Silence filled the room as I continued looking at him. Telling someone you loved them was about ten times harder than I ever realized it was. Especially when the person you had just said it to wasn't saying anything back. "Oliver...?"

"You shouldn't have said that to me. You're dating Shawn."

My heart broke. Out of all the things he could have said to me right now he had to say that. "That's all you have to say..."

"You don't tell someone you love them, when you, yourself are dating someone else."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I had just finished laying my heart out on the line, telling him something that I had been feeling for so long, but had never had the guts to say. "I can't believe you. Even at a moment like this, you somehow change everything into something horrible."

"You're dating someone else..."

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!" He looked at me, his face not changing, I assumed he was expecting for me to yell at him now. "Part of the reason I'm dating him is because you told me to..." And I looked at the ground.

"You, what?"

"That's not the whole reason I'm dating him..." I looked back at him. "But it's definitely the one thing that pushed me over the edge in my decision. Is that you wanted me to, and you got so excited for me when I got on the subject of him. I did it, because it made you happy."

"It made me happy for you." He grabbed both of my hands with his. "I wanted you to be happy... with someone other than me."

I looked down at our hands, entangled in each other, we had never done anything like this. "Oliver..." And right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

"I have to go." He said, standing up.

"What?" I stood up with him. "Just like that, you have to go?"

"Not just like that... I have something to do..."

"Why would you plan something else when we were doing this talk?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, and avoided eye contact with me.

"Oliver." I began to become suspicious, why wasn't he looking at me? "Where are you going exactly?"

He sighed, and looked at me. "On a date." My heart broke.

"A date?"

"I'm sorry." And he gave me a long hug before leaving my room, and then my house.

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Two days later, I sat in my room, wondering. Oliver left my house that day to go on a date. I sighed, and turned my music up even louder, hoping to drown out the sound of my own heart loudly beating.

"Let's go somewhere." Miley shouted, smiling at me. Oh right, I guess I forgot she was there, myself.

"I don't want to." I whispered, but she was still able to see what I was saying.

Miley grabbed the remote I had for the music from me, and turned it down. "What was the point of having me over if all you're gonna do is sit here and mope? Come on, let's go do something to distract you."

"Like what?"

"Let's go out to eat, or go shopping, or do something."

"I don't care. I just kinda want to stay here, and..."

"...sit exactly where he sat two days ago?"

I looked up at her, I don't know how, but somehow she knew the exact reason I was sitting on this couch instead of laying on my bed. "How did you know...?"

"I just assumed, and I was completely right. Come on," She stood up, and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me off the couch, "let me drive you somewhere."

"Fine." I sighed, finally getting up.

The drive to what ended up being the mall was filled with blasted music, and the discussion of the school year finally ending within a couple of months. But once we got there we began walking around, where I let Miley decide where we would go, seeing as I didn't care in the least.

"Lilly?" I hear as we're walking around, and I turn around to see Martin, the guy I had picked over Oliver two years ago. Which was the last time I had seen him.

My heart stopped as I looked at him. His hair had grown grossly long, but other than that, nothing about him had changed. "Martin? What are you doing at the mall? This place so isn't your type of thing."

He smiled at me, like the creeper he was. "I just decided to come. I pick a good time, didn't I?"

I tried to hide my disgusted feeling, "I suppose so."

"May I join you two?" He asked.

I looked over at Miley, with a look that begged for help. So she started the quest of saving me, "Well... you could... but my brother just died. So I kinda need to be with just her." And her fake crying began, which she had always been so good at.

"Oh." He started, looking at her worried. "Well I completely understand. I'll just text you Lilly."

"Please don't." I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"Yeah, text me." I smiled, and turned around on the spot, pretending to sooth Miley after the fake death of Jackson. "What was that?" I asked, when we were far out of reach of Martin.

"We had to get rid of him somehow."

"But apparently now Jackson's dead."

She laughed. "It was the first thing I could think of."

I laughed too, forgetting the main reason we really went to the mall. That was until I saw Oliver in the food court. He was with a girl that I had never liked. Actually, without getting too mean, I kinda hated her. I had never seen why anyone was friends with her, and I couldn't believe Oliver was hanging out with her. And then, a kiss. My heart dropped, did they really just kiss? And right as they pulled apart from their kiss, two things happened. His gaze from her changed right to me, and Miley grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the sight.