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Miley can be so wonderful. There's the great advice she gives me, the way she listens to my rants, and how after staying up in her room talking until midnight she tells me, "Oh, did I mention I can't have you stay over tonight?" So now I'm driving in the middle of the night, restless. While at Miley's, I called my mom to tell her where I was so she'd have no reason to freak out. The more I approached my house, the less I wanted to be there, thus why I drove right by it. When I arrived at the 'Fatal Crosswalk' a small smile made its way across my lips. I stared straight at the house even though I technically couldn't see it in the pitch black.
I pulled up in the driveway and then crept around the house to the backyard where his window is. Now there was a tree close enough to his window that I could climb and then nicely knock but we all know that's not how it's going to go down. I glanced up and saw that his window was slightly open. "Oliver!" I hissed. "Oliver!!" What was up with him and being in bed by midnight every time I wanted to talk to him?
I looked around the yard and found a Frisbee, not your traditional pebbles, but it'll do. I flung it, and it hit the window perfectly and loudly enough to wake anyone in the room. I waited a bit and sure enough a very tired and shirtless Oliver appeared at the window. "Lilly?"
"No, the tooth fairy. Open the door, will ya?"
He frowned and slightly opened his mouth as if to say something but I could tell he was too tired to. I walked back to the front door and he opened it a few seconds later with a white shirt on inside-out. I raised my eyebrows, "Nice get up."
"Why are you here?" He whispered. I remembered that there were other people in the house besides him. People who would be very angry if their son's best friend who had nothing better to do disturbed their restricted amount of sleep.
"Why don't you let me in and you'll find out?" I smiled. He shook his head and we tiptoed up to his room (that's with him walking into the wall by the stairs first).
I sat down on the edge of his bed and he leaned against his closet facing me. "So…" he waved his hand.
"We need to talk," I stated matter-of-factly as I propped up my legs and crossed them.
He chuckled as he let himself slide down and sat with his knees up. "Yeah, let's not talk during normal hours when I'm fully awake. Midnight is just so much better!"
"Exactly," I smiled.
He rolled his eyes (or at least that's what I think he did; I could barely see him for the lights were still off and we depended on moonlight). "So what's your deal?" He yawned.
I shrugged, but not because I didn't know what to say. I let my hands slide back on the blanket to support me as I looked around the room. It felt too familiar, even in the moonlight; I'd been in here too many times for my own good. "I'm gonna be straightforward with you, and you with me," I looked back at him and inhaled, minutely enough for him not to notice, but still fulfilling. "Do you like me?"
He didn't respond for a while but then I saw the white of his teeth and guessed he was smiling. "Well it wouldn't make too much sense if I didn't like my best friend, now would it?"
I glared at him but then shook my head when I realized he couldn't see me; "Stop trying to be funny Oliver because you're not. I meant like like me. As in a…crush?" I tried not to sound hopeful—not that I was; it's just that these types of questions could make one sound hopeful.
He chuckled, and then stood up to sit beside me. "No." He didn't say this as ridicule or anything. He said it as if I'd just asked him if he spoke Chinese. He fell on his back and just as I was about to ask for some explanation he continued, "Or if you want I could let you figure that out for yourself…"
I turned to look at him, "What?"
"Well let's see," he said to his ceiling, "Do I like Lilly Truscott? The girl who for 17 years has done nothing but insult, physically hurt, make fun of, and did I mention hurt me. You know," he glanced at me, "You've said you hated me about 206 times this year. So far." I raised my eyebrows. I knew he kept count for a day but geez.
"Either way all that stuff doesn't matter to me." Short silence. "Did you know you looked gorgeous at the junior prom last year? And during the summer. On the first day of school, at the hospital, when you fell asleep on my lap, in the car after our sleepover… yesterday, today…now." He just babbled on as I sat, paralyzed, trying not look insanely startled. I remember him saying something about me looking nice at the prom but this…? I beat my incredible will to look at him and shake him out of it.
"I meant it when I said I was never mad at you. I wasn't. I was mad at myself. What kind of guy gets chills or butterflies or whatever you'd call it everytime his best friend so much as speaks? Seriously Lils, since when did you get so…" Again with this half-spoken sentence. I consider speaking up but I'm completely zoned out. Did he say butterflies? He sighs, "So irritatingly irresistible." My mouth drops a bit and I immediately shut it. The words sound weird coming from his mouth considering it's Oliver, but they sound even weirder because they're intended for me. I almost feel like asking him whom he's talking about because it couldn't be me. Right?
He sat up and I felt my whole insides churn at the fact that he was so close (even though I was fine when he was sitting there a minute ago). "So do I like you? Nah. I just kinda fell head-over-heels for you in the past year or so. Hard." He looked at me. I swore I was going to faint. "Pathetic, huh?"
I closed my eyes. Calm, Lilly, just smoothly get out of it. I turned to face him. He was a lot closer than I thought, but I still kept my cool. I half smiled, "Pretty much."
He narrowed his eyes, "What if I'm willing to take that chance?"
He looked really nice in the partial darkness, almost stunning. The moonlight gave his dark hair a velvety appearance. I thought really hard about kissing him. Really really hard. In fact I was already close enough that it would have looked like a kiss, when I changed my mind and stood up. "Oh my gosh," he groaned and fell on his back again.
"I'm sorry okay;" I said as I started pacing. A year? He's liked me for a year? Wow. Since when did I become the oblivious one? And does this mean I can't blame it on his surgery anymore?
"Did you say sorry?"
I snapped out if, "Huh?"
"You never apologize."
I ignored this. "You don't really like me," I said more for my own comfort as I sat down beside him, I'd keep pacing but I could barely see and didn't feel like running into things and making noise.
"Do you need me to spell it out for ya?"
I was getting irritated. "No need to be smooth with me smart one. Stop acting like this is some regular relationship with some random girl that you're trying to get yourself with."
"I'm not doing that. I'm very aware of the fact that I've known you my whole life. I think that may be part of it actually."
"Ugh, just shut up," I fell on my back beside him. I didn't need noise, I just needed to think.
"Fine then," he mumbled.
I didn't know what to think anymore. I came in hoping that I could come right back out with a straight answer. This answer was not straight at all. In fact, it was curvier than ever and I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't know what amazed me most: that he liked me or that he gathered the guts to unveil all secrets of his heart. He fell hard for me and thought I was gorgeous. I'd always dreamed of a guy to tell me these things. Does the fact that it was coming from Oliver make it worse…or that much better?
"Oliver…"
"Mmyeah?" I could tell he was slowly drifting away.
I squeezed his hand, which something I've done for many different reasons before but never in this circumstance. "I'll think about it," I said as reassuringly as possible.
He turned to me and frowned, "So what the heck were you doing this whole time?"
I realize that I had been quite for probably half an hour or more; "Thinking about whether I should think about it."
He shook his head. "Well then you take your precious time." With that he propped his head up and kissed my cheek.
Unlike how I would have done any other day, I didn't shove him away. Instead I found it slightly funny that he went through the trouble of shifting from his laying position to kiss my cheek, when he could have kissed my lips by only moving forward a few inches.
I smiled, that small difference made a huge difference and meant more to me than he could have probably imagined. If anything, Oliver had a way of understanding me, which was great because I don't know how I'd be able to tell anyone who gave a speech like that that I couldn't date them. "Oliver you're ridiculous," I grinned as I put my head on his shoulder.
"…Thank you?"
"You are so very welcome." Date him or not, I adored his presence more than I acknowledged.
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Why do I have a feeling some of you wanna smack Lilly right now. Hahah. Hopefully she'll get what the Loliver way is all about! Maybe..maybe not. Who knows? Oh wait, I know! How bout you review, though ;) xoxCamy