A/N: Okay guys. Chapter two. Lily and Oliver are taking off for Maine. Getting too close, awkward situations, teenage irresponsibility, and other hilarities to ensue. Haha. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not yet. Still don't own Hannah Montana.
Chapter 2: Forever
"Make sure you're getting enough to eat. You'll be very busy. And don't go to bed too late, honey!" Mrs. Truscott stood in her driveway, Lily already in the Oken's car, making sure she'd be all right, being away for a month. "You can call or write whenever you want. We want to hear from you at least once a week so we know what's going on. Do you have everything?" She was definitely rambling now.
"Yes Mom, I promise. We need to go now," she said, smiling. "I love you, Mom, Dad."
"We love you too, sweetie," Mr. Truscott said as the Oken's pulled out of her driveway and began down the road towards the airport.
The car ride was almost completely silent, not counting the radio playing old rock softly in the background. Everyone once and a while Lily and Oliver would glance at each other, but they were content in just sharing the other's company, and spent most of their time thinking or staring out the windows.
The scene changed when the got to the airport, however. People were rushing everywhere. All sorts of noises polluted the air, and there was a low-lying excitement hanging overhead. Oliver and Lily jumped into the commotion with ease. Within fifteen minutes begs were checked and Oliver was saying his final goodbyes to his parents, then the two teenagers were through the gate.
"I'm hungry. Let's get some sandwiches. Or! Oh! Do you know what's really good? Those cinnamon rolls! They always have those in airports! What do you say?"
"Oliver, jeez, slow down," Lily reprimanded, grabbing his wrist and moving off towards the food court, "Of course we can get something to eat. But we'd better hurry. Our plane boards in half an hour."
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"Enjoying your smoothie, sandwich, potato chips, cinnamon bun, coke, and the end of my salad and muffin?" Lily asked Oliver smartly, sitting across from him at a café table.
"Mmfhmm," he mumbled, which she took as a yes.
Conversation continued for a few more minutes when Oliver glanced at his watch. "Oh my gosh! Lily, I hate to be the responsible one, but the plane boards in three minutes!"
"Oliver! Why weren't we keeping track of time?" she shouted at him playfully and scooped the excess wrappers into the trash can. Oliver pulled his food into an empty pocket of his carry-on bag, and pushed his chair hard into the table.
"Let's go!" he shouted, sipping the ends of his smoothie as he grabbed Lily's free hand and began sprinting towards their gate.
It wasn't far, but that didn't stop them from earning several dirty looks from the people around them as they pushed through the traffic around them. Luckily they made it to the C68 just as the last few people were lining up. Oliver leaned up against a pole where the line ended, and Lily leaned herself against his chest, both panting, laughing at their situation. Oliver offered her a sip of his smoothie, and she dropped her bag and happily obliged.
"Under eighteen?" A flight attendant asked as she scanned their tickets and handed the stubs back to them. Lily nodded. "All right, behave, please. We'll be keeping an eye on you two, order of the airline. It's for all minors," she eyed them suspiciously before letting them enter the plane. They knew their actions were rude and irresponsible, but they were enjoying themselves.
They reached their seats in a few moments, Lily slipping in at the window and shoving her backpack beneath her haphazardly. Oliver moved in after her, glad to see they were on the two-person side of their plane, so they wouldn't have to worry about anyone else annoying or distracting them. 'Distracting us?' he thought to himself. What was he thinking of doing that couldn't be interrupted? He shrugged off the idea, trying to forget it.
He glanced over at Lily, who was shuffling through her purse as the plane began to move slowly forward. "Hey, you don't happen to have any gum in there, do ya?" he questioned her.
"No, why?"
"Uhm...you know...flight take off. Sometimes it makes me a little, uh, uncomfortable," he admitted sheepishly, much to Lily's delight.
"Hold on. Smokin' Oken? Afraid of take-off?" She nearly went into hysterics at the idea.
"No! No! Not afraid. I just don't like it so much, okay?" He looked away and she flashed him a wide grin, "Shut up," he mumbled, making her laugh.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll help you. I can cover your ears or something. I've heard there's a trick you can do with cups and wet paper towels, but we don't have any," she suggested.
"I think I'll be okay, Lily. I can cover my own ears," he laughed.
"No, really," she looked at him seriously, "We're about to take off, and I don't want you throwing up all over me.
As she said this the plane accelerated drastically and Oliver nodded frantically. She leaned over towards him, but was strapped down by her seatbelt. Oliver slid a hand around her waist to hold her up against him. She blushed and tried to ignore the feeling it gave her as she placed her hands hard against his ears, her face against his cheek. "Hold your breath and plug your nose with your free hand," she instructed.
"No way. I'll look ridiculous."
"We look ridiculous anyway. Can't get any better," she began to say when the plane began to lift. "Oliver, now!"
He complied, and they held their awkward position, wrapped around each other, for a good minute or so before the worst of the pressure was gone. Lily carefully moved her hands to the sides of his face and kissed his cheek tenderly. She slid back down to her own chair and Oliver removed his hand from her waist, which she was surprised to find disappointed her.
"That wasn't so bad," he mumbled.
"Sure," Lily smiled, "Which is exactly why you had that look on your face the whole way up."
"What look?" Oliver asked innocently, grinning back.
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Oliver glanced over at Lily for the fourth or fifth time since the end of their in-flight movie. "Would you stop looking at me?" Lily sad sarcastically.
Oliver gave her a lopsided smile and pulled up the window shade, glancing outside. "Are we there yet?"
"Ouch! Oliver! Close that; you're making me blind!," she shook her head, "And no, we're not there yet. I don't know why you think I'd know, but there's still at least another hour until we land."
"Oh," he looked down at his lap and fiddled with the pages of the book he'd brought along, hoping he'd be inspired enough to read. No such luck. "Well I'm bored. Let's do something fun."
"All right," she sighed, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well I dunno," he began, then suddenly his face lit up, "Oh! Remember that game we played when we were little? The one where someone would draw some crazy lines and the other would have to turn it into something? Let's do that!"
"You mean the scribble game?" she questioned, "How old are you, Oliver?" she laughed lovingly at his idea.
"No, Lily! Come on! There's nothing better to do!" he pleaded, giving her a sad and pathetic look.
"I guess..."
"Great!" He said, pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil from his bag.
"Wait," Lily stopped him. Let's make this more interesting. Whoever does the best scribbles wins something, okay?"
"Okay. What do I get when I win?" Oliver joked.
"Confident, aren't we? Well, I know your grandma wasn't expecting me, so I'm sure I'll have to sleep on some kind of cot or spare mattress. So if I win, I want your bed instead."
"Aw, Lily!" he contradicted, "Okay. Fine. But if I win, I want to take you somewhere when we get there."
"Is that all? Few, I got of lucky," she mimed wiping sweat from her forehead and gave him a joking look.
"Not so fast. I'm not going to tell you where we're going, and you may not like it. But you have to comply, okay?"
She sighed, "All right. You make the first one."
Oliver set to work with his pencil creating an impossible mess of lines and dots, hoping to make it as difficult for Lily as possible, but when he handed her the tablet, she turned her back to him and set to work, hand moving rapidly over the paper. When she turned around, she beamed at him and shoved her masterpiece beneath his nose. "It's salt and pepper shakers on a table. Ha. Bet you didn't see that one coming."
Oliver laughed, "Uh no, I didn't. Nice try though. It's almost cute. My turn."
Lily created a long gangly twist along her paper before handing it over. Oliver took it confidently from her and began.
A few minutes later, they were starting to tire of the game. Lily turned to Oliver, who was hiding whatever he was drawing, "Last one, okay?"
"All right," he said, turning to her and sheepishly parting with the tab.
Lily looked down at the picture. She couldn't remember what shape she'd drawn on the paper before, but all she saw now were the words "Best Friends" written in a kind of angular calligraphy across the paper. She sighed, "Maybe just one more," and quickly scribbled another line.
Oliver's eyes scanned the page quickly. He smiled at her and mouthed what he saw she'd written, "Forever."
A/N: Getting into the story a little more now. Better, I hope? The next chapter should be out pretty soon since I have an irregularly short list of activities this weekend. Haha. Don't make the first-time author suffer. Please review! D
