Author's Note: Here's a little more Lollie cuteness. I noticed there was barely any in my last entry...so here's some. It's short, but it's still cute. Lemme know what you think! There's more where that came from!
Chapter 2
Party Like A Rockstar
"Great! Just friggin' great!" Lilly exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air, "How are we supposed to get her home, now?"
"Well, there's this little thing called a cab, Lils...they're a big help in times like this," Oliver retorted. Miley was starting to drool down his neck and giggled unconsiously in her sleep.
And the sarcastic comments began.
"Well excuse me Almighty Oliver, how could I have been so ignorant?" Lilly shot back, her voice seething with sarcasm. She knew the 'Almighty Oliver' bit would get the reaction she was looking for.
"Shut up and help me!" Oliver said, having a difficult time keeping Miley on her feet; her dead weight was starting to be too much, "We need to hail a cab, Lils,"
"Are you talkin' to me?" she asked, pointing to herself as if he'd been talking to someone else behind her.
"No, the other Lilly. Yes! Yes I'm talkin' to you!" Oliver exclaimed, "That's it!" He'd finally had enough of Miley tossing around and with one big lift, hauled her up over his shoulder. She was sent into a fit of giggles and then was out again. If only Lilly had a camera. Miley was never gonna believe herself when Lilly told her.
"I could become the President before I could hail a cab, Oliver Oken. We both know that," Lilly told him, matter of factly. Her friend rolled his eyes and started off down the street, lit by the aura of the night life. Funny how the streets transformed as soon as the clubs opened. It was a different world.
"Oliver where are you going?" Lilly exclaimed, starting after them. She was starting to feel ill again and she was starting to think her drink had been spiked.
She didn't doubt it.
"Oh, I decided a nice walk in the park would do us some good...Where do you think I'm going, Lilly? I'm not seeing any cabs here. Come on!" Oliver shouted back over his free shoulder.
Lilly loved it and hated it when they got into their sarcastic fights. They could go on for hours like this. She knew just what to say to get a reaction out of him. A lot of the time she could guess what his retort would be. She loved how predictable he could be sometimes. It was a silent battle between the two, to see who could hold out the longest. Sometimes it was just a game, sometimes it was for real. She hadn't figured out which this was, yet.
Drool dribbled off Miley's chin as she slept, leaving wet splotches on the ground as Oliver walked ahead. Suddenly, Miley piped up, sucking the spit back into her mouth.
"Orlando?" she asked drosily, her wig lop sided on her head. Her makeup all ascew. She notice Oliver's Hollister jeaned butt near her face and smacked it, snorting and cackling histarically. Immediately, a blush sprung to Oliver's cheeks and Lilly held her gut, having to stop her pace from laughing so hard.
She started laughing from the whole unreal situation, then. It wasn't funny. Not one bit, and yet it was SNL worthy at the same time. Soon, the snorting started, and she couldn't stop it. She knew Oliver hated it when she snorted, but it was uncontrolable. She felt like a happy drunk, laughing and carrying on like this. She knew Oliver didn't appreciate it, but the situation was so surreal, she had to laugh. She leaned against the building, holding her stomach (she was sure her sides were going to split any minute) as Oliver stood with a look that could burn holes through Lilly's head.
"I'm sor...sorry...Oli..." Lilly managed, tears coming to her eyes now. There Oliver stood, with a drunken Miley hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, walking down a random street in Malibu, face red from getting his butt slapped, looking for a cab.
Talk about your black mail.
Man, she needed to find a camera.
"Screw you," Oliver said, half angry, half joking, and started down the street again. To where, Lilly had yet to figure out. Oliver was seriously the brightest crayon in the box.
Not.
"Excuse me Mr. PMS, but I actually find this whole thing quite hilarious," Lilly said, starting after the two.
"Do you now? Would you like to carry little Miss Rockstar? She sure does party like one,"
"I'm good. I think you're strong enough to handle it. All those hours at the gym really paid off," Lilly said sarcastically, and playfully punched Oliver in the arm.
"Shut up," Oliver chuckled, giving her a sly glance, "You're just jealous of my Termanator biceps aren't you?"
"Ah man! You caught me there Oken!" Lilly played along in a laugh, shrugging her shoulders and 'agreeing'. She turned her head and rolled her eyes.
"Hey! I saw that!" Oliver exclaimed, bumping her shoulder with his free one.
"What?" Lilly played dumb and giggled.
"Man, if Miles wasn't weighin' me down, I'd show you!" Oliver threatened.
"Show me what? How to lift a fork to my mouth?" And Lilly was sent into a fit of laughter by her own joke. She dashed ahead of Oliver as he attempted to chase her, almost dropping Miley.
Um... see the purple button?...press it and see what happens...Come on! You know you wanna!
