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[Okay, let's be honest - if I OWNED Hannah Montana, would I really be writing fan fiction? And if I really OWNED Never Think by Robert Pattinson … would I really be typing this up instead of trying to convince him to bite me? In case you haven't noticed, I don't own either.]
He folded his legs on his bed as he waited for the webpage to load, the music on the radio playing softly behind him. He did have it blaring at one point, but the sound of his mother's yell from across the hall told him it was best to lower it. Nickelback's song, "Gotta Be Somebody" just finished playing and now a softer melody was on. The intro was all to familiar, and lengthy, and it didn't take him very long to notice who it was. After all, she made him listen to it so many times, it was hard to miss it. "I should never think what's in your heart, what's in our home, so I wont."
The page finally loaded onto his small laptop, his grinning picture popping up instantly. He tried hard not to look at himself and his "helmet hair", and instead focused his attention to the status updates on his MySpace page while the rest loaded. His laptop was cheap, old, and slow but it was his and to him, that's all that mattered.
He saw that Miley, Joannie, and Jackson had changes theirs. Not hers. Not the only person he really ever looked for on there. Not the girl who he got a myspace page for. She's signed on yesterday, the last he checked, but she never changed her status. The page finally finished and he scrolled down to where it kindly pointed out to him in red lettering, "New Message". That was the only reason why he signed on. He found in his e-mail that someone had sent him a message. Joannie, in fact, sent him one. After the previous night, he didn't think she would have, but she did.
He ran his mouse over the link and clicked it. While the page loaded, he got up from his bed and walked over to his dresser where his cell phone laid, charging. He picked it up and took the chord off, then walked back over to his bed. He set his phone off to the side and focused his attention back on to the computer. Before the page could even finish loading, he clicked on the message and surprisingly, it loaded quite fast. The letter addressed to him was short and sweet.
I'm glad after last night, things are cool between you and I. Lilly is a great friend, and I don't want to loose that, so I'm glad we can still be friends for her sake. Who would have thought we both felt that we were drifting apart? Guess things happen for a reason - catch you later. -Jo
Drifting apart? Is that what she called it? They both discussed the real reason behind their "drifting apart" and was actually understanding about the whole issue. "I suspected it," she admitted to him. "And I'm not mad."
He wasn't in the talking mood, as he was still trying to wake up after sleeping all morning, so he just simply replied back.
I guess they do. Thanks.
Five minutes later, he reached his homepage and he decided he was going to sign off until something caught his eye. She had posted a bulletin at that very moment. He read the title and rolled his eyes. It was probably the song. If it was, why did he click on?
Maybe it was his mind reacting on it's own.
Maybe it was because she posted it.
Not maybe - it was. He read everything she's posted, everything she's asked him to listen to. Why? Because he loved to please her - his best friend.
But as he read just the first sentence of her bulletin, he realized it wasn't the song. It wasn't her song. It was something else. Something, he felt, she posted with a much deeper meaning than he had anticipated.
If I don't call you
[It's because I'm waiting for you to call me.]
All of a sudden, her had that urge. That urge to reach out grab his phone. To punch in her number he had memorized. The rest, though, the rest of the bulletin, he decided, should be read first. After all, this was Lilly - the girl who hated chain letters - the girl who thought flirty, love sick girls were idiots - posted a love chain. There was always a motive to her action - something he always found fun to figure out. But has he really been paying attention to her motives with every action? Maybe not.
When I walk away from you mad
[Follow me.]
Oliver watched as Lilly left, her surfboard - which was once clean and sleek - was now covered in mud and sand. "Can't we talk later, Jo?" Oliver asked into the phone.
He needed to find Lilly. He needed to chase her down but how could he if he was on the phone? He wanted to hang up and just deal with Joannie later, but instead he listened to the person on the other end. At least, he tried to listen between his thoughts of how to apologize to Lilly later. He felt guilty that a half hour later, when he finally broke off the phone, he said the three words to another woman that he has been saving all these years to say to the girl that's left him.
When I stare at your mouth
[Kiss me.]
Oliver turned the water on to cold as he ran his sticky hands underneath. Lilly's touch on his lips caught him by surprise and it took all his willpower not to kiss her right there and then as she looked at him so … seductively. Her lips were parted just seconds before, and he could feel her sweet breath on his lips. It took him several minutes in the bathroom before he finally returned to her, his hormones slightly under control.
"Took you long enough," Lilly smiled at him, her head leaning on her hands. "I thought you might have gotten lost."
Oliver shrugged as he dared to look at Lilly's lips once more. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't."
"That's okay, I don't want to go looking for you like last time." Lilly laughed as she thought about the time Oliver got lost in the mall on his way back from the bathroom.
She didn't speak of the memory, but Oliver knew that's what she was thinking about. So he leaned back in his chair at the Rico's table they were sitting at, and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Not even when you're dead." Lilly grinned.
When I push you or hit you
[Grab me and don't let go.]
He winced as his thoughts led back to the very memory he tried to push to the back of his mind. He did grab her and never wanted to let her go. Not until they were finally okay - not until they finally admitted their true feelings to one another.
When I start cussing at you
[Kiss me and tell me that you love me.]
But she was jealous. And she looked so cute. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on her. When she got away, he instantly regretted that he let her presence take over him again, especially in that moment, and he chased her down. He wasn't going to let her get away - again.
"You're my best friend. I love Jo, but she'll never come between us, okay?" As soon as the words slipped from his mouth - he knew that at the moment he said the right thing at the right time. He was disappointed, because he wished for once he would screw up when he wanted to and not out of the blue - so he could say the wrong thing at the wrong time. So that he could say that he loved her, and that Joannie would never stand a chance next to her. He thought that in her eyes, he saw a flash of disappointment but instead, that thought was put to rest by her genuine smile.
"I was being stupid, wasn't I? I'm sorry."
When I'm quiet
[Ask me what's wrong.]
After Jackson had delivered their orders, they were both quiet. For once, neither spoke a word in each other's presence as they walked down the beach together. Oliver wasn't sure why Lilly was quiet - but he had a feeling that it hit her hard to know that he had a problem - a problem that could be life threatening. She never showed it, but Oliver always knew that Lilly was the type that cared deeply for each person she knew - for each person that was close to her. Like her mom. Miley. Himself.
He was quiet for another reason - that being the day before, that night, he realized he had strong feelings for his best friend that was indescribable. She did so much for him - she had eaten so many sweets for him so he wouldn't give in to temptation. She was there - like a true friend would be - and he suddenly wished that night, as he jumped into bed, that she was much more than that.
"I can't believe I'm eating this after that," Lilly finally broke out of her trance, her lips pulled into a small smile. "You'd think after that, I would be sick of chocolate."
"Technically, Lilly-Bean, you're not eating it," Oliver laughed and nudged her. "You're drinking it."
Lilly just smiled and shook her head as she finished the last of her shake. She threw it in the nearest trash can they walked by, and she looked over into the water. "Want to catch a few swells before the day's over?"
Oliver grinned. "Would I ever say no?"
When I ignore you
[Give me your attention.]
He sighed and shook his head. There were so many times that she's been in such a deep conversation that she wouldn't even notice that he's been calling her name for the past ten minutes. He would always give in and tell her later, but one time he didn't - purely as payback - and because he did it just to see her cute expression as she got annoyed with him.
When I pull away
[Pull me back.]
Oliver wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel more than anything with Lilly, and that night was the perfect night to enjoy the night view with her. But as he begged her - and she pulled away, he could tell instantly that she was tired and wanted to go home. To hide his actual feelings, he wound up going on that ride with Matt, a friend of theirs, before walking her home. That ride ruined that fantasy of his with Lilly's.
"Dude, gross."
"What?" Oliver looked at Matt, with a raised eyebrow.
"A kid just threw up on the one next to us. Dude, gross."
Oliver shook his head and leaned back in the chair, and pouted once more. Lilly should be there. She should be sitting next to him, laying on his shoulder because she was tired.
When you see me at my worst
[Tell me I'm beautiful.]
He smiled at that one. He knew that one - if you were a guy and didn't know that one… then, well, you were pretty much SOL. He never followed that rule, though, that sign. Even though he always thought a girl looked her best when she wasn't beautified, he always told her otherwise, just to get that kick- that remark out of the girl to defend herself. She always had that kick. Literally.
"I'm just kidding, Lilly." Oliver chuckled lightly as he pushed himself up off the floor. He sat down on the side of her bed once more and pulled back the covers.
Lilly rolled on to her back, her cheeks red from the heat. Her hair was a mess, falling in her eyes. She struggled to brush the sweaty mess aside, her hands shaking. It seemed like even though her whole body was hot, she was still cold.
Oliver shook his head and brushed away the strands of hair for her. Their eyes met and he gave her a sincere smile. "Want me to get you anything?"
Lilly sighed. "No. I'm okay. You should leave, though. I don't want to get you sick."
"No way," Oliver took off his hoodie and tossed it on the floor. "We made plans to hang out today."
"Oliver," Lilly breathed. "I'm not going to the skate park."
"Who said anything about that?" Oliver leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a white plastic bag up off the floor. "I brought movies."
When you see me start crying
[Hold me and tell me everything will be alright.]
He was a guy. Guys and emotions generally do not mix well. Seeing girls cry? It freaked him out more than Chucky, the serial killer doll. As strong as she was, he's seen her cry at least once every six months and each time, he was never sure what to do. So he would listen and be the shoulder she could cry on. Sometimes, not saying anything is the best thing.
When you see me walking
[Sneak up and hug my waist from behind.]
He always thought about it. He always wanted to try it. Maybe it was a guy impulse, but he always wondered what it would feel like to have Lilly in his arms, to hold her waist. To have her body in tune with his. He never dared it, though. Not while he was seeing Joannie.
When I'm scared
[Protect me.]
"Mom?" Oliver rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs. He was only asleep for a few minutes, but it felt like hours. "Where's Lilly?"
"Oh, you're up," Mrs. Oken frowned. "She just like two seconds ago. Do me a favor and call her? Make sure she get's home okay."
"It's dark!" Oliver sighed. "Why didn't you wake me? I would have walked her home."
"She left before I even got the chance, Hun," Mrs. Oken shook her head. "Call her, huh?"
"Yeah, okay," Oliver groaned and walked back up the stairs to his room. He picked up his cell phone and dialed her number as he walked over to his window, which overlooked the street. He had a clear view of her walking, her arms hugging herself. Her house, he could see, was just a few feet away. The phone rang once and then went straight to her voicemail.
She never turned it on after the movie.
He stood there at the window and watched her until she finally made it safely home.
When I lay my head on your shoulder
[Tilt my head up and kiss me.]
He sighed and looked away from his computer as he thought back to the many, many times they were like that and the many, many times he wish he had the guys to do just that. To lean in and close the space between them. But he couldn't. He would let her eyes take him away and he would get so lost, he wouldn't know what to do once he was snapped back into reality. All he could do was turn away, pink in the cheeks. Only she had that effect on him. She is the only one that HAS that effect on him.
When I grab your hands
[Hold mine and play with my fingers.]
He wanted to intertwine their fingers, and to brush his lightly over hers, but that would be crossing that line. That friendly line which he wanted to cross over - for so many days now. Instead, he went around the rink with her, to enjoy the limited amount of time he had her hand for, before he would have to let go so others wouldn't talk. And he did just that as he purposely made her fall. So that a skating war broke out. At the end of the day, like always, they would often compare bruises to see who had the most. If Oliver did then Lilly was the winner. If Lilly did - then Oliver won.
That day, he lost, but they next day, she lost. They could never really declare a winner, as bruises would always show up over a weeks time. So they would a call a truce until the next time they would go skating.
When I tease you
[Tease me back and make me laugh.]
He chuckled at that. That was how their friendship started. That's how their friendship grew. That's how their friendship will grow. He never thought of teasing as a sign. He never thought of it as a form of flirting. Then again, other's have.
When I don't answer for a long time
[Reassure me that everything is okay.]
When he told her that he loved Joannie, he knew instantly he made a mistake because in his heart, he knew he didn't love her but he never thought in a million years that the person he did love would ever love him back. So he tried to move on. He wasn't sure why he picked Joannie, or even why he said it, but he knew in the end, he thought maybe he could fall for her as time went on. But she was too much like Lilly. She looked like her. Acted like her. She just wasn't her.
When I look at you with doubt
[Back yourself up.]
He never doubted her. And he never planned on it. She would never do, or say, anything that would hurt him or someone else if she didn't have to. That's just how she is. That's just what he loved about her.
When I say I like you
[I really do; more than you could understand.]
"Oh, come on, Oliver!" Lily shut her book and placed it on the table in front of her.
He smiled. "Say it."
"Why do you all of a sudden need to hear it?" She asked, shaking her head.
Because he wanted to hear what it would sound like to hear those three words. "We're best friends. Is it not allowed?"
"Well, of course it is -"
"So?"
She rolled her eyes. "I love you, Oliver."
He was taken back by the sweet sound of the words leaving her mouth, and he suddenly felt guilty as he looked at her embarrassed face. It was funny how three simple words could make your heart race but how those three words sounded when it was directed towards you using your name? It seemed to take complete control of every part in your body. Of every emotion you could ever feel.
"Good," he smiled lightly. "I love you, too. Was that so hard?"
Lilly just glared at him and picked up her book once more and continued to read it.
When I bump into you
[Bump into me back and make me laugh.]
She always bumped into him, and he always found it so cute. He never bumped her back, though. Mainly because each time she did it, she would find herself laughing, and he never wanted to see her stop.
When I tell you a secret
[Keep it safe and untold.]
She never broke that rule. Keeping a secret for her was like keeping a friend. She was the girl that you could meet for the first time and instantly know that you could trust her with anything. He knew that since the very first day of kindergarten.
When I look you in the eyes
[Don't look away until I do.]
He had to. He always had to look away. He had no right to look at her the way he wanted while he was still seeing another girl. It wasn't fair.
When I miss you
[I'm hurting inside.]
He does. He is. He is missing her at this very second and it never hurt him so much.
When you break my heart
[The pain never really goes away.]
She would never break his heart. He knew that right now, he was breaking his own. He's kept his mouth shut for so long, he could only blame himself if his heart aches when she's with another guy.
When I say it's over
[I still want you to be mine.]
He would never say it was over with her. Never. After all, they have known each other so long - it was impossible to imagine his life without her there.
When I repost this bulletin
[I want you to read it.]
Just that like, it was finished. Funny how in one minute, your clicking on something because you're curious and in the next, you're hooked. He wanted to read more. To reminisce on his past feelings.. and to finally get a clue. As he clicked the back button and waited for the homepage to load once again, he picked up his phone and played with it in his hand.
As soon as his page finished loading, he scrolled down to his top friends, to his only top friend. Lilly… "Online Now". He sat up straight and clicked on her profile, waiting for it to load. He figured if anything, he could just send her a message but then, he looked at his phone in his hand and the first thing on the bulletin hit him and he was tired of these games.
He punched in her number, which he knew all to well, and pressed the call button.
Author's Note: Yup, yup, you convinced me. But I'll tell you this, the second one is never as good as the original … just like how a sequel to a movie is never as good as the first one. And I'm only saying this because I've had bad experiences with writing more parts than I intended to. And it's Oliver's point of view… I don't relate to guys (their minds are just to simple). I relate to girls (I like emotion and dramtic-ism)! So please, please, please be honest and brutal. If it sucks - it sucks. Alas, sorry for the grammar errors… I know there are a lot in this one. I'm tired and I wanted to get this posted before Christmas (and Eve). This will be a three-shot so.. hopefully I'll get the third part posted before the new year. Again, Happy Holidays!