Note: Blame writer's block and the fact that report cards came out this Friday so I needed to get my grades up. Hope you like it! Enjoy :) PS. This is my longest chapter yet! I've reached my goal of 3000 words :D

December 17th. Any previous year, if you had asked me what was so special about December 17th, I would have stared at you going "Uhh…" or probably simply walked away. Because December 17th is, in fact, not a special day—until now. Or to be more specific, it's now two months after a special day. I wonder how long I can go on speaking like this until you get it. But unfortunately, I don't have time for mind games because I need to think about the surprise Oliver holds for our little second month-aversary tonight.

Now, don't worry, I haven't turned into one of those girls that mark off the number of days until they can claim a present from their boyfriends. It's just, for once; we could not only celebrate our being together for two months, but also finally find a settled peace and agreement with every one. You'd think dating someone would concern you and that person solely, but no. There's the other best friend, and the parents, and then the rest of the school, and your neighbors, and the people that you didn't know you knew. When I hated Oliver, nobody cared; I kiss him a couple of times and I've shot off a nuclear bomb.

I can't believe it took two entire months for everyone to get to their senses. I'd come to a point where—

"Lilly, what is the quadratic equation? Lillian!"

I made my eyes zoom back in, "No—yes—what?" Obviously my brain hadn't zoomed along. The class snickered. Oh, aren't I glad for the enjoyment I provide.

A girl with so many colors in her hair, I wasn't sure how to refer to her (I think she was originally blonde?), chucked a folded piece of graph paper at me. Although slightly startled by this assault, I didn't bother ask what that was all about. 'Is my dear Lilly being inattentive? Tsk, tsk,' it read.

I dug in my pencilcase for my pen. 'Would my dear Oliver PLEASE tell me what his surprise is?' I gently tapped rainbow hair's shoulder and extended my hand with the note in it when she looked at me; "Could you?" She could and she did, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to know she wasn't happy about it. It's not like Oliver and I constantly passed notes through her in Pre-Calculus or anything of the pathetic sort...

I watched him anxiously open the note. I don't know why but while dating Oliver, I slowly grew to find more things about him to fascinate me. Like the way he opened my notes, or his facial expressions as he read them. I could have written a Shakespeare-level love poem to him and his expression wouldn't look any more—captivated. Consider it amazing, or creepy, either way I loved to watch. He glanced my way and with that never-dying pretty-boy smirk plastered on his face, he shook his head. I pretended to pout, only to have him mock my expression, so I just stuck my tongue out at him and returned to my thoughts.

So where was I? Oh right. I'd come to a point where I didn't even bother to explain to people why I suddenly changed my mind on Oliver. Because is it any of their business? Not that I know of. And either way, to tell myself the truth, I don't really know what lead to it. Maybe I never actually—

The bell rang and Oliver found himself kneeling beside me before it even finished ringing. "You need a life," I said as I took my time packing my things.

"You are my life," he ran his hand through my hair for the billionth time today—giving me that unbearable chill once again—and put his arm around my seat.

I poked him with my pen, "Don't be ridiculous."

"It's not being ridiculous if it's true." He became impatient and started putting my books in my backpack for me—forgetting my obsession with backpack organization. My room is a complete disaster but my backpack has to be in perfect order. Weird; I know.

I stopped to cringe at my backpack and then shifted to his covered eyes. "It isn't true," I said a bit sternly. He flipped his bangs over as I resumed to unpacking my backpack to repack it the correct way.

Even without peripheral vision I would know that he was still staring at me. I quickly thought of what to say to loosen him up while I slid in my last notebook. I turned to meet his eyes for barely a second, and figured I'd be better off not looking at those so instead pecked him on the lips. "What are we doing tonight?"

As I hoped, his emotionless look disappeared and he clearly showed some form of excitement. Phew. He stood up, "Lils, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Exactly! I don't enjoy surprises, and you know this," I stood up too and followed him out to our lockers.

"Nobody said you had to enjoy anything," he grinned. I groaned. He stepped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders, "Just stop worrying and trust me, will you?"

"I do trust you," I also put my hand on his shoulders, "I trust that you'll do something amazingly outrageous that I will not see coming."

He grinned, "That, my dear, is the point."

I rolled my eyes and caught Miley sneaking up behind him and motioning me to keep quiet. I kept my eyes on his until she slyly covered them, "Guess who?"

"Oh, I don't know. What girl do I know with a Southern accent? What's her name…Willie? Billie? Kelly? Millie? ..."

"Gonna-smack-you-if-you-keep-being-sarcastic-illie!" Miley stepped away and gave us each a hug. "So what's up lovebirds?" I, just as slyly, pinched her for the term. "Ouch! And I thought you were supposed to make her less violent," Miley complained to Oliver, rubbing her arm. Oh, how I'd miss those constant complaints from her.

Oliver put on his 'manly' voice. "It just so happens, that I—" I raised my eyebrows at him, and he dropped the voice. "—have absolutely no control over her whatsoever," he said quickly and then added something secretly to Miley. I smacked his arm and gave him my 'what now?' face.

Miley giggled, "Y'all have got to be the weirdest couple I know." I just smiled at myself. I guess I'd rather her think that, then hate us completely.

"Anyways, I guess we should get going now since no one wants to tell me what I'm going to be doing tonight…"

"Lils…" Oliver started.

"Oh my gosh, you guys have been dating for two months." She didn't ask it, she just kind of said it. I closed my eyes and nodded as I awaited some sarcastic comment. "Wowzers. Well then we really should get going so you can get ready for your little date!" She sang.

I laughed, "Right."

"Want a ride?" Oliver asked hopefully.

"Nope," I kissed his cheek. "I got my own ride. See ya."

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I swear my house's area is decreasing by the hour. Oliver didn't tell me when he was going to pick me up or where we were going, so Miley helped me lay out two outfits. One, specialized by Miley, was in case we were going somewhere romantic. It consisted of a navy blue sundress I didn't know I had and curling my hair. The other more relaxed outfit had my black skinny jeans with my long silver striped shirt and straightening my hair. Miley left a bit later because it was a school night and I was left to roam around my house waiting for Oliver. I called him a billion times but he only told me to wait, until he decided not to pick up at all. Where do I begin about how much I hate this?

"Lilly!" My mom bellowed for me.

I sprinted downstairs, amazed I didn't trip over the stairs. "What? Is he here? Did the bell ring and I didn't hear?"

My mom only tilted her head and smiled, "No, I only needed you to take out the trash."

I groaned, "Ugh, jerk." I grabbed the bag my mom handed me.

She grinned, "So you guys have been dating for two months, huh?"

"Yeah."

"And I only found out last month?"

"Well, uh, yeah. Because--I mean—"

"Haven't had your first kiss either, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

This conversation was getting uncomfortable. "Uh, right… I'm, uh, hoping that'll happen…uh, tonight or something." I tried not to keep any eye contact.

She chuckled, "Has anyone told you and Oliver you guys are terrible liars?"

I gave up, "How long?"

"Since that one night you showed up soaking wet—which I still don't get, by the way. I caught a glimpse of your little midnight kiss…"

"You've known all along? What's wrong with you parents? Do you have any idea how stressed out we were? I swear!" I groaned and stomped outside. Parents these days enjoy torturing their kids. Wait till I tell Oliver. If he ever shows—

I felt myself lifted off the ground and as I tried to turn to see who it was, all I encountered were soft lips. I could have immediately separated to yell at him, but I decided to drop the trash and enjoy the kiss. What can I say? He can literally sweep me away sometimes—jerk. Great-kissing jerk.

I had a feeling my mom was probably catching this, since she's so sneaky, so I untangled myself from him. I didn't even allow him a second to breath before I started. "Oliver, look around you."

He did, confused. "I can't see anything."

"Exactly because it's pitch black! Where the heck have you been?" I crossed my arms.

"Don't worry; this is all part of my plan. Now come on let's go." He took my hand.

"My mom sent me out here to throw out the trash. I think she expects me to come back in," I said picking up the bag.

"Actually, she's a little more aware of what's going on than you are," he pointed to the window where my mom was waving at us.

"Are you kidding me? Now you're in cahoots with my mother. Let me guess you also know that our parents knew we were dating since Day 1, huh?"

"Nah, I just found out from my mom too. Crazy people. Anyways, let's go," he pulled on my hand.

I pulled him back. What was his hurry? If he could make me wait six hours, he can surely wait a couple of minutes. "Oliver, I'm not dressed yet."

"You look dressed to me, and you look perfectly fine," he said convincingly.

"No, no, no, no, no. I have an entire outfit planned sir, and I will wear it. If you get to get dressed, I do too." I shoved the trash in his arms, and ran into my house. My mom said something but I couldn't catch what as I sprinted upstairs. I stood in front of my two outfits for a few seconds finally deciding on the dress (after changing my mind a couple hundred times). Eyeliner, mascara, lip-gloss, perfume—check. I carefully slipped my feet into those ridiculously high wedges from one of my Lola outfits. Okay maybe not ridiculously high, but they're not converse height that's for sure. Now my hair. If Miley were here, she'd probably tell me I was doing this all backwards. But did I care right now? No. Again I stared at both irons deciding whether I was going to stick to the original plan or not. I decided to follow it, only keeping the iron in for half the necessary time and skipping out on insane amounts of hairspray. In the end, it wasn't completely curly nor straight, more along the lines of disheveled. Oh, well.

I sprinted back downstairs, yelled something to my mom, took in a deep breath, and stepped outside. Oliver still stood where I left him, except the bag was no longer in his arms. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Final—" he looked up. I swear I could see the breath knocked out of him. "—ly. Gosh, you're selfish."

"Huh?" I was still spinning from running around, I wasn't sure if I had heard him right.

"I don't look at you enough, so now you're gluing my eyes on you."

I grinned, "Is that a compliment?"

"That and more," he took my hand and led me to his car. "Come on, gorgeous."

"So can I know what we're doing now?" I said once we were driving.

"You don't follow the news or the weather do you?"

I frowned, "Uh…no."

"Well then, sucks for you," he laughed.

"Am I supposed to get something, 'cause I don't."

He pulled up into…some building. Looked kind of familiar; considering I could barely see it. "Just wait, a few more minutes."

Finally after leading me up the stairs on the side of what was apparently the skating rink, we were on the roof. I immediately spotted a table set for two, a rose, and a picnic basket. I grinned and started to say something, but he didn't let me. Instead he lead me to the table, we both sat, and said, "Now, just wait while looking up."

"What?"

"Just do it." Geez, impatient pants. I looked up anyways.

My neck started hurting and I was about to look down when I saw a flash dash across the night sky. "What was that?"

"Wait for it…"

A couple more single dashes, and then suddenly the sky was being painted by rows of fire. I gasped, "Oh my gosh, shooting stars."

"Your wait is over. Enjoy."

"How do you even plan something like this?" I gaped at the sky.

"You watch the news." I raised my eyebrows at him. "Okay, you get your mom to watch the news and tell you a great date idea." I looked at him; he had on the widest grin possible. "Oh, there's one more thing."

"You're kidding." By now, I didn't even know what more to expect. I've heard of many cliché dates on the beach and whatnot, but none ever like this. As a matter fact, I realized each time a star shot by I was able to catch a glimpse of the beach surrounding us. I sighed in pure delight, anticipating whatever Oliver was getting out of the basket.

"Open," he said simply, after placing a small, rectangular, and wrapped object in front of me.

I did as told and found two familiar faces, covered in chocolate, staring back at me. I covered my mouth as I burst out laughing. On a mini skateboard, stood a picture frame with a picture of Oliver and I back in second grade, smiling widely, during a Halloween party. "Where did you possibly find this?"

"I've always had it," he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

I giggled, "I actually remember this day. We both got incredibly sick for a week. I swore it was somehow because of you."

He grinned and reached over the table for my hand, and we held on tightly as we watched the stars continue to race across the sky. Call it a power, but I was immediately able to tell when Oliver was gazing at me. I glanced back down at him, and although he looked like he was about to say something, he only stared back. "If I knew this dress was going to make you miss the show up there, I wouldn't have worn it," I winked.

He chuckled and shook his head, "No, I can handle it." I smiled and looked back up. I felt his hand getting clammy, so I squeezed it. "I love you," he blurted out as if the squeeze released hidden secrets.

Although my whole insides had gotten aboard a merciless roller coaster, I continued staring at the stars, almost as if I hadn't heard him but I knew he was waiting for something, anything. "Is that so?" I didn't bother ask myself why I was so badly hoping he was kidding the way we kid everyday. No, I didn't really care to know.

"Never felt surer," he smiled unsurely. Ironic, much?

I smiled too—at the sky. Now both our hands were getting clammy, so I let go to wipe mine, and then couldn't get myself to hold his again. I hoped the stars would never stop falling, giving me a reason not to be looking back at him. Of course, because I was the luckiest girl on earth, the show did stop, and I was left watching at an empty sky while an impatient boy watched me. Where's the time freeze button when you need it?

I know, I know. I make you wait centuries, give you a long chapter, only to end it like that. Sorry! I will try my best to update ASAP. The next chapter will be the third and last part (not of the story, just of all these parts). Do you still love me enough to review? Ahah. xoxCamy.