smile and just about every other time he kisses me somewhere; the mouth, the cheek, the forehead…anywhere. We are both just so happy. I'm incredibly blissful but I'm still confused. He hasn't explained anything. Ignorance is bliss? I'm not feeling that right now….

We haven't even spoken to one another since last night. We are so happy that we can't find words. I've been speechless for quite awhile and all Oliver can do is smile because rarely am I speechless. He hasn't spoke much either. Our eyes and smiles do all the talking.

He pulls his hand away from the ring that has given us hours of amusement and slips his arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head and I snuggle into his neck. This is my spot; it's been mine since the day at the beach party which changed our lives for the best. And I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon.

I lean my head up to see his face and he kisses my lips gently. I put my hands in his hair as we kiss and as we pull just inches away we peck lips again and again and again. I can't get enough of him, or is it the other way around? Like how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop-The world will never know.

We pull away after our many kisses and look at each other with dreamy smiles. Oliver presses our hands together and we give one another a lengthy kiss, dignified enough to not be making out, but definitely pushing the envelope. Well it was until we clasp our hands together in the middle of it and I take the reins. I get on my knees in mid-kiss and walk over on the couch to my Ollie-Pop and move one leg over him and sit in his lap and press harder against his lips. He squeezes my hands and I smile against him as I use more force in my kiss and he responds just how I want him to: by just kissing me and letting me keep control. Have I got a great guy or what?

We pull away when we need to and smile sweetly at one another. I ruffle his hair and wrap my arms around his torso and hug him tightly. His lips curve up into a smile, but his teeth hide behind his lips and he pulls me off gently and kisses my forehead. Slyly he grabs my left arm from around him and holds my hand snuggly in his and he twirls the ring around my finger and his teeth reappear and he smiles, lighting up the atmosphere and one of us finally speaks, "Has it sunk in yet?"

I grin at him and somehow hold back the giggle that my lie normally emits, "Has what sunk in?"

"Oh, I don't know…I just wanted to know if the reason you have a beautiful, very expensive ring that I worked my butt of for which happens to be on your finger, has sunken in." He says playing with the expensive band encasing my ring-finger.

I giggle, "Not completely." I use my other hand to do the same as Oliver and our fingers brush against one another and our smiles grow with every tiny bump until we intertwine our hands, clutching each other as if our lives depended on it, because—Well, actually it does.

I stretch my neck and kiss his cheek. I'm happily in love but there is a question that won't stop gnawing at me. Right as I'm opening my mouth to spit out my question his lips come down on mine. Mmmm Ollie-Pop… He mumbles against me things that I cannot make out. Funny, 'can't make out', while making out…ironic. Anyway, he pulls away and I finally hear what he was mumbling, "I love you so much, Lilly." I smile at him and peck his lips and pull away while grinning, "I love you so much…." I then sigh, trying not to alarm him too much, "But…."

My sweet man has his stupid, silly and petty insecurities taking over when he hears the word 'but' and his hands squeeze mine while he looks at me sadly, "But?" I know he is thinking that these are the breaking up words that we've both had nightmares about. I can honestly say that 'but', 'no' and 'gross' are the words that haunted me before and after we got together. I swear I would not be able to live without him which is why my subconscious likes to haunt me with that fact. I have an evil subconscious…

I kiss his lips sweetly, "Don't freak, Ollie-Pop."I say flashing my left hand with my ring shining in his face, "You're stuck with me." He smiles and it seems like his smile is brighter than my incredibly bright ring.

"I know." His smile widens and is just about blinding, "Why the 'but', though; unless you're saying something about my butt." His smile forms into a smirk and I smack his arm just enough to sting, but not enough to make him cry. "Oliver, it has nothing to with your—"

"-Perfect butt." He smirks thinking he is finishing my sentence correctly. Oliver thinks way too highly of himself sometimes. Good thing he has me to bring him down a few pegs.

"Wrongo Mr. Ego." I say doing my job of bringing my fiancé off of his high horse. It's a difficult job, that I have to do a lot, but someone's gotta do it.

"You know you think I have a perfect butt, Lilly-Pop. Just admit it." Apparently, I need to work harder at this job. Oliver goes on, "It's smackable, toned, and awesome. If that doesn't say perfection, I don't know what does."

"…You're face is also smackable, dear." I smile lifting a hand with my warning.

"And yours is kissable." He says leaning in and he brushes his lips on top of mine. He pulls away and I poke his nose, "Clever and creative. Good job!" I use my preschool teacher tactics on Oliver sometimes. He responds just as well as they do; sometimes better.

"Do I get a gold star?" Oliver grins like a little preschooler and I'm reminded of when I first met him. He was and still is such a dork…

I ruffle his hair and peck his cheek while laughing and then remember how we got off topic. "Before we got off on our tangent I was asking you a question." Our eyes lock and his hand moves up to my shoulder, "I know. What's up, future wife?" he grins.

Future wife….I'm lost in my thoughts for a little while hearing that. Mmm, Mrs. Ollie-Pop Oken. Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Oscar Oken. Mrs. Lillian Truscott Oken. Mrs. Oken. Ms. Lilly will soon be Mrs. Lilly at preschool…

I snap back into our world when he verbally nudges me, "Are you going to tell me or am I guessing?"

"I'll just tell you. We'll be here for hours if I don't."

"Wrapped up together on the couch for hours with your Ollie-fiancé-pop, it doesn't sound too bad. Does it?" he pouts with his lower lip pushed out and I'm beginning to think I'm going to be marrying a preschooler. I see this sort of stuff all the time at the preschool.

"Not at all." I grin and I mean it. I could spend the rest of my life wrapped up in his arms as he lays small kisses down the length of my neck. I miss him when he's on tour, so the more couch time, the better.

"All jokes aside, what's the deal, Lils?" he asks, stopping the adorable pouty face that I was about to lunge at with my lips. (I can't help it he's my Greek god and he's addicting.)

I find his hands and hold them in mine and he sneaks a glance at the shiny loop on my finger and beams. He quickly looks at me after the small glance and waits for me to ask the annoying question that is plaguing me. It's not like it's a huge question. I just can't think of how to word it. Oliver sees my frustration and begins to guess, "You want to come with me on my next tour?" I shake my head no, "I've got work." His eyebrows furrow as he begins to think harder, "You want to know how many carats the ring is?" I laugh, "I don't care, Ollie." I squeeze his hand tightly and he sighs as he thinks, "You want to know how I got my hair to be so flawless? You want to know how much the ring costs? You want to plan wedding stuff?…." He says spitting out questions without allowing me to answer. Then he smirks, "Oh, I know…You want to know how many non-stop kisses I can give you…." I giggle. That sounds perfect right now though, but I have to ask this but all I get out is one measly word, "How?"

"How? What?" Oliver's face contorts and you can see the confusion defining his eyes.

"How did you…Last night…How?" It's not like it's a hard question but it's been bugging me and it just won't come out right.

"Ohhh, last night, the proposal….." he nods, "You want to know how I pulled that off?"

I look into his face and squeeze his hands as I nod exuberantly. This best friend telepathy has helped so much in our relationship…

"So how'dyou do it, Ollie-Pop?" I ask awaiting the story eagerly. I situate myself as if its story time, with legs crossed and I stare at him anxiously.

"I'm surprised you haven't seen the formal apology yet." He grins, "I did a great job covering this up."

It's my turn to be confused, "Formal apology?"

"Yep, it's not very smart to shoo away all the fans from a concert without some sorta explanation."

"I just thought you'd lost all your marbles, honestly. If I was a fan-"

"If? What? I thought you liked my music…." Oliver looks down into his lap and sighs more disappointedly than I've ever heard him.

"I love your music, Ollie; always have always will. What I was saying was: if I was a fan I'd be so mad that I didn't get to see an incredibly good looking Greek god strut his stuff and sing." I smile sweetly at him and he pecks my lips, "And that is one of the many reasons you are going to be my Greek goddess, AKA: my wife."

"Before that happens I still need an explanation." I bring us back to what we were talking about with touching my lips to his cheek.

"I thought the explanation last night was enough. Was it not?" he asks squeezing my hands in his as a smile appears on his face. The weird thing is it's not his happy smile it's his 'I've got something up my sleeves' smile.

I shake my head and he lets go of my hands, "I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle." He says standing up and he rushes over to pick up the local newspaper which is near the door of our apartment and comes back plopping right next to me and shoves the paper in my face.
"Angry fans storm out of Oliver Oken's concert when he shoo them away" I read the headline and then look at the subheading, "Oliver Oken's message to any disappointed concert goers" I look up at Oliver and he uses his eyes and his smile to show that he wants me to continue reading. I follow his nonverbal nudge and continue reading:

To all my disappointed fans:
I am so sorry about canceling the show last night. I'm sure you guys want to rip me to pieces. I know my fiancé wanted to do that to me last night... Yep, you read that right! My fiancé! Lilly and I got engaged last night! This was the perfect way to ask her! I love my fans so much, but my relationship with Lilly always has come first. I want to thank some of you guys who knew about my plan and for putting on the charade I wanted. Others who didn't know, I'm sorry but this has been the plan since day one of meeting my Lilly-Pop. I had no idea how I was going to do it until last week—I'm a last minute guy. I hope you guys understand and I hope to somehow make it up to you soon! I love every single one of you!
Love, Oliver Oken
To my Lilly-Pop:
Thanks for not killing me last night even though I scheduled this concert the day of our seven year anniversary. I love you so much! You might not even see this, but I love you tons and wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone but you. You have no idea how nervous I was, but it's ALL good now. I cannot wait for the rest of eternity with you!
Love you so much my future wifey-pop,
Your Ollie-Pop

I look up into his eyes as I swoon. The couch feels like a boat and I'm not even sure that everything is stationary. The room is spinning as is my head. Everything is spinning so much that I rest my head on my man's chest. He runs his hands through my hair "And every bit of that is true. Originally I wasn't going to show it to you, but this seemed to explain everything." I look up to him and, "I love you, Oliver." His dark eyes lighten into a warm chocolate brown and his lips curve up to form a bright smile. I close the gap between us with one endless kiss. Our life together is going to be endless, and I cannot be more excited!

AN: :) The end. I hope you liked it!
~IheartORANGE~

Emily