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Living with a Girl

Part Two- Evenings with a Girl

As Oliver slipped through the front door, his only thought was of kissing Lilly and falling asleep. Work was a nightmare. He had learnt quickly that working alongside Hannah Montana as a concert director wasn't as glamorous as he had first anticipated. Not only did he work insane hours but he also witnessed first hand Miley's diva behavior. Everyday was not only a struggle to prove himself to the other employees but prove to himself that he could do it.

Some days he wasn't quite sure.

Afternoons usually involved lounging on in front of the TV making jokes and chatting. Conversation would then turn to dinner. Lilly was a shameful bad cook but insisted that she was decent. Oliver would use all his energy to deter her from the kitchen, which was no easy feat. Lilly would sit at the kitchen table (half watching Oliver, half watching TV) and they would discuss everything work related. It wasn't the most structured or intellectual routine but Oliver loved it.

As he walked down the small hallway, he was surprised to find the apartment empty. Sighing he flopped on the couch and undid his tie. Lilly must have stayed back to help pack up the Fair. He considered wandering up to help but honestly he was to beat to be much help.

Flicking on the TV, he glanced at the clock. Man he hoped Lilly would come home soon.

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He awoke, startled. It took a couple of moments for him to untangle from the blanket over his legs and get his bearings. He was still on the couch. The red numbers flashed midnight and he groaned and stretched. The couch was way to short for his long legs. Standing up, he pushed the disappointment of missing a night of Lilly aside in favour of heading to bed. He flicked on the lamp and realised that Lilly had set up the ironing board. Clean pants hung on the side. Smiling he walked over and pulled off a little note that was pined to the fabric.

Olliepop-

I love you

Look in the cupboard

Lillypad

He made his way to the cupboard, intrigued. He opened the doors to see his little mug front and centre. A little pink note was stuck to the side

Olliepop-

It's still ugly but I love you

Check the fridge

Lillypad

Relishing in the idea of this game, he snapped the fridge open. Despite have some idea what sat inside, he was still surprised by the little labels on each of the jugs. Resting on the plastic blue jug of milk, he pulled off the next note.

Olliepop-

I accept that you're never going to remember the colors

But I love you

Go see the bathroom

Lillypad

She had spent the afternoon redesigning everything to make it livable for the two. The kitchen was just the start, everything had changed. Oliver was in awe as he stared at the wardrobe. All of his shirts were on their own hanger. Grinning like a manic, he released the final note.

Olliepop-

I'm sorry and I love you.

Check the alarm

Lillypad

He smiled at her sleeping figure and did as the note said.

The alarm was set for seven o'clock. The note simply read

Don't worry. I'll time myself.

Still in his pants and shirt, he slipped under the covers towards her. The notes were tight in his fist and he slid them in the drawer beside him. They fell on a ring box. The drawer slid shut and he roused Lilly awake with a kiss. She giggled as he tickled her chin softly and hugged him close.

"I still like my mugs stain free" She sighed

"And I like my coffee every morning…" he trailed off

"And I'll never stop wanting to pour everything into special containers…. I really like the colors" she whispered

"I know. I like them too" He lied only slightly

"And the ironing really bugs me"

"I need it"

"And working out the bathroom was a struggle"

"You do have a lot of stuff…"

They sighed together and Lilly sniffed

"We are just so different. How can this work?" She seemed so sad but Oliver just laughed.

"How can it not? I am me and you are you"

"And together we are Lilly and Oliver" She laughed and then continued with

"You're right. We do nothing but work"

They snuggled deep into the blankets and Oliver ignored that it was boiling hot.

"Thanks for the clothes…. Was that emotional?" he muttered as he slowly fell back to sleep.

"You have noidea"

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I guess it could have been one… but I like it like this.

Sorry if it's too cheesy, but that's how I like it hahaa