Sorry peeps, been studying for a midterm, blergh. Enjoy (:
Lilly parked her car in the empty parking lot, after an excruciating five block drive. Wow, was she getting lazy. As she stepped onto the beach she immediately noticed her boyfriend sitting at their special table. No, it didn't have their name on it nor had they ever officially declared it their table, yet somehow every special moment she could think of that had taken place on this beach, positive and not, somehow involved that one table.
-March 1st, 2007-
Don't ruin this for me, he said. I really like her, he insisted. Because she's the stupid mother of his stupid flour child for the stupid assignment.
Well that came out of nowhere. Lilly turned around in her seat to face her unattended nachos.
Anyhow, she really did want the best for him; she was his best friend, that was part of her job description. But why did it have to be her? She was so… so… oh it was freakin' Sarah. She's a saint! Yet no matter how much Lilly couldn't find anything concrete to dislike about her (perhaps her delusional love for a bag of bleached flour?) she felt her body collapse at the idea of Oliver falling for Sarah. She wasn't sure why, considering Oliver had "fallen" for many, many other girls. The problem this time, Sarah seemed to like him back.
Why wouldn't she, he's Oliver. She realized that wasn't the proper saying. She literally shook her head to rephrase her thoughts. Why would she, it's Oliver! …My Oliver. She frowned; her thoughts were obviously not cooperating.
Not that she wanted Oliver all to herself in some sort of twisted love story where best friends fall for each other, nah, that wasn't her style. Either way, technically, Miley also "had" Oliver. Of course with no underlying romantic feelings whatsoever. Not that that was a criterion. Just that—ugh, point is Sarah didn't belong with him. End of story.
Lilly glanced over her shoulder at the table where the couple-to-be laid their flour and wished it'd combust in flames. Or for a more realistic scene, simply that Sarah would take the stupid bag and leave, and Lilly could get to enjoy her nachos in her chair at their table-all these possessions recently decided.
Hmm, maybe one day she should scratch in her name on there somewhere. Or she could superglue herself and Oliver to them—hah, not.
- Present –
With all the turmoil surrounding Oliver's 12-hour heartbreak over Sarah, Lilly had forgotten to scratch in her name. As for the superglue thing, what can she say, be careful what you wish for.
But that wasn't the only wish that came true. "Hey Olliepop," she sat next to him on her chair on their table.
Went back a few more years here. I leave no promise on when the next update'll be… okay, how about before next century? Just kidding, the next chapter is already done and I just have one more to write (: Review now and I'll update asap!
