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"Oliver's off sick today," Miley told me, getting off the school bus.
"Really? He seemed ok yesterday." I said "Yeah, well he's ill now."
"Ok..."
"Hi Mrs Oken, is Oliver in?" I asked, standing at the front door of the Oken house.
"He's not well sweetie, sorry," she replied.
I slowly walked up towards the street when I heard a voice behind me and turned around.
"Lilly!" Oliver was standing at his window, looking as white as a ghost. He really wasn't well.
"Oliver?"
"Sorry Lilly, I don't feel well," he explained, " I'll see you tomorrow if I'm better."
"It's ok, " I replied, "Get better soon."
"I will, I promise."
Not having Oliver at school was hard. At lunch, Miley would not shut about how worried she was about him.
"Do you think I should call him?" she asked "No Miles, because he is probably asleep."
"But he might not be," she argued back.
"He'll be fine! Ok?" I was getting annoyed.
"That's ok for you to presume, he's not your boyfriend! You haven't been spending every class today thinking about him, worrying about if he's ok. "
Boy, was she wrong. I had been thinking about him allday, I had been worrying if he's ok, but I firgured I had to keep it all locked up inside, all my concern for him. It was like a secret side of me.
"Ok, Miles, call him." I said, giving up with the argument. Miley picked up phone and started to dial Oliver's number,
"Olliieeeeeeeeeeee? How are you baby?" her voice ran through me. I found myself rolling my eyes.
"Oh good. I just had to call, I couldn't stop worrying," she paused as he replied, "Yeah Lilly told me not to, but obviously she doesn't understand,"
Each of her words repeated in my head. She - doesn't - understand. "Yeah, obvious I love you. I know, you love me too. Yes I know. And yes, I wish we could kiss right now."
I couldn't continue to listen so I picked up my bag and left. I heard Miley calling my name but I didn't care. I didn't want to hear her 'aww are you jealous?' or her 'you'll find someone someday' talks. Yeah, I was jealous and I had found someone. Oliver.
Luckily, Miley wasn't in my last two classes. I raced home and locked myself in my room. This was my thinking space, and I had a lot to think about.
"Lilly, please come out," Oliver said from outside my door. "No." I said.
"Please?"
"Oliver, this is my thinking space..."
I loved him. I couldn't deny it any longer, neither could I hide it. I needed him but Miley had him. Like everything else she had. Oliver was my life. Nothing else mattered. Everything in the past, the answer to it all was me and Oliver, together. If he didn't love me, then at least I'd know. I was sick of only guessing, of not knowing the truth. I had to sort this out. No longer would my thinking space of a room help me. I had to get out, fix this mess. I loved Oliver.
"Lilly, nothing will be better in there. Nothing will be solved. Please, please come out. Talk to me. Tell me what is on your mind, even if it will hurt me. Tell me Lilly..."
I slowly turned the handle. I knew he was right."