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Things to know beforehand: the karaoke night never happened. We were never told Lilly "couldn't" sing. Miley and Oliver have never heard her sing.
Lilly's POV:
I woke up at about 9:30. I tried to sit up but something was holding me down. I heard a
yawn and the rustle of my sheets next to me. I was pulled rather forcefully by the waist. I
remembered what happened with Oliver last night. His dad, the kiss, everything. Oliver
buried his head in my hip and started muttering. I laughed to myself as he put his head on
my stomach and said "Pretty Lilly. Ollie wants a kiss. Pretty Lilly." over and over in his
sleep. I ruffled his hair and said "Oliver, Oliver wake up!" in a soft voice. He grabbed the
edge of my shirt and snuggled into it. I laughed again, blushing slightly. "Oliver wake
up!" I said a bit louder, shaking his shoulder. He jumped about 3 feet and looked around
rapidly, probably remembering why he isn't in his room. He saw me finally and let out a
little squeak. I laughed again. "Good morning to you too, Ollie." I said, sliding the covers
off of me. "Lilly?" he said in a soft, shy voice. I walked over to my dresser. "Yes,
Oliver?" I asked, picking an outfit. "I kissed you last night, didn't I?" he asked timidly.
"Yeah you did." I answered, smiling. "And this morning, apparently you wanted another
one." I turned back around in time to see Oliver's confused yet slightly horrified
expression. "You were talking in your sleep." I said, smirking. "What did I say?" he
asked, looking freaked out. I laughed. "Don't freak out so much Ollie." He got up and
walked towards me. "Lilly, what did I say?" he said calmly. "Hmm, I can't seem to
remember now." I said playfully. "Well Miss. Truscott, let's see if I can help you
remember." he whispered, making me shiver. "Ah but Mr. Oken, how w—." I started to
ask but Oliver started to tickle me. "Oliver!" I squealed. I tried to run but since my room
isn't exactly huge, it didn't help much. He cornered me in front of my bed. "Want to tell
me anything now?" he asked, pinning my arms down. "No, but let go!" I said, squirming
under his grip. "Oh really? Nothing to say? Well in that case…" he said then started to
tickle me again. "Oliver! Oliver, stop!" I said between giggles. He stopped. "Ready to tell
me?" he asked softly. I looked up at him. All I wanted to do at that moment was kiss him
senseless. I decided I would stop torturing him. "All you said was 'Pretty Lilly. Ollie
wants a kiss.' over and over. Happy now?" I said. He grinned at me. "Well that's good.
Now I know I don't lie in my sleep." he said. I gave him a confused look then grinned
back, figuring out what he said. He started to lean forward. I leaned forward too until I
heard my door opening. I shrieked and moved, making Oliver fall on my bed. "Lilly I
heard you…oh hello Oliver, what a surprise." my mom said, walking in. Oliver shot me a
glance. "Hi Mrs. Truscott." he said calmly. I shot him a thankful glance. "Well anyway,
breakfast is ready, come down when you're ready." she said, walking out. I let out a sigh
and sat on my bed. Oliver laughed. "Get dressed and let's go eat!" he said excitedly. I
rolled my eyes. "Is food all you ever think about?" I asked, grabbing my clothes off of
my dresser. He smiled distantly and stayed silent. I gave him a weird look and walked
into my bathroom. I took off my pajama bottoms and pulled on my ripped jeans. Then I
took off my tank top and put on my black t-shirt with white and pink stars. I put two pink
streaks and a black streak in my hair and pulled it back into a high pony tail. I brushed
my side bangs out of my face and put a little eyeliner on. I did a quick little mirror check
and smiled. I walked out of my connected bathroom but I didn't see Oliver in my room. I
figured he must have gone down to eat already. Suddenly I felt something wrap around
my waist. I screamed in shock but then Oliver laughed and spun me around. "Oliver!" I
giggled. He put me down. "Oliver, you scared me half to death." I said, hitting his
shoulder playfully. "Terribly sorry Miss. Truscott. Shall we go to breakfast?" he said in a
fake proper voice, holding out his arm. I laughed and hooked my arm with his. He ran,
dragging me along with him down the stairs. "Oliver." I giggled. "Slow down!" He held
my arm tighter and skidded into the kitchen. I almost fell but he grabbed me and pulled
me up. "Oliver!" I said, out of breath. He just gave me his lopsided grin. I heard my
mother laugh at us. "Calm down Oliver, breakfast isn't going to run away from you." She
said, putting two plates with eggs and bacon on the table. "You can never be too careful."
Oliver said, pointing a finger at my mom. I rolled my eyes playfully at him and knocked
down his hand. He grinned at me and sat down. I raised my eyebrow at my mom and she
just smiled and turned back to her book. I sat next to Oliver and he took my hand under
the table. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and smiled. Oliver finished his
breakfast. "Come on Lilly, let's go!" he said. "Oliver I'm not even done yet!" I answered.
He sighed exaggeratedly and gave me a puppy dog look. "Fine." I said. I grabbed a piece
of bacon and kissed my mom's cheek. "We're going out apparently so I'll see you later."
I called behind my shoulder as Oliver dragged me out the door. Oliver took my hand and
led me to the beach. We sat at Rico's and he ordered a cookie dough milkshake. "Oliver?
How can you eat after we just ate breakfast?" I asked him, shaking my head. "I'm a guy,
it's food, do the math." I smiled at him and he took my hand on the counter. Jackson saw
our hands and his eyes widened. "Dude, you finally told her?" he asked Oliver. I looked
at him confused. He glanced at me sideways. "Yeah, man." he said quietly. "You told
Jackson?" I asked surprised. He nodded slowly, a blush creeping up his neck. I smiled
and kissed his cheek. "Don't look so embarrassed. Chill out, I don't care." I said, trying
to calm his mood. He relaxed, to my relief. He finished his shake and we went to one of
the tables. We kept our hands laced together. A few minutes later Miley walked up from
the beach. She saw us and I motioned for her to sit down. She grinned and sat in the third
chair. She saw our hands and glared at them. "Something wrong Miles?" I asked,
confused. "You guys are…dating?" she said, putting a huge emphasis on dating. Oliver
glanced at me. "Yeah Miles, we thought you would be happy for us." he said, sounding
worried. Miley turned her glare to him. "Happy? Why would I be happy that you're
dating this ugly, manner-less…boy?" she said, her anger rising. My mouth hung open,
tears in my eyes. "Miley! How could you say something like that? She's your best
friend." Oliver yelled, letting go of my hand. Miley stood up. "Why would you want her?
She isn't pretty, she doesn't wear girl clothes, she skateboards, she's hardly a girl! Why
don't you like me? I'm way better than Lilly." she screamed at Oliver, saying my name
with disgust. Oliver's face was red with anger. I got up and ran home. I heard Oliver call
after me but I didn't stop. I sprinted inside my house and slammed the door. "Lillian
Anne Truscott! Don't slam the door. Oh honey, what happened?" she said, sounding
worried towards the end. "I don't want to talk about it, mom." I said. "Oh, and if Oliver
or Miley comes? Tell them I'm…busy." I added before walking to my room. "Lilly, why
would I tell them that, they're your best friends." she called after me. I sighed and told
her everything. "Well, honey, what Miley said wasn't true. You should know that." she
said after I finished. I looked at my feet. "I'll tell them. But promise me you'll talk to
them?" she asked. I nodded and shut my bedroom door behind me.
Aww poor Lilly. For all you Loliver lovers, NO this isn't turning into Moliver. Review!!