A/N: thanks to all my reviewers! Keep reviewing! I would like a total of 25 reviews before I update again, if it's not too much to ask. Sorry that this chapter is sooo short…next one is pretty long.

"I'm sick of watching thriller movies," whined Lilly. "Let's watch the notebook."

The night at the club was a week ago, and most of it had been forgotten, thank God. Now Miley was home sick, and Oliver was at Lilly's. Picking a movie was always a hard task, considering Oliver liked as much blood as possible, and Lilly was a sucker for sweet love scenes.

"It's totally my turn," she reminded him. "You made me watch Saw AND Saw 2 last weekend! You owe me."

He groaned. "Fine. But if I suddenly fall asleep, you'll know why!"

She laughed and popped it in. Then she settled back onto the fold out futon, lying next to Oliver.

About 15 minutes into the movie, she realized her head had drooped onto his shoulder. She didn't move it, though- when Oliver and Lilly were alone, they were always more touchy feely together. It was a sweet, simple gesture, that meant absolutely nothing.

"Aww, I love this part," whispered Lilly, at the scene where Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams got into a romantic argument on the pier, with the rain falling all around them.

"Zzzzzz," joked Oliver.

Lilly giggled and smacked his arm. "You know you love this part."

"The kisses in this movie are so fake," he complained. "It's totally obvious that they're doing it for the cameras."

"Oh, because you could do soooo much better," kidded Lilly.

"As a matter of fact, Smoken Oken is an expert kisser!" He announced. "Back when I was with Becca, she couldn't get enough of me."

"Ew. TMI." Laughed Lilly. "I bet you suck at kissing."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Want to find out?"

"Yeah!" The yeah was automatic. The yeah was not serious, it was not in context, she didn't mean it. Or at least, that was what she insisted.

Oliver cupped Lilly's face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Taken aback, she froze, then relaxed. The kiss didn't break apart instantly- instead, it deepened, with Oliver leaning over Lilly, so that she was laying flat and he was on top, kissing her. Their tongues did an exotic dance as pleasure ran through her, from her mouth to her toes. His lips were surprisingly soft, and he had been right- he was an amazing kisser. Lilly softly moaned as Oliver ran his fingertips up and down her sides, and he covered her face with delicate kisses.

And from then on, that was how things were. They were in love.