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There are many ways I can tell you what happened today. It won't change anything. Everything my life stood for has been shattered to pieces. I can no longer be Lilly Truscott because Lilly Truscott would never do what I did today. Lilly Truscott never loses control, especially not in circumstances like this. Okay, I will stop talking in the third person now and tell you all about…oh my gosh, the thought of it makes me want to run and hide.

If only those dumb people at my mom's work didn't call asking her to work today. Then I would have had the car and have been able to drive to school. Then I wouldn't have had to ask Oliver for a ride after school. Then he wouldn't have been at my house after school. And I wouldn't be lying on the couch, shaking with dread of what just happened. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back up a bit.

School itself was a bore. Nothing much there. I told Miley about my little predicament with Oliver, and tried to find him during our passing periods (because I didn't have any classes with him before lunch today) but he hid from me. Yes, I am sure he was hiding, because I've involuntarily run into him too many times in my life to spend an entire morning without seeing him once.

"I was not hiding. Maybe you guys just weren't looking in the right places," he said when Miley and I cornered him at lunch.

"We stood by your locker the entire first break and you didn't even come by," I said.

"Were you that desperate?" He asked cockily. I flicked his forehead. "Hey! Either way I had taken my snack and books with me already."

"Well, you've got nowhere to run now," Miley grabbed his arm and I grabbed his shirt and we dragged him to our table.

"Talk. Now." I ordered him.

"What'd I do?" He asked naively.

I stabbed at his chest; "You promised!"

Miley nodded; "Yeah, you kinda did."

He frowned at her and then stared at me. "You told her?"

I shrugged, "Of course I did. Considering I couldn't find you anywhere! Now tell."

There's no point in continuing this conversation because we didn't get a word out of Oliver. Sneaky, lying, son of an Oliver. Then I had two classes of no importance. And then things went downhill from there but I won't ruin it for you. I'll let you figure out that disaster on your own.

"Give me a ride?" I asked Oliver after school.

"Where to?" He asked as he opened his locker.

What kind of dumb question was that? "To Australia!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

He stared at me quizzically for a second—I think he thought I was being serious—then he rolled his eyes and returned to his locker. "I'm sorry; I don't know how to get there."

"Oliver! Give me a ride home. Now." No, I did not intent on adding a 'please'.

"I'm hungry," he tried to use as an excuse.

Well that was a ridiculous excuse. "You can eat at my house, duh."

He did that quizzically-staring-at-me thing again (what was up with that?). "I guess…" he mumbled into his locker.

I frowned but then shook it off by rolled my eyes. "I'll meet you at your car."

As I made my way there, Miley popped out of nowhere. As incredibly ridiculous and cliché as that sounds, it is very true. One second everything was silent and I could only hear my thoughts, the next—"Hey Lilly!"

I nearly jumped into the wall, and then spun around. The always enthusiastic brunette stood behind me with a few decorated binders held against her chest. "Hi… You wanna warn me next time, Spazzy?"

She laughed as if I was joking. I wasn't. "Where you headed?" She walked with me as I recommenced my walk.

"Parking lot."

"You drove this morning?"

"No, my mom was called to work. Oliver's dropping me off." I said this all very monotonously. I hated useless conversations.

"Ah," a grin suddenly grew on her face, "Talking about Oliver…"

I already knew what she was talking about and didn't feel like playing games. "Nope, didn't happen."

"Are you serious? What do we need to do to that boy?"

I shrugged. "Oh well, it's not that big of a deal. It was all probably something dumb anyways, I mean, come on, it's Oliver. I'll ask him again when we get to my place, and we'll see." The conversation went silent for a bit and I took the opportunity to think about that statement. I really didn't care about what he was trying to say. But then again. If he was so badly trying to hide it from me, it was probably good and so worth my knowing.

"Why don't you come over? We can all hang out. And of course by that I mean, we hang out, and get Oliver to leave," I said once I got tired of the silence and my own thoughts.

She chuckled, "Actually I'm going to go get a manicure after school. Unless you want—"

"Never mind," I immediately interrupted her. I never liked the idea of material that isn't nail polish on my nails. And I was content with my current multi-colored arrangement.

I was soon to regret this.

She laughed again. We arrived at Oliver's car and I set my backpack down then leaned against the passenger door. She raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure that's such a good idea? We both know he's going to flip."

I shrugged, "Oh well. I'm tired."

She grinned, "You just like to make him mad."

I grinned too, "Maybe."

She laughed and shook her head. "I swear I wonder what it's like to be you. Wanting to piss off Oliver every second of every day."

"It's entertaining! You should try some time."

Just then Oliver popped out of nowhere. Honestly what was up with that today? Of course, if I had been paying attention to the school entrance I would have probably seen him because I was facing it, but at the moment I had my eyes closed as I enjoyed the warmth of the metal. Miley yelled like there was no tomorrow, and that made me jump from the car and into her. Very complicated predicament we got ourselves into, and of course Oliver found this beyond hilarious.

"That…wasn't…nice." Miley said as she caught her breath.

"That's what you get for leaning against my car," he said looking at me. "And you were an accomplice in crime," he added to Miley.

I picked up my backpack and gave Miley a hug goodbye. "Whatever Oken, just get me home."

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This was unusual. We drove in complete silence. Even the radio wasn't on. I didn't know what to think of, what to play with, or what to look at. This seriously was the weirdest ride ever.

But he finally spoke up. "You still don't think I was ever mad at you, right?"

Yay, for conversation, but boo, for the subject. Why couldn't Oliver and I talk about the stuff we used to? …What did we use to talk about? We didn't talk; we argued. I shrugged, "I don't know, were you?"

"No, Lils."

I shrugged again, "Okay then, that's settled." Silence. "That still doesn't explain your attitude."

"I told you, I'm not a morning person," he eyed the road. We waited at the stop sign for another century, which I would have usually yelled at him for but I didn't think that was such a good idea.

"I know that. But still not being a morning person is one thing. Suddenly flipping out on me, before I even get to say hi, is another. You seriously needed a chill pill."

He sighed and licked his lips, and usually when somebody does that you expect them to talk next. He didn't say a word. I would have said something about that too, but he pulled into my driveway. I got out of the car and expected him to follow suit but instead he said, "You know, I think I'll just go home. I'm sure I have some sort of food there…"

"You're coming in." This wasn't a question, it was a command.

I also soon regretted this.

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Oh, do I really have to tell this part of the story? Can I pretend it never happened, and then we all live on with our happy lives? Of course not.

Well, we ate -- in silence. We drank—in silence. And now I was leaning against my couch staring at the ground as he stood in front of me—in silence. "So…" I started.

"Huh?" I must have shattered his daydream. Gee, my bad.

"You plan to talk anytime soon or are you just going to stand there?"

"Um—"

"Because I don't know if you remember, but you did promise on the phone that you would tell me what you were talking about." Silence. "Honestly, I don't care. You should know that. I just have nothing better to bother you about."

That made him chuckle. Finally, sound from him! "Well…"

I raised my eyebrows and intensely stared at him. I know this made him nervous, which brought a grin to my face that I very hard tried to hide. "Stop that!" He exclaimed. I let myself go and burst out laughing. He stared at me, maybe as if I was insane, I don't know but when I looked back at him in a way to tell him that he should start speaking now, he just looked down.

This was getting irritating. "Oliver! I don't have all millennium, you know!"

"Your right, I'll see you tomorrow."

"What?"

"I—I'll just—Yeah, bye."

What was he saying? What kind of drugs did they give him at that hospital?? I didn't get to ask him any of these questions because he was already out the door. I groaned.

Oh well, it's not as if I really cared, right? It didn't matter, and it's not like it's going to change my life, right? I didn't get to contemplate anymore questions. I don't know why he hadn't left yet. I don't know when he made his way back inside. And hugest of all, I don't know when his lips ended up on mine.

"What…" That was supposed to be a complete sentence. I couldn't remember how to form one. And either way it wouldn't have mattered because he walked out again. "What…the heck?" I blinked and took a breath in. Okay, I was fully aware again. Oh my gosh… "Oliver!" I yelled as I ran after him.

"Oliver!" I could see he considered stopping but then decided to pretend he didn't hear me and continued to his car. "Oliver, I know you heard me!" He was stuck, so he just stood there. I waited for him to turn around but he didn't. Rodney walked by and waved, I faked a smile and walked to Oliver and forced him to face me. "What was that all about?" I hissed.

"What was what?" He said robotically.

"So how was you guys' day?" Rodney asked. Good gosh does he respect nobody's privacy?

I grabbed Oliver's arm and dragged him inside. I locked the door, so he couldn't make any more sudden escapes. "Explain yourself," I stabbed at his chest.

"For?"

"Are you kidding?" I knew he just didn't want to say it. But doesn't mean I wanted to! "You—and then you—You—You kissed me!" He just stood there uneasily. "Why?"

He looked around, and then sighed. "I felt like it."

"YOU FELT LIKE IT?" I yelled. "Are you kidding me? Do you know what the world would be like if people just did what they felt like doing? Do you know what condition you'd be in if I did what I just felt like to you?!" I clenched my fists as I ranted.

He locked his jaw and stared at me. I was too bewildered to look away so I did the same. Normally, if the world had paused right now, I would have said that things couldn't get much worst. I was wrong.

"Well, then Lilly, go ahead. Do what you feel like doing. I guess I owe you that, right?" He sounded half-mad, half-just wanting to get out of the situation (which he put himself into, might I add.)

"I…guess…" What I felt like doing. What did I feel like doing? I was soon to find out, when once again our lips were, like, together. Except this time…it was my fault. I was kissing Oliver. I. Kissing. Oliver. What on earth?? Snap out of it Lilly! But no, I just stood there, kissing him. The guy I supposedly couldn't stand. The guy I'd known my entire life. Okay, so when did he become such a good kisser? No, no, no, I did not think that. Fortunately, when I felt his hand around my waist I snapped out of it. I tried to step backwards, but there was the couch behind me, so I stepped to the side and he nearly fell over. "ISN'T THIS LIKE INSEST??" I ran my hands through my hair. I don't know why I was yelling, but as I've said before, that calms me down.

He thought about that. "We're not…related." He said this slowly as if he was almost unsure what incest meant.

"Well, we might as well be!!" I covered my face with my hands.

"Uh…"

"Just go away," I mumbled behind my hands.

"What?"

"Go. Away." I said more clearly.

"Lils…"

"LEAVE."

I covered my face again and when I was sure he was in his car and gone, I collapsed on the couch. How badly I wished for a manicure now.

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Holyy Smack, that was a long chapter! I told you the good stuff was coming. Now don't worry, this story's not ending anytime soon. Oh, no way. Hehehe, review xoxCamy