Part Dos. Enjoy :D
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Oliver turned in his sleep when his face landed on something hard. "Oww…," he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes to see Lilly's elbow sticking out. Yawning he rubbed his cheek where her elbow had hit him and sat up. There were papers spread all over Lilly's bed along with his iPod cords and several pencils. He let out a low whistle. It was a good thing Lilly was asleep or she'd be in freak out mode. Oliver remembered the last time he left her room messy, and he definitely did not wasn't to experience her fury again. Careful enough not to wake her up, he picked up the papers. When he finished putting away his homework and iPod, he started stacking Lilly's things. He opened her math book to put her papers in when he noticed one already inside written in purple ink. He couldn't help but read the first line, 'Dear Miss KIA.' Lilly writing to Miss Kia? No way! What could she so badly need advice on that she would write to some random person? That's when Oliver realized that all he needed to do was read one short paragraph to find out. He reluctantly started reaching for it. Lilly stretched, and turned in her sleep. Oliver quickly snatched the letter and then closed the book. He checked to see if he had stirred her but she didn't make a sound. He sat on her bed facing away from her and started reading. His mouth was practically to the ground, so he read it again. And again. This letter was from Lilly and she was in love with…him. He was speechless, which was probably a good thing since he was in no situation to wake Lilly up. He folded the letter up, and put it in his pocket. He tiptoed out of the room and went down to the kitchen. Mrs. Truscott wasn't home so he took the liberty of making two PB & Js as he tried to think things over. Which wasn't working out very well since all his brain was doing was shooting out a bunch of questions. Would she be angry he read the letter? What was he going to say to her? What if it wasn't even about him? But them most important question was: How did he feel about her?
He heard her come down the stairs, and took in a deep breath. He really had no idea what he was about to say, but as long as his words made some sense it was all good. He hoped.
She yawned as she entered the kitchen. "Hey Ollie," she smiled, "Yum, PB & J my favorite." She took a quick bite from his sandwich and gave him a hug. Unlike her words, her hugs were so comforting when he was nervous. Even if she was the reason he was nervous this time. He embraced her tightly and reluctantly let go. He immediately felt cold to be separated from her and that let him know all that he was going to say.
He started talking as he made her sandwich, "Lilly, you've been my bestest friend since before I even knew the meaning of a best friend. You've always been there for me and I plan to do the same thing for you…" Lilly tried to listen to his speech without freaking out at the peanut butter and jam he was splattering everywhere, "…And no matter what, I want you to always know how much…I love you. More than a friend." He slightly looked up as he handed her the sandwich, and held her hand while awaiting a response. But actually, if he wasn't able to feel her warmth and heartbeat right now, he'd think she was dead. "I…I fount this," he took out the letter. Her eyes slowly dropped to it. She picked it up and began unfolding it. "I know I shouldn't have read it but…" Oliver trailed off running out of things to say. Why isn't she saying anything?
He looked up when he heard her sigh, "Oliver…" she barely mumbled, "I didn't…write this letter."
Oliver blinked, and took a second to register what she had just said. He shook his head, "Wh—what? But I found it in your math book, and—wait; it's not from…Miley is it?" How many girls was he going to figure out his feelings for? He and Miley were pretty close friends but Lilly—
"No. No, it's from Miley," Lilly interrupted his thoughts. Oliver stared at her in complete confusion. She sighed and avoided his eyes, "I don't know who it's from because…it's to me…" Oliver's face twisted into deeper confusion, but then his eyes widened as he slowly figured out what that meant. "I'm Miss Kia," she finally locked eyes with him.
Oliver slowly repeated, "You're Miss Kia…This isn't from you…It's to you…'cause you're Miss Kia." Lilly nodded. Oliver nervously tapped the counter as she kept her eyes on him. "Well then," he said with a nervous chuckle, "you go reply to that and I'll just…put these jars away," he nodded to himself. "Yeah, that's what I'll do." He clumsily started picking up the jars. Lilly put her arm on him partially to try to talk to him and also to stop him from destroying the kitchen.
"Oliver," she tried to make eye contact with him but he avoided it, "That was the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," she took a step closer to him, "that was the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me. And I adore you for everything you are." She placed a light peck on his cheek. Finally, he turned to face her and a small smile crept on his lips.
"So…Miss Lilly/Lola/Kia, anybody else I should know?" Oliver joked.
Lilly grinned. "Nah, except Miss Smokin' Oken's girlfriend...?"
Oliver grinned, "I can handle that." He planted a soft but meaningful kiss on her lips.
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Eep. I really like the ending Waddya think?
