Lilly's POV

Where the heck is Oliver??!! He was supposed to be here like an hour ago!! I've been stuck here by myself with people, who I don't know who the heck they are, coming up to me and saying, "Oh Lilly, look how big you've gotten!", or, "Lilly sweetie, I haven't seen you since you were a baby!". Don't you hate when old people just come up to you and start talking about random stuff that you really don't care about? Yeah, this is why I hate these parties so much. I have no clue where the heck Blake is, he probably left to go to some other party a while ago. Why can't I just sneak off too?! My parents need to start watching him, not me! Seriously, nothing I do ever goes unnoticed. But then Blake does whatever he wants and they never know.

I push my way through the screen door onto the front porch just to hear,

"Oh Lilly, I haven't seen you in years!! Look at you now!" says some brown haired lady walking towards me who, as usual, I have no clue who she is. But I just smile and wave politely, just like I've been doing for about the past hour and a half.

"I'm sure you don't remember me sweetie. I'm Mrs. Oken." Whoa. Oken?!

"Oh, so you're Oliver's mom?" I asked, trying not to sound too shocked.

"Yes. It's such a shame you and Oliver never became friends again when we moved back, you used to be such good friends! Oh look, it's Debra. I'm sorry dear, do you mind if I go catch up with her?"

"No, no! Not at all!" I probably sounded a bit too anxious. Right as she walks away I see Oliver's truck coming down the driveway. Oh my gosh, he's finally here! Yes, no more old people!! He see's me and walks straight towards me.

"I am soo sorry!! My friends dragged me to some party, there was nothing I could do about it! I sent you a text though."

"I didn't get anything" I pulled out my phone though, just to check. Sure enough, it said 1 new text message. Oops!

"Never mind. Whatever though, I'm just happy you're here now. I'm sick of people walking up to me like I remember them from 14 years ago."

"Ha. Not like the party I went to was much better. All these girl's who I don't know kept hitting on me."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you hated that"

"Nah, just tryin to make you feel better" He smiled, and I can feel my cheeks getting warm. I quickly looked around like I was looking for, umm, no there's no good excuse for this one. I probably looked like a retard. I felt him grab my hand and pull me towards one of the fields that now looked more like a parking lot.

"Oliver, where are we going?"

"I don't know, somewhere. You said you hated these parties, so I'm just tryin to get you away from it."

"But what if my parents find out?!"

"Trust me, they won't even notice you were gone."

"Fine, but we have to be back before dinner at 7." He smiled again and we both jumped in the truck. He started to speed off down the road, but then slowed down to about 25, I guess remembering what I had told him.

"So, where are we going anyways?"

"I don't know, probably somewhere off of the highway so I don't run into anyone I know."

I looked over at him and got butterfly's in my stomach. I don't know, I guess I just felt like I was kind of special to him. I mean, he left a party with his friends to come hang out with me. Now, I look over at Oliver and see him driving me somewhere, to get me away from something that I didn't like. I can't really describe it, but it just felt nice.

We ended up in some family-owned ice cream place about 10 miles from town. I ordered a peanut butter milkshake, and Oliver got some cookie dough drink thing that wasn't even on the menu, but he said he gets it every time he comes here. Which apparently, he comes here a lot. He paid for mine because I forgot to grab my purse, but he said he would have paid for it anyway. I blushed again, but I didn't even bother to look away this time, because I think he tried to do that. And again with the damn butterflies!

We ate our ice cream (or drank, whatever), then just drove around for hours, talking about everything pointless and random. We did this for about two hours, not stopping anywhere, and neither one of us wanting to go back to my house.

Around 6:15, we decided that we should probably head back to the party, because we didn't know if we would even make it back in time. I turned on the radio (I can't believe we didn't realize it was off!) and switched to the country station I always listen to.

The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get

"Yay, this is my favorite song!" Oliver just laughed and grabbed my hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. This time I didn't have butterflies. Nope, this time was more like bats or hummingbirds.

The things Ive done for foolish pride
The me thats never satisfied
The face thats in the mirror when I dont like what I see
I guess thats just the cowboy in me

We made it back for dinner in time, and he was right, my parents never knew I was gone. We had to eat dinner with our parents cause they wanted us to meet some people (ugh!), then met up again for the fireworks. We can see the fireworks that the city sets off from one of our fields, which is really nice. Everyone was either on the side of the hill or at the bottom, and Oliver and I were laying down on the flat part on the top of the hill as far away from everyone else as possible.

There's something that's been bugging me all day. I looked over at Oliver, who was laying with his hands under his head, watching the fireworks (and looking extremely cute!),

"Hey Oliver," he looked over at me, "did we know each other when we were little?"

He smiled slightly, "Yeah, we were best friends. Do you really not remember that?"

I just shook my head, still wondering how I could forget.

"We knew each other since we were babies, we were best friends until we were five." He sat up, I did the same.

"We used to do everything together, and we said we were gonna get married when we grew up." I smiled slightly at this, but there was still something I was confused about-

"Why did we stop being friends?"

He let out a small laugh, "When we were five, we got into a fight. I threw a rock at your face, and you never talked to be again."

He brought his hand up to my face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He cupped my chin and rubbed my cheek, right at the end of my jawbone.

"You still have the scar" he whispered. He didn't take his hand away, but turned my head to face him. He just stared for a minute, then started to lean in. I didn't do anything for a moment, but when I realized he was really gonna do it, I closed my eyes and felt his lips crash into mine. It was just a short sweet kiss, but when he pulled away I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. I wrapped both my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I felt his tounge run against my bottom lip and gladly granted him entrance. I could still hear the noise of the fireworks, but I couldn't tell if they were the ones going on around us, or the ones going off in my head.

Yay they're finally together!! I was soo happy to finally get to this part!! Omg has anyone seen the new HM yet?? I just saw it today. It was good, but Jake really needs to come back again!! Him and Miley are such a cute couple!!