A/N: Here's the fourth chapter. :DDDD Hope you like it!

Oliver, who was back at his house already, was sitting at his bed, throwing darts on the dartboard.

"Idiotic Florian. What's so good about Florian? I bet he's a whiney little bitch," the shaggy haired boy murmured to himself.

"Why, someone's a pouting baby now," Oscar Oken, Oliver's elder brother, remarked as he came into the room.

"Don't you ever knock?" Oliver asked rhetorically. "Nope, and I'm not about to do so," Oscar replied.

"What do you want?" Oliver shot at his brother, still shooting at the dartboard.

"Oliver, you like her don't you, Lily," Oscar said.

"NO!" Oliver shouted, sitting up. "Who ever said that? It's gibberish, nonsense, completely untrue! Besides, I'm dating Stacy. STACY," he emphasized.

"No use lying, or in your case, trying to lie. I know you're in love, and it should be with Lily, or I'm gonna send you to counseling right now, cause being in denial is not good," Oscar added on a light note. This made Oliver chuckle a little- his brother could be nice, sometimes.

Oliver sighed. "Yeah, it's Lily." A smile stretched across his elder brother's face and he said "I knew it." "Then why don't you suggest something instead of just standing there, gloating in my misery?" Oliver cried, exasperated.

"Well, just write her a letter, because it can be quite awkward to say it to her face," Oscar suggested, shrugging his shoulders, and went out, back to his room.

As reluctant as Oliver was, he had to admit, having such a big brother did have its advantages, like just now. Oscar's suggestion was a good and simple, Oliver had no idea why he had not taught of it before and immediately set to work, grabbing the parker pen Lily had bought for him the year before, and his notebook.

After awhile, he was done, and ripped the page out from his notebook. The letter read:

Dear Lily,

I know that after you read this, you might be really angry at me, and might never want to be my friend ever again, but I really have to get it off my chest. So here goes. I like you. Okay, 'like' is a serious understatement; I'm in love with you. There, I said, or rather, wrote, it. I don't know if you feel the same way, but no matter what, you're still my bestest best friend forever.

Love,

Oliver

Oliver stuffed it into an envelope and scribbled 'Lily' in his signature near-illegible handwriting, put it on his bed side table and went to sleep, excited for the prospects of the next day.

TOMORROW, SUNDAY

Oliver woke up bright and early, got dressed and everything, and headed to Lily's to put his letter into the Truscotts' mailbox.

He decided to take the shortcut he and Lily had discovered years back, when they were still in elementary school. It passes Stacy's house, and Oliver therefore did, that day.

Just as he was about to continue from Stacy's house, he heard some sounds coming from above. When he raised his head to see what it was, what he discovered was not exactly good for his heart. Stacy and Florian were standing by the window, kissing!

Florian had climbed up by using the vines growing on the wall of the Robinsons' house, which also lead to Stacy's room.

The 16-year-old immediately tucked himself into another corner, which was out of view from Stacy's position. After a little while, Stacy said, "Oh, Florian! Make sure you complete our plan with that wilted flower soon! I don't want to only kiss you in my bed room when my parents are asleep, behind Oliver's back."

"Don't worry, Stacy," Florian reassured Stacy. "When I dump her in front of the whole school, I'll be surprised if she doesn't move out of the country," He continued, and they snickered at the thought.

Oliver, who obviously did not want to see Lily hurt, sprinted to the Truscotts' to warn Lily about Florian.

Oliver hammered the Truscotts' doorbell furiously. Lily, who was fixing breakfast downstairs, answered the door.

"Oh, it's you, Oliver," she spit out, seething.

"Look, Lily, I'm sorry about yesterday, but there's something I've gotta tell you," he said in between panting.

"What?" Lily snapped.

"Florian is cheating on you with Stacy! He's going to dump you in front of the whole school!" Oliver told Lily

"Oliver Oken! Do you think this is funny? Why should I believe you? You should formulate your pathetic lies a little better, don't you think? Saying my boyfriend is cheating on me with your girlfriend would mean you darling Stacy was cheating on you too!" Lily shouted at Oliver.

"Why would I lie, Lily? I have known you for more than 10 years, and you believe some guy you've just known for barely 2 days instead of me? I don't even know why we're friends!" Oliver said, out of pique, though, of course he didn't mean it.

"Why we're friends, I don't know either, so maybe we shouldn't be!" Lily rebutted.

"FINE!" Oliver replied angrily; Lily had to know he did not mean it, so how could she say such a thing unless she really meant it?

"FINE!" The blonde screamed, and slammed the door in Oliver's face.

Outside of the door, Oliver tore up the letter and threw it on the floor, messaged Stacy saying he wanted a break-up, and stormed away furiously.

A/N: The plot thickens! WAHAHAHA!!! --" But I hope you enjoyed it; please review!:)