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Chapter Four: Just A Weed
"Miley, you're not serious, are you? Oliver's? Are you sure?" I asked excitedly yet...unhopefully. Miley was probably just making a huge mistake, and my heart just couldn't take anymore mistakes.
Miley groaned, grabbed the notes, then grabbed my arm, dragging me out of my house.
"Where are we going?" I asked, wanting to at least stop and lock my doors. "Miley! Let me lock my doors!"
Miley laughed and let go of me so I could go protect my house. I quickly locked the doors and ran back to her.
"Okay, so where are we going?"
"To my house."
I didn't understand why we were going to Miley's house, but I didn't question her. Miley had that determined look on her face. Scary.
As soon as we were in Miley's room, Miley started to rummage around in her drawers, pulling out folded pieces of paper. Notes.
"Here it is!" Miley said, coming towards me while unfolding a crumpled note.
"What is it?" I asked. I scooted over so she could sit on the bed.
"A note from Oliver!" She grabbed the Prince's note and started comparing the two. After a while, she finally said, "They're the same!"
"Really?" I grabbed the two notes and looked at them both. "Oh. My. God. They. Are."
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The next time I saw Oliver at the beach, I couldn't help but stare at him. His abs, his chest, his hair. I love his hair. It's like a fluffy pillow. I think I could just sleep on it.
Oliver caught me staring at him and said, "Lilly, what are you looking at?"
"Uh, um, I think I see some chest hair, Ollie!" I said.
He sat down next to me and said, "Really?"
"Oh, wait, I think that's just some seaweed." I loved messing with him.
"You suck, Trescott."
"What?" I got up, faking anger. "Fine, Oaken! Don't speak to me!" I walked away, joking, but the next thing Oliver did did not seem like a joke.
He lightly grabbed my wrist, spun my around, and held me close to his chest. "Don't be mad," he said in the most seductive voice I have ever heard. Ever. I just wanted to melt.
I could feel myself blushing like crazy, but I tried to make it seem like I was laughing. "You're a good actor, Oliver!" I laughed and pulled away, even though I didn't want to. I wanted him to hug me and say, "So, you wanna know who your prince is? It's me."
"Come on, there's good waves coming!" Oliver suddenly said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Let's go!"
"O-okay," I stuttered, nearly hitting myself in the head with my surfboard.
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The next day, I was sitting in front of Oliver in our English 1 class, and he was passing up his essay. I looked at the handwriting, expecting to see the Prince's. But it wasn't the Prince's. This handwriting was sloppier, it was going off the lines, the i's weren't dotted like the Prince's.
I turned around and shoved the paper in Oliver's face. "It this yours?" I asked desperately, even though I knew the answer.
Oliver chuckled a little bit and said, "Duh, Lills. It's got my name on it."
I tried to play it off, but it was so hard. "Yeah, I was just messing with you." I turned around and felt my heart break. I wonder if the people around me could hear it. It sounded worse than glass shattering.
Like silk ripping.
Like feathers being detached.
Or like...a pure love...being stolen...being stolen before it had even budded. Just a root of love. It just needed water and sun and caring. But it had been ripped out, like a weed.
My love would always be just a weed.
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I caught up with Miley at her locker and a strange noise came out. A noise that let out the disappointment and the idiocy and most of, the pain. The heart-shattering pain.
"It's not Oliver!" I cried out.
"How do you know?" Miley asked me.
I told her the story and she said, "Oh...I...honestly, Lilly, I'm so sorry. But maybe it's another sweet guy."
"But..." I started.
"But what?"
"I wanted it to be Oliver..."
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Oliver walked up to a girl with long, flowing black hair and said, "I think I should start sending the notes in my own handwriting."
The girl grabbed his shoulders and said, "No! I just need a little bit more time! Any why are you so intent on that all of a sudden?"
"Lilly saw my handwriting today. She knows it isn't the same as on the notes. I can't do that do her. Besides, how do I know you won't just let Michael hurt Lilly again?" Oliver asked, a mixed look of hatred and hurt in his eyes.
"Because I hate Michael, too," the girl said, letting go of Oliver's shoulders.
"But he's your brother."
"Yes, but I can't believe what he did to Lilly. He almost broke her," the girl said.
"Okay. But don't let Lilly see you putting the notes anywhere. Got it?"
"Duh. That's what good spies do."
"Another one tonight, okay?" Oliver said, walking away from the girl.
"Got it. 'Til next time, babe!"
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LE GASP! What had started out as a simple love story has turned into a story of deceit, hurt, and SPIES? (Lawl I'm such a loser.) I hope you guys liked this chapter!
AUTHOR HAS A QUESTION: When you guys submit documents, do the quotes and apostrophes come up as boxes? Because mine do! Can someone plesae help? I'd be sooo grateful!
-Kiso