I want to have your babies
"White or cream?" Miley said, holding up samples of fabric that didn't look all that different.
I wrinkled my nose. "Aren't they both identical?"
Miley sighed, and put the samples down. "Lilly, they're different. If they were identical, I would have said white or white."
"Miley, they look exactly the same to me. I don't know. Am I just not seeing it?" I sighed, and wondered if Oliver and Jake were having more fun than I was. Probably.
"Obviously not," Miley said, and pushed the fabric to one side. "Okay, what about going for non-traditional? Non-conformist? I'll wear a colour that isn't associated with weddings, just because I want to be different."
I shrugged. Sounded good to me. Getting married in white was too cliché. "Sure."
"So, what colour? What colour looks awesome on me?" she asked, flipping through more fabric samples. Seriously, where did she get all of this stuff?
"You mean aside from all of them?" I replied, and grinned at her. Miley did look awesome in all colours; if you put me in certain colours I'd look awful.
Miley rolled her eyes, but smiled. "You look awesome in all colours too, Lilly. You know you do."
"I don't," I stated, stubbornly.
She knew better than to argue with me, because I'd just keep insisting that I looked awful in specific colours, and picked up a deep red sample. "What about this one?"
I looked at it, and tried to imagine a whole dress made from it. I couldn't. "Sure. The colour is nice."
"But would it be too red? Too deep? Too Dracula's wife?" Miley asked, staring at the fabric.
Dracula's wife? "What? Miley, if you want advice on dresses, I'm not the person to come to. I love shopping as much as the next person, but I can't give advice."
Miley couldn't argue with this, and so put the fabric on the floor. Then she leant back on the couch, and closed her eyes. "This is so awesome. I am marrying Jake Ryan. Miley Ryan. Does that sound right? Or should it be Hannah Ryan? No. Miley sounds better, right?"
"Miley, it seriously doesn't matter what your name is," I laughed.
"I know, because even if his name was Jake Yankeedoodle, I'd still love him and want to marry him. I'm just saying," Miley grinned.
Jake Yankeedoodle? Seriously, where does she come up with this stuff?
"And don't tell me you haven't thought about your name," Miley said.
What?
"What?" I asked, wrinkling my nose.
She opened one eye and looked at me intently. "Your name. Whether you're gonna change it when you get married."
I sat upright. "Miley! Do you know something that I don't?"
"Of course not. I'm just saying, you've been going out for four years. You've been best friends even longer. Both of you must know if you're each other's soul mate," Miley shrugged.
Soul mate?
Yes.
See, it hardly took me any time at all to consider it. Because I do know.
Oliver saved my entire life. And I don't just mean literally. I know who I am, where I am, how my future's gonna turn out... and it's all thanks to Oken.
"Miley, I haven't even considered marriage. I haven't considered anything. I'm taking each day as it comes," I admitted, even though, now that she mentions it, I am thinking about all of it. And even though it never struck me before, I do sometimes think, before I go to sleep at night, that we're going to last forever.
Because we are. Hello, if we can survive a long-distance relationship like we did, we can survive anything.
"Yeah. Right," Miley sniggered. "Mrs. Lilly Oken. Lillian Oken. Oliver and Lilly Oken, and their ten kids."
I made a face. "Ten? Last time you said that, there was only five."
She shrugged. "You guys got busy."
Ugh. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."
"You just did," Miley said, and tilted her head back again, closing her eyes.
I sat there, staring at her, my arms folded, trying to think of a good comeback line. Some things never change. Like my ability to come up with a snappy response to things.
"Back!" A voice from the door caused me to turn around, and I saw Jake standing there, Oliver behind him.
Miley sat up straight and opened her eyes. "Hi! How'd you get on?"
"Good," Jake nodded. "You?"
She looked at me, and I rolled my eyes. "I was no help."
"She was no help at all," Miley agreed.
Oliver came and sat down next to me. "I'm sure you were some help."
Miley looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "She wasn't. She didn't know the difference between white, and cream."
"You didn't?" Jake asked, sounding slightly surprised.
I turned to Oliver, who shrugged, and was glad that somebody agreed with me. And that it was the right person. I mean, Miley and Jake can be white and cream all they want, but me and Oliver, we're normal.
Or as normal as me and Oliver can be.
"Can we not talk about colours anymore?" I asked, and leant my head back, just thinking. Everything was so close to being perfect.
Miley smirked, and looked at me. "Well, shall we continue our conversation about you and Oliver and your ten - "
"Let's not!" I interrupted, hopefully before Oliver got intrigued.
"Me and Lilly and our ten what?"
Ugh. Too late.
She wasn't going to tell him, was she? No. It's Miley. She isn't that mean. She's hardly mean at all - unless Amber and Ashley are involved.
But even Jake looks interested, and I just know that if Jake asks, she'll tell them.
Jake, don't ask. Jake, don't ask...
"Oliver and Lilly's ten what?" Jake asked, falling into the seat opposite.
Ugh. Why won't this mind voodoo work on anyone?
"Oliver and Lilly's ten - " Miley began again, but I got up, and pulled on her arm.
"Miley, can I talk to you in the kitchen a minute?"
She rolled her eyes, but got up anyway, letting me pull her to the kitchen.
"Lilly, I was only having a bit of fun," Miley started.
I nodded. "I know, but knowing Oliver, he'd start to become worried."
Miley wrinkled her nose. "Why? It's not like you've - " She stopped at the look on my face, and then her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Why didn't you tell me? I told you that you were meant for each other!"
"Miley!" I hissed, and looked over to Jake and Oliver, who quickly turned their back to us, pretending that they hadn't been listening. Miley laughed a little at this, and then followed me out the back door, so that they couldn't hear us.
"Lilly, it's okay. I think he knows," Miley laughed. "I mean duh, he knows. But I can't believe you didn't tell me."
I raised my eyebrows. "I did. You were in an I-miss-Jake sulk. I assumed you didn't care, so I didn't bring it up again."
"Lilly! Of course I'd care! Now you have to tell me everything!" she squealed, not seeming to care that she was about five months late.
I wrinkled my nose. "I'd rather not thanks."
"Fine. Not now. But we have to talk about this later. I can't believe you didn't tell me like, THE BIGGEST NEWS EVER!" Miley cried. "And Oliver isn't stupid. If you guys did it the last time you saw each other - which was five months ago - if you did happen to get pregnant, I think you'd be showing by now."
True. But still.
She raised her eyebrows. "Now, even though I'm still slightly mad because you didn't tell me, can I go back in and finish my story? Because I guarantee you that the guys will still want to know what you have ten of."
Without waiting for a reply, she bounded back inside, and I followed her hastily.
"So... Lilly was telling me something mega important," Miley smiled, and sat down. "Where were we again?"
They won't remember. They're guys! They have the memory of a fish - when it comes to certain things.
"You were about to tell us what Oliver and Lilly have ten of," Jake reminded her.
Damn it.
Miley smiled at me, and then at Oliver. "Kids."
I groaned, and threw myself back on the couch next to Oliver. "It used to be five, but Miley has an overactive imagination."
"I dunno," Jake laughed. "I can see you and Oliver running around after ten mini-versions of you."
I rolled my eyes, tempted to throw a pillow in his direction. But Oliver's hand on my knee distracted me, and all thoughts of throwing a pillow at Jake were gone.
"Ten seems a bit much, right Lilly?" Oliver grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes. Again. "Just a bit."
"I want three kids," Miley piped up. "Maybe four. Not two. Because they might turn out like me and Jackson, and I want the sane child to have some sane company."
Jake looked confused. "Why would our kids turn out like you and Jackson?"
"The cursed Stewart genes," Miley shrugged. "I'll just be thankful if they don't turn out like Uncle Earl. He's - "
Both me and Oliver leaned forward, our hands out in a 'stop' motion. "No Uncle Earl stories," we said in unison.
"Oh my gosh! You guys are totally still saying stuff at the same time!" Miley smiled. "You're totally perfect for each other. I'm telling you; ten kids."
I closed my eyes, and leaned my head against Oliver's shoulder. Again with the ten kids. Ten? Ten is a big number. So not ten. Definitely not ten.
"Maybe five," Oliver said, and my eyes snapped open.
"Can you consult me before you tell me I'll be giving birth five times?" I asked, pushing Oliver lightly.
Oliver thought for a second, and then turned to me. "Lilly. We're having five kids. Mm-kay?"
I rolled my eyes, and leant my head back on his shoulder, feeling his arm go around to my shoulder. I'd missed this.
"I told'ya it would be five," Miley laughed. "Before my 'ten' theory. But with the rate that you guys are going, I think it'll be closer to ten."
I felt Oliver tense up. "What?"
"Ollie, it's just Miley being stupid," I reassured him, sure what was going through his mind. It was a stupid way of putting it. The way she said it made it sound like I was actually pregnant. Which I wasn't. Obviously.
He relaxed again. "Right. I know that."
"Well, now that we've sorted out how many kids we're all having, I need to jet over to the set. You want to come Miley?" Jake asked. "Another public viewing?"
Miley grinned, and nodded. She got up, and looked down at me and Oliver. "You guys coming?"
"No," Oliver shook his head. "Unless you want to Lilly."
"No thanks. I'm just gonna stay here. Catch up with Oliver," I told her.
She thought for a second, and then smiled, walking over to the door, Jake beside her. Then she turned back to us, and smirked.
"Don't do anything that I wouldn't." She waggled her fingers at us, and then bounced out of the door. Man, since getting engaged, she'd become a whole lot more bouncy.
I wonder if I'll be like that when I get engaged...
"Hey Lilly? As much as I love sitting here with you, want to do something?" Oliver asked, and I lifted my head from his shoulder, and looked at him. I mean, properly looked at him.
God he's cute.
"Um... like what?" I asked, a feeling I knew where this would end up. Regardless of where we planned on going, we'd end up in the same place.
He smiled at me.
God, I love that smile.
"It's a surprise."
And even though we both knew it wasn't, I got up and followed him out of the door, like I had no idea where we were headed.
Argh. I really don't like this chapter. It just seemed too random. But I needed to introduce it so that I could finish up the story how I wanted to.
Anyway. Review. And I'm going to be writing a LOT of Loliver stories, mainly because I hate how this daisy17 is telling people not to write them. Hah. In her mission to get rid of Lilly/Oliver stories, she's going to cause more.
Ironic, isn't it?
