A/N: Only a couple of reviews, eh? Come on people, I want MORE. Whoa, I just sounded like Sharpay… LOL, anyways, read and review… Cuz it makes me happy [:

I sighed and walked upstairs. My Mom and Dad weren't home. Nor was my three year old sister, Ashley. They had gone on some big, important business trip miles away in some other city of California. I decided to stay home; after all, I had lots to do. I got into my bedroom and walked over to the desk, where my desktop computer was. I sat down in the comfortable chair and checked all my e-mail messages. I had thirty four new E-mails. I checked them all. All of them, not surprisingly, were from Oliver. I rolled my eyes and deleted them all. I signed onto my AIM and instantly got an IM from Miley. I groaned and grudgingly answered it.

SmileyMileySmiles07: Hey, Lils!

LillyLOVEx3: Hey, slut.

SmileyMileySmiles07: Lilly! What is wrong with you?!

LillyLOVEx3: Don't play dumb. I know you and Oliver hooked up while I was gone. And I was STILL dating him.

SmileyMileySmiles07: Hey, the boy needed some excitement in his life that week. Can't blame me.

LillyLOVEx3: Uh, I can and I believe I just did. Listen Miley, I've always been a good friend to you. Why do you ruin all of my relationships? You ruined my chance with Matt, Lucas, and now Oliver. And, let's not forget about Jake…

SmileyMileySmiles07: Whatever Lilly.

LillyLOVEx3: Whatever? Yeah, sure, whatever. Look, you can go out with Oliver. I don't want him, don't need him. Have him.

I signed off and walked over to the bulletin board hanging on my teal walls and tore down a couple of pictures, notes, and cards. All of them from Oliver or from Miley. I somberly stuffed them in my garbage can along with some other worthless junk in my room. I was about to walk outside of my bedroom when somebody threw a couple of pebbles against my window. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. I opened the window, and I saw Oliver standing directly underneath me.

"Lilly, you never let me finish!" He complained. He was about to say something when I cut him off.

By dumping the trash can and all of it's contents right on his head. Did I feel bad afterwards? Let me think…

Um, no!

It actually felt pretty good. I cracked a smile and laughed hysterically while he stood there looking at me angrily. Once I was composed, I closed my window and jumped onto my bed. Yet, Oliver kept insisting I let him in. I found a way to fix that little problem though. I walked over to my stereo and played Lily Allen's song "Smile". As soon as the song was done, I realized that I could probably crack a smile with some revenge on Miley and Oliver. Perfect. I smirked. This was going to be fun. I took out a note book and a pink pen and neatly printed down all the ideas I had. They were definitely... something.

Oh yeah.