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Now, I present to you: chapter three!
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Chapter Three: Not Proud nor Regretful

[Lilly POV

I watched as Miley and Jake walked away from the car, Miley hanging onto to Jake and Jake gladly holding her. I wish somebody would hold me like that and love me like that.

I glanced over at Oliver and felt a sharp pang in my heart. Had he felt this way whenever I said no to him? Had I broken his heart?

"Oliver," I whispered hesitantly.

He turned to me and smiled. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." I didn't really know how to say it. "I mean, are you okay after I've said no to you all these times?"

His smile sort of wavered, but he said, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'll stop asking if it bothers you. If you don't like me like I like you then I might as well stop trying."

"No!" I blurted out. "I...I like you chasing after me, Oliver. I've never had a guy do that before, and it made me feel special. But just now I realized how much it must be hurting you. I'm so so sorry."

"Don't be. I like challenges," Oliver said, smirking.

I grabbed his shirt and put my lips on his. His hands ran through my hair, and my hands roamed his chest freely. God, he could kiss. We kept kissing and holding each other.

Until we heard a cough.

"Ahem. Well, are you two having fun?" I heard Miley ask.

I pulled away from Oliver and said, "Yes, we are, actually."

Oliver was embarrassed. I felt his fingers tighten on my back, but I was calm as ever. Miley and Jake always did this.

"So how did it go?" I asked, leaning against Oliver.

"Some bimbo tried to come on to Jake. Damn zombie slayer fans," Miley said, looking at Jake lovingly as he put the gasoline in the car.

I wondered if Oliver looked at me like that. I hoped he did.

I looked at him. He was looking at me, smiling. I sighed and put my head on his chest, content.

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[Miley POV

After we got the car going again, and we were just staring out at the beautiful countryside quietly, me and Jake holding hands, Lilly half asleep in Oliver's arms, Hannah Montana's newest song came on the radio.

I immediately perked up and started singing along.

Change your hair,
Change your shoes,
Gotta get out of these blues.
(Oh man.)

Nothing is going right todaaay.
And nothing is ok.
But, but.
But, but, buuut.

I'll be okkayy.
Because I know you'll be therrre.
I got-
Friends by my side,
A whole new start,
My lullaby,
Boy in my heart.

So hear me when I say-
I'll be okkayyy!
I'll by okay!

I'll.

Be.

Okay.

I laughed as the song ended and I realized how silly the lyrics were.

"Nice one, Miles," Jake said. "That shoe and hair part doesn't even make sense."

"You're just jealous because you can't sing," I said, smiling at him. "Everything is okay now," I whispered, mostly to myself.

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I felt the car rise up in the air and my eyes snapped open.

"What? What happened?" I asked, looking around. Oliver was driving now, and Lilly and Jake were sleeping in the backseat, completely unfazed by the car's jump.

"Sorry, Miles, just went too fast over a speed bump," Oliver said, smiling.

I stretched my arms and rotated my neck. Jake's car was stylish, but not really made for sleeping. "Argh. How long was I asleep for?"

"A few hours. Jake got tired so I took over, and they fell asleep about two hours ago. We're about to enter-" Oliver stopped talking and pointed at a sign.

"Party City?" I laughed. Sounded like fun.

"Yeah. I think we should stop and get a hotel so we can rest for the night," Oliver said.

I nodded. "We should stop and have a party first! PARTY CITY!" I yelled, but too loudly, for Lilly and Jake's eyes opened and they got up groggily. "Sorry, guys," I murmured.

"No. Worries," Jake said sleepily, rubbing my arm. "Where...are we?"

"Party City," I said, giggling. That name cracked me up.

Lilly frowned, but her eyes twinkled. "What kind of a damn name is that?"

I laughed and just turned up the radio. Party City, here we come.

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I stepped out of the car and I and Lilly ducked into the bathroom to change into some party clothes and get our Party City on.

After we were done, we stepped out and walked around Party City with Jake and Oliver. It looked like a smaller version of Las Vegas, with flashing lights and tall building and 15-minute marriage ceremonies.

Honestly, I'm not proud of what we did. Not at all. I don't say I regret it, but I am surely not proud.

They were serving alcohol to minors and, honestly again, me and Lilly had had it before and the stuff really appealed to us. Jake and Oliver didn't stop us. They did it with us. So, after...a few...drinks, things got a little out of hand.

Think Britney Spears and no panties.

Lindsay Lohan before rehab.

Yeah. That out of hand.

Suddenly, I was dancing on the tables.

Suddenly, I was being whistled at by tons of guys.

Suddenly, I was full-on kissing my best friend.

And suddenly, everything went black.

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