Authors Note: Chapter Three!!! wowww. lol. So I've written all of this story, so far, this week and I plan on finishing it before my Christmas break is over, however that may not happen. The chapters are getting longer. Finally!!! Alright well read, enjoy, and please review.
Lilly couldn't take it anymore, she needed to get out. She didn't know who to go to though. Her mom would think she was silly. Miley...Miley would be absolutely no help anymore. There was, however one particular name that kept coming back into her mind, but she repeatedly forced it away, only for it to rise again and again. No. She couldn't.
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March 6, 2007
"Oliver..." she sniffled laying on her bed, her ear to the phone.
"Lilly are you okay?"
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I shouldn't have called. I'm sorry for bothering you Oliver."
"No, Lilly, its fine. Now, tell me what's wrong," he tried to calm her down. He really hated it when she cried. It was a rare occasion when she did, but Oliver wished it was even more scarce.
"Its nothing. Really, I'm fine."
"If you were fine, you wouldn't have called me crying. Please Lils, tell me, what's the matter?"
"It's stupid," she sadly insisted.
"I don't care. Nothings stupid if it made you cry."
"Well," she began. "I don't know, Miley has everything and she's so pretty and all the guys lover her, they never notice me, and then she's Hannah Montana, and now she's going out with Jake Ryan and I liked him first anyways...not that I like him anymore, but still..." Lilly poured into the phone. "I guess it just gets to me sometimes."
"Lilly," he said firmly. "Don't you ever compare yourself to Miley. You don't need millions of fans or a great voice and any guy who doesn't look at you and stop breathing is an ass and blind! Because you are beautiful."
"Thanks Oliver," she smiled. She wanted to reach out through the phone and hug him.
"Anytime."
"Promise?" she asked him in a whimsical, playful tone, which Oliver was very happy to hear opposed to the bawling he had heard just seconds ago.
"I promise. Anytime no matter how completely ridiculous the situation is, or how completely ridiculous you think the situation is. I'll always be here."
"Thanks."
"You know what you need?"
"What?"
"A famous Oken-Truscott movie night! My house, 7:30."
"You're on!" she had been feeling so much better. He always knew how to cheer her up.
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God she needed a cigarette. Such a macabre habit. She knew. She had picked it up from Oliver. Well...not exactly. She had picked it up after him. In need of him. Intoxicating it was.
Inhale...
Exhale...
As she allowed the smoke to encrust her lungs she knew what she had to do. She wiper her eyes with the back of her hand, swallowed hard and walked out the front door.
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There was a knock at the door. Oliver rolled over in bed. He didn't want to get up. He had actually gone to sleep...eventually. Now he just wanted the world to leave him alone and let him sleep, let him drift off into a fantasy world that was entirely his own; and that damn knock at the door had woken him up from an amazing dream. Now he couldn't remember it at all. It was probably just the post man. Or Miley. It could have been Dave dropping off those games Oliver had let him borrow.
The knock came again. Ugh...he sat up. Then stood up. Walked. He opened the door to reveal a girl. Her long blonde hair was a mess. Mascara was running down her face. Her clothes were wet due to the rain outside. Was this a dream?
"Do you remember your promise?" she asked. Her voice was a bit shaky, he couldn't tell if that was from the rain or if she had been previously crying. Both, perhaps. Could have been nerves also. But what would she have to be nervous about. It had been a long time though.
After a couple minutes of watching him with no response but a vacant expression on his face she turned around to leave. Her blonde hair whooshed into the weather which was like a facsimile of her mood at this point. She was stupid for coming here in the first place. What had she been thinking. Damn cigarettes!
"I made you a lot of promises, Lilly."
Authors Note: Ooooooh Lilly has finally made it into the picture! And a great big sigh of relief is needed here, for me as well. Plan on having another chapter up within the next two days. A long one too :D. Im really sorry guys, I'm dissappointed in the size of these chapters! It feels so good when in my notebook its like 5 pages and then its three on my word processor and then i update it here and its ridiculously small and my spirits are crushed. Alright well please review and as I always say; then i will continue writing.
