Chapter 9

The plane ride was pretty boring. And it was tiring Lilly. She snacked on chips and sipped on some Dr. Pepper and when she got tired of that, she listened to her iPod and looked at some boring traveling magazines. But finally she came across a magazine with Hannah Montana on the cover. And when she turned to the page that she figured would be all about Hannah, she realized it wasn't. The headline said, "Hannah Montana…Center of Attention, or Third Wheel? And then beneath all the text, it showed the picture of Lola and Ollie French kissing. Lilly got a jolt and a laugh out of that one. She finally got tired enough to fall asleep for the rest of the ride.

Lilly, after three hours on the plane, got off of the aircraft and stretched. She then turned on her cell phone only to find that she had twenty voice mails from a number that was none other than Miley's. She never expected anything less. She knew that Miley and Oliver were probably worried to death about her and were probably developing gray hairs and wrinkles by the second. She decided to call them.

"Hello, Lilly? Lilly! Oliver, c'mere it's Lilly.

"Oh really? Cool. I'm coming!" is what Lilly heard on the other line. So she basically explained the whole situation. Miley and Oliver were shocked that in a span of five hours Lilly went from Malibu to NY. At the end of the conversation, "Bye, baby. I'm sorry for the loss. I love you."

"Yeah Lilly, me too." joined Miley.

"Thanks. And I love you guys too." They hung up with each other and Lilly made her way to the rental car behind her parents.

Back in Malibu

Oliver decided that since there was nothing better to do, he'd chill with Miley for the whole day. After all, Lilly was hundreds of miles away from Malibu and in the middle of a family death. This was no time for phone sex.

"So Oliver. What do you feel like doing?" asked Miley.

"Talking to Lilly." replied a rather mopey Oliver. And that was so not the answer Miley was looking for.

"Well since we can't do that…" said an impatient Miley. "We could go to the beach. Or we could just…hang out on my bed." said Miley stretching out on her comforter.

"You mean like, watch a movie on your bed and that's it?" asked Oliver reluctantly.

"Um yeah. We could do that too…I guess." Of course Miley was disappointed but she couldn't let it show. She was supposed to be over it. She was supposed to be a good best friend. She was supposed to be supportive. Oliver looked through the DVDs and came across one of those sappy, comedy romance movies. It had never even been opened. Miley hadn't even watched it yet.

"Ooooo that one looks good." said Miley referring to the unopened DVD.

"Um cool. How come you've never bothered to look at it? wondered Oliver.

"I don't know. I guess I don't really like watching these kinds of movies by myself. I mean, if you don't have a boyfriend your kind of a loser watching it alone."

"Well I don't have my girlfriend right now so. I'm not single but I'm kind of a loser too." responded Oliver. They laughed and Oliver put the DVD in. It was pretty sweet. Miley and Oliver laughed and giggled with each other like normal friends did throughout the movie. But at the end, the two lovebirds finally kissed. Miley stared at Oliver. And Oliver stared at Miley. Then Oliver realized that he was in serious need of intimacy. And Miley realized that what she had been longing for was right in front of her on her bed with nothing between them but the guilt that would come after the act. So they leaned into each other and kissed. More passionately than the actors on the screen. More passionately than what Oliver had expected. More passionately than what Miley had expected. And they knew it was wrong. Bt it felt too good and too right to stop. Oliver ended up on top of Miley still kissing until they were both out of breath.

The kiss was only a kiss and it went no farther than that. But Miley's hair was in disarray; Oliver had lip gloss on his lips, and both of them were hot with wrinkles all throughout their clothes. But all they could do was lie there on Miley's bed, sprawled out, fighting for air in the stuffy room.

In New York, Lilly's POV

Hmmm. I wonder what Oliver and Lilly are doing right now. I just hope they aren't bored to death without me.