AN: Okay so this took a long time to write and I think there will be like 1-3 more chapters. Oh and if you didn't notice I changed the name of my story it now is NOT Untitled for right now... Oh yeah IDWRSBM...if u know what this is please review...I only need 5 more...and just please review and review this one too :)

"I guess either strawberry or cherry. I'm good! Those even rhyme." I said cockily. "Okay, so do now that we have a basis do you want it to be on the love of fruit or how fruit taste or anything you can think of." asked Lilly. "I guess love. Because we all know I'm Mr. Romance." I said. "God, Oliver. Shut UP!" Miley yelled from across the room. "Make me." I whispered just loud enough to be heard then I stuck my tongue at her. "Oliver, I swear I'll..." she mumbled. I just shrugged it off and continued working on the stupid poem. "Okay, so Oliver we have a basis now. The love of cherries and strawberries. At least now we're getting somewhere! Ollie, you do the first line...then I'll help you with the rest!" she said. "Kay...how about My favorite fruits are cherries and strawberries?" I asked.

"A weak beginning, but hey, nobody's perfect" she sang the last part and she can't sing so it was kinda scary. "So after that lovely song I think the next line should be...These fruits aren't scary or hairy." I said actually pretty proud of myself. Lilly just took her head in her hands, and said, "My doughnut. My stupid doughnut." "Hey!" I shouted. "Oliver, do you wanna try a different fruit? So its easier for both of us." she asked me as hope filled her eyes that I'd say yes Lilly a different fruit sounds great. So that's exactly what I said. We crumpled up the paper and walked it over to the trashcan so we wouldn't wake up the sleeping beast (AKA Miley). "Okay so which one?" "I don't know. Raspberries, Cherries, Strawberries, Oranges, Apples, Bananas, Clementines?"

"Um, Oliver to find a better fruit do you wanna try the internet?" "Sure." I said a little embarrassed that I hadn't thought of that genius idea. I glanced over at Miley who had fallen asleep on her bed and was drooling profusely on the bed and Lilly told me I better ask Miles before we use her computer. I was a tad nervous waking her up because we weren't on good terms right now, but I did anyways. I walked over to her and poked her and said, "Miley. Miley. Miley?" She woke up and then looked at me angrily. "WHAT?" she screamed barely awake. "

Um first of all I'm sorry and second of all can we use your computer?" I asked. "Sure! Just let me sleep I was up all this week and weekend for Hannah." she replied groggily. "Do you forgive me?" "Yes! Just let me sleep!!" and with that final exclamation she was back to drooling all over her bed. "She said we could use it right?" Lilly asked. I shook my head yes. "Lets go on ." she said as we scanned through the possible 'fruit stars' of my poem. "Hmmmmmm I've never heard of Medlar, Rose hip or Quince." I said. "And I've never heard of those or Hackberry, Gooseberry or Açaí or—" she said. "Wait say that last one again!!" "Açaí?" "Oooo! I think I've found my favorite fruit!!" "Oliver, have you even eaten one before?" "No but the name is cool!!" She just rolled her eyes and said "Okay so what's the line gonna be?" "Açaí is always on my side?" "Wow, Oliver. You sure you want that?" "Yes, it shows my doughnut-yness." "I'll think of your next line. Everytime I think about my love of this fruit I think of how when it was made.

Love must have had to been implied."

"Lilly that's two lines." I pouted. "Oliver, do want help or what?" "I want it, but can I do 2 lines?" I pouted even more. "Sure you can baby Ollie." she replied using her baby voice. "Okay, so oh dang it look at the pronunciation." I said scanning the website. "Oh great its ah-sigh-ee" "Well, lets scrap it then!!" I said very frustrated. "Do you not want to use Açaí anymore?" she asked. "No! What about my love of Rose Hip?" I said with a "Hmmm, hip is much easier to rhyme than some of these others. Lets do it!" she said enthusiastically. "Okay I'll try doing it by myself!" "I thought and thought and thought for about an hour and nothing great would come to my brain. I then looked over at Lilly who was writing on a piece of paper and I saw that it was a poem, my poem.

"Oh, Lillian. Why are you doing my poem?!" I said a little mad. "Because, you've got nothin'." she replied. "You're right! I do have nothin. And I do need your help." I whined much less than manly. "So Mr. Romance how are we gonna do this?" she asked. I smiled because she said we, which meant she was going to help! "I think we should first see a picture of Rose Hip, to know what it looks like," "Way, ahead of you Ollie. Here ya go." she replied showing me the computer with a picture of Rose Hip on it. "They look like tiny tomatoes and aren't tomatoes fruit. I think we should somehow incorporate that in your poem!" "Yep, so how bout this...

A tiny tomato-ish fruit is my fave

I dream about them all day"

"That was actually pretty good..." she said. "I know, I'm a poet and by dang, I know it." Then she giggled and said. "The special fruit I'm talkin' bout is Rose Hip" "I like it!" I said to her. "Okay, so then I can put It has me attached at the hip." "Oliver, you can't rhyme hip with hip." "Why not." I pouted. "Never mind. I have to go home soon so let's finish this."

AN: Again these are my poems and I'd like to thank for the idea of using

loliverlover1227: a rare fruit and he likes them because the way it sounds

princess cutie: cherries

o0LoliverRox0o: strawberries

pic of rose hips: madteaparty.files./2006/10/rose-hips-06.JPG

pic of Açaí: /images/acai/acaiberries.jpg

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