I love you, is that okay?

"Come in!" Oliver called - as if he had to tell me to come in. We'd been walking into each other's houses since we were seven. Nobody seemed to mind. Plus his parents were obviously out. We may be nineteen, but at least we don't have to pay to live with our mom and dad.

"Hey Ollie!" I shouted, and bounded through to the living room, where Oliver was just turning off the TV. "Ooh, was that an O.C repeat?"

He rolled his eyes. "No. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

Ask me something? Oh boy. This is it. He's going to ask me to marry him. Oh my god! I'm not ready! I was supposed to look amazing and beautiful and the moment was supposed to be perfect. Why didn't I suspect this?

"Um... oh. Oh, really?" I stammered, trying to pretend I had no idea what he was talking about. While also trying to keep cool.

Oliver smiled and nodded. "Yeah. But I want to go to the beach first."

The beach. My god, how romantic! Naturally it would be.

"Okay!" I jumped up, adrenaline kicking in. He was going to ask me to marry him! In less than an hour I was going to be engaged to Oliver Oken!

He grabbed his keys off of the coffee table, and took my hand, pulling me out of the door.

It took less than ten minutes to get to the beach, and soon we were running down the sand, letting it squish under our toes. I let go of Oliver's hand, and fell onto the beach, a cloud of sand rising from where I'd collapsed. Oliver sat next to me, and we looked at each other for a second.

His shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes, but I could still see them as they stared into mine. And still, even though we'd been together about four years (okay, some of which he'd been in NY, but we were still together) when his eyes interlocked with mine, I got butterflies in my stomach, and a tingle up my spine. All of which were symptoms of love.

"Oliver? You wanted to ask me something?" I waved my hand in front of his face, and he blinked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did," Oliver said, and took my hand in his. "Lilly, you know I love you, right?"

I nodded, biting my lip.

"And you know I always will," Oliver said, looking into my eyes again, and I forced myself to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth and not the butterflies in my stomach.

"Yes. And I'll always love you," I agreed, wishing he'd hurry up. Just so that I could accept, and then we could get on with the rest of our lives. Together. Oliver and me.

Oliver grinned. "So will you move in with me? My parents have agreed to lend me some money so that we can buy a house..."

What?

"What?" I stuttered. That was what he'd wanted to ask me? Not that he wanted to marry me? Not that he wanted us to get married, and go to the furthest level possible in our relationship? He wanted me to move in with him?

Oliver looked at me strangely, as though I should be able to answer immediately. "Lilly? Will you move in with me? Buy a house? Live together?"

"What?" I repeated, and dropped his hands, getting up. "But I thought - ugh! I'm so stupid! Why did I think that? You've always said to me 'Lilly, don't jump to conclusions'. And what the hell did I do? Jump to a conclusion! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Oliver jumped up, and grabbed my hand, stopping me from hitting myself on the head with it. "Lilly, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know Oliver," I rambled.

STOP TALKING LILLY! STOP IT!

Unfortunately my mouth didn't listen to my brain.

"I just... I heard you talking to my mom and dad the other week, and you said that you loved me more than anyone and that it seemed the perfect thing to do, and with Miley and Jake all loved up and engaged, and I just assumed, and I know, I know, never assume, because you always make an ass out of yourself, but I did. Man, I'm so stupid. Why did I think that? You could have been asking any number of things, but I thought because you were talking about kids and everything... I thought... I just presumed..." I trailed off, my mouth beginning to listen to the messages of urgency that were being transmitted to it.

Oliver stood, his arms around my wrists speechless. I looked at my wrists, noticing how Oliver's hands fitted perfectly around them, locking us together temporarily.

"Oliver, please say something, because I feel as though I've just made a complete idiot out of me and you and everything that we have, and I don't want that. Please, I assumed, and it was stupid to assume, and oh my god, please don't break up with me, because I'd love to move in with you, and that's amazing... and please say something!" I rambled, my brain shutting down again.

Oliver looked at me. "You thought I was going to ask you to marry me?"

I looked up at him for a second, and then back down at my wrists. "Sort of..."

There was silence for a minute, and then one of his strong hands let go of my wrist, and tilted my head back up to face him.

"Lilly, you know I love you, right?" he said, staring into my eyes.

Deja vu much?

I nodded. "Yes. And I love you too, and I always will. You know that. We've said that. And yes, I'd love to move in with you, and I'd love to get a house and see what comes after that. I'd love to. So let's just forget that I ever said this..."

"Lilly. Shut up for one second," Oliver grinned, and I stopped speaking.

He looked around, and sighed. "I wanted to wait for the sunset. Which is in like, fifteen minutes. But you always were impatient."

What? I looked at him, confused, as he fished in his pocket and brought out a box. A velvet covered box.

Oh. My. God.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

My heart lurched as he got down on one knee in front of me, and opened it up, revealing a beautiful ring.

Oh my god!

"Lilly, you sort of spoiled it by finding out. And it was supposed to be at sunset. But whatever. Shows how things don't always go to plan, doesn't it. Anyway. Lilly, I love you. And I know it sounds cliché, but I cannot imagine being with anyone but you," Oliver started, a huge grin on his face.

I tried to stop the tears of joy from invading into my eyes, but failed.

Oliver smiled even wider at this - if that was possible. "So... with that in mind... Lilly Truscott... will you marry me?"

Update tomorrow. Although you obviously already know her answer.