Note: Sorry this took so long! I moved, and had a little bit of writer's block :S. Anywho hope you like it, and don't worry the next chapter's done and'll be up soon :)

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Oliver woke up horrified. Tomorrow was 'D-day' and his D-dream was a complete D-saster! He had to laugh at himself for that last one. He somehow managed to be a dork at any given moment; including 7am.

'Why d'you always have to try and be so complicated...' his phone rang.

He groaned. He patted his side table until he hit his cell phone. "What?" he spat into the phone. He wasn't a morning person. At all.

Lilly ignored his rude 'hello', "You better be outside in like 2 seconds."

"Why?" Oliver yawned.

"Because it's 8am, and I do not feel like sprinting to school today."

"Uh, it's seven."

"Uh, it's eight."

"What are you on?" he looked at his clock, "It is exactly 7:00."

"Actually, it's exactly 8:00. Look at another clock, I think your alarm clock's flippin' out."

Oliver looked at the time on his cell. It read 8:01 am, "What kind of sick joke is this?"

"The type that's going to turn into murder if you make me late to school again. Now hurry up!" She hung up. Oliver groaned, lay back down, and closed his eyes.

What felt like a few seconds later -- but was really 10 minutes—he was woken up by ice cold water splashed on his face.

"WHAT THE HECK?!!" Oliver yelled as he wiped his face and looked at his assaulter. "Lillian Truscott! What. The. Heck!"

"Oliver Oken! Get. To. School." she yelled back, and walked out. He dropped his head bacon his pillow when she got out but jerked back up when she kicked his door yelling, "NOW, not tomorrow!"

"Okay, mother!" he muttered back.

A few minutes later Oliver walked out dressed and ready to go, but his exhaustion and crankiness still obvious, "What kind of person bursts into their best friend's room, and dumps ice cold water on them?" He said as they skated out. Lilly rolled her eyes. Oliver went on, "What were you thinking? Were you thinking?"

Lilly sighed. She knew he wouldn't shut up until she gave him an answer, "I wanted to see how cute my bestie looked asleep." Oliver glared at her as she tried her hardest not to burst out laughing. Then again, she wasn't completely lying. She had caught herself staring at him sleeping for longer than need before traumatizing him.

Suddenly, her skateboard ran into a rock knocking her off and she landed on her ankle, "OW! Ow, ow, owww!"

Oliver turned around, "Oh gee, Lilly you alright? What happened?"

"Well, skateboard met rock, Lilly met sidewalk", Lilly whined.

Oliver chuckled, "Can you walk on or do you want me to carry you?"

"Nah, I'm fine," she attempted to stand, "Holy crud my ankle!"

"I think you twisted it," Oliver figured after she yelled when he touched it, "My piggy-back offer's up still up." He carefully got her up, crouched down, and let her hop on to his back. "Oh gee, my back!" Oliver jokingly grunted. Lilly flicked the back of his head. Lilly holding both skateboards, Oliver walked to school.

"Crap!" Lilly exclaimed.

"What?" Oliver asked.

"I'm gonna miss the dance tomorrow because I'm gonna be in the hospital all day!"

Oliver laughed, "You are not going to the hospital, Lilly, you have a sprained ankle."

"I'm probably gonna need crutches!" Lilly continued deep in thought.

"Or some ice!" Oliver said sarcastically.

Lilly gasped, "Or a wheelchair." She screeched.

Oliver burst out laughing, "Oh dramatic Lilly" He tried to raise her spirit by adding, "Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?"

Lilly snapped out of it and grinned. She sang, "I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated! Life's like this you…"

They sang together, "And you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it. No, no, NO!" They finished at the top of their lungs.

"That…was scary," Oliver turned around and there was Miley. As a matter of fact, they were so into their singing they hadn't realized they were in front of the school, and most eyes were on them. "For the sake of all listeners, please never do that again," Miley joked rubbing her temples. Oliver blushed, and Lilly hid her face in his neck making him blush even more. He was a freakin' tomato! "So…" Miley looked at them curiously as they walked in, "Do I wanna ask?"

"I totally murdered my leg," Lilly replied.

"In other words, she sprained her ankle," Oliver explained, "I'll be a little late to class I'm gonna bring her to the nurse. Tell Ms. Kunckle…something."

Miley laughed, "Gee, that's helpful." She took their skateboards and headed to class.

"You know you don't really have to carry me if you don't want to," Lilly said. Shoot, why did I say that, she thought, now he's gonna dump me and leave.

Oliver sighed, "Lilly, I don't mind carrying you, really. Matter of fact I want to. I'm not gonna make you hop everywhere!"

Lilly bit her lip and smiled so widely she was afraid she might have deformed her face. She was glad Oliver couldn't see her, "Thanks."

"Although, that'd be pretty funny to watch," he chuckled, "Too bad I'm not as cruel as you."

"Ouch! I would not do that to you!"

"Yuh-huh! You poured ice cold water on me!" Oliver complained. Again.

"Wow, what does that even have to do with broken ankles?"

Lilly laughed as they entered the nurse's room.

"Oh, so much!" Oliver whispered. She giggled.

"I so can't wait for tomorrow!" Miley shrieked. The trio was going to her house as they did every Friday after-school. Except this time Lilly's transportation was on Oliver's back. Miley noticed this and said, "I thought the nurse said your ankle was fine."

"She did but…" Lilly started.

"We don't want clumsy here to mess it up again and miss the dance," Oliver said.

"Talking about the dance--," Lilly said.

"As you two have been for the last week?" Oliver interrupted.

Lilly rolled her eyes, "You never told us what you were going as!"

"That, is for me to know, and for it to torture you," Oliver answered.

"Well, I know that Jake's going to go as my prince charming," Miley grinned, "Aah! Now I really can't wait!"

At her house, they watched a couple of movies then Oliver went home a little early to "prepare his costume". The truth was he had absolutely no idea what he planned on wearing. The more he thought about it the more he wondered why he wanted to go the dance anyways. Then he remembered: it was because Lilly was going to be his date. He grinned; he only wanted to go because he wanted to spend time with Lilly…so why did it have to be in a poorly decorated gym, full of teacher and students in corny costumes? He stopped in his driveway, and called someone. When he hung up he turned around and ran to Lilly's house, he had just gotten a super idea. If it worked.

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