Ahem. Sorry to keep ya waiting, but hopefully this chapter will make up for my slowness. Thanks for the reviews. Oh and I apologize in advance for the brief language in this section. Enjoy!

"Okay, kids! I just got the call that Oliver and Jake will be here in less than five minutes." Mr. Corelli said, hanging up his cell phone.

Miley and Lilly looked at each other and grinned. Oliver was coming back. And Miley had a plan, only she didn't tell Lilly about it. Lilly grabbed Miley's arm and squeezed it tightly.

"Woah, there, girlie. What did my arm do to you?" Miley asked as she pulled her friend's hand off of her wrist.

"Sorry. I'm just so excited. Oliver's okay, and he's gonna be here soon. Those few hours in the hospital when we didn't have a clue what was going on was the scariest moment of my life. I'm just glad to know that he's gonna be okay." Lilly said.

"Me too." Miley said as Lilly rested her head on Miley's shoulder.

Everyone gathered around in the lodge, all happy and optimistic. Smiling, laughing, hopefulness. It was a good feeling.

The door swung open and everyone became silent as the cold breeze rushed in. Oliver hobbled in on his crutches, with Jake closely behind.

"Oliver!" Lilly shouted. She ran over to him, and draped her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you're back." She squeezed him tightly, carefully of course, because of his crutches and cast on his arm.

"I missed you." Oliver whispered as he balanced on his good leg so he could embrace Lilly in an akward one-armed hug.

"Hey Oken." Miley said with a smile. She joined in on the hug.

"Hey Miles." Oliver replied. Miley looked over at Jake while she was a Miley sandwich between Oliver and Lilly. He had a cast on his wrist and a skin colored one on his nose, and a few stitches on his bottom lip. When he saw her looked he gave a half-hearted smile. Miley looked away quickly, trying to hold back the tears.

Lilly tossed and turned in bed that night. She kept waking up every few minutes from a nightmare. The same one, over and over. Everytime she closed her eyes she felt that same chilling sense of familiarity. But when she was awake she couldn't remember anything about it, no matter how hard she tried. She finally gave up on sleep and hopped off her bunk. She took her cell phone out of her bag and looked at the time.

"3:42." She whispered. She pulled on her sweatpants and hoodie and her heavy coat over it. She opened the door and stepped outside, her teeth chattering instantly. She quickly trudged through the rapidly piling snowbanks to the lodge. She entered, grateful to be out of the cold. "Thank God..."

"Lilly? Is that you?"

"Oliver?" Lilly flipped on the lightswitch. Sure enough, there was Oliver, laying on the couch.

"What are you doing in here?" Oliver asked as he sat up, throwing the blankets off of himself.

"Umm...I..." Lilly started, but she had trouble finishing. She suddenly felt shy and self concious.

"Couldn't sleep?" Oliver asked, hopping over to his crutches.

"Yeah." Lilly said. She watched Oliver get on his crutches, and he hit his casted arm against the hard part of his crutch. "Ouch.." he mumbled. "Mr. Corelli thought it would be a good idea to keep me and Jake seperated for a while."

"Oliver?" she asked, leaning up against the wall.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you do it?"

Oliver blushed and looked away. He laughed a little. "I was mad at Jake. He was being an ass to my two best friends. I thought he needed a smack in the face."

Lilly's face fell. Best friends? So he did it just because I'm his best friend? Nothing more? "Well, thanks Oliver. You're a great guy."

"No problem."

Lilly lingered at the door for a few moments before turning to leave.

"Lilly! Wait." Oliver said, hobbling over to her. "Let me walk you back."

"Oliver, you're on crutches. It's icy. You don't have too." Lilly started protesting, but in the back of her mind, there is nothing more she would have wanted.

Oliver rolled his eyes and looked at the cieling. "Huh," he said with a little laugh.

"What?" Lilly asked. She looked up too. Her heart skipped a beat. Mistletoe. "Was that there earlier?"

Oliver shook his head. "I think that is courtesy of a certain best friend of ours named Miley."

"Well, we can't go against holiday tradition, can we?" Lilly asked nervously.

"But it's not Christmas..." Oliver said with a grin.

"Just go with it." Lilly said, smaking him playfully.

The two looked at each other shyly, before Oliver leaned in and kissed her deeply.

Lilly walked back to her cabin slowly, thinking of her first real kiss, and how she would have wanted nothing more than having it with Oliver. Lilly kicked off her boots and tiptoed slowly back to her bunk. She tapped Miley on the shoulder. Miley stirrred and opened her eyes.

"What?" she grumbled.

"Thank you. From me and Oliver." Lilly grinned and climbed up to her bed.

Miley smiled. "It's about time."