a/n-just wanted to say that once again, i def. do not think that emily/lilly is fat at all! and also, i don't think that miley would really be all up on johnny like she was in the story, i just needed to do that so i could write more about lilly and oliver. anyway, thanks again 4 the reviews, and heres chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Jenga

I don't know how long we were asleep for, but I woke up to the phone ringing.

"Hello?" Oliver answered groggily. "Hi, Mom." "I was sleeping." "No, it was a nap." "Yeah." "Went to a party." "Yeah, it was fun." "Going to the next part of the party." "No, Miley's grounded." "She stayed out too late." "Yes, just with Lilly." "Mom!" "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow night." "Love you too." "Bye." He finished his conversation, lay back down, and turned the TV on low. He then got up and got some tortilla chips and salsa, and set them on the coffee table.

Ooh, he's good. He knew I loved tortilla chips and salsa, and I've never resisted them before. I guess I could eat a few…and throw them up just like the smoothie. That would work. I shifted on the couch and pretended to 'wake up'.

"Hey, Lil," he smiled, causing me to smile too.

"Hey."

"Want some chips?"

"Sure." I took a couple and dipped them in salsa, making him grin wider. "What time is it?"

He looked at his cell phone. "Holy crap it's 5:00!"

"Are you serious? What time did we go to sleep?"

"Like, 2:00 or something. Now there's no way I'll be able to sleep tonight."

"Well, at least we'll be able to stay at the party later, without getting tired."

"True," he nodded, smiling. "So what do you wanna do now?" he grabbed another handful of tortilla chips.

Hmm…what was there to do? Miley usually came up with the ideas of what to do. I couldn't think of a single thing. Unless he wanted to play a game or something. "You wanna play a game?"

"Sure, what game?"

"Hmm…" What could we play? "What do you have?"

"Let's see." he got up to go to the games closet. "We got Clue, Life, Trouble, Chutes and Ladders, Jenga…"

"Let's play Jenga!" I tried to reach for it, but I was too short, so Oliver laughed at me.

"Why don't you get it, Lilly?" he laughed and watched as I tried to jump for it, but still couldn't reach.

"Come on, Oliver!" I whined. "Please get it?" I gave him the same puppy dog face he had given me last night.

"Fine, fine." Oliver gave in and easily reached for Jenga. We stacked up the pieces of wood and began to play. It's amazing how much fun little rectangles of wood can be.

"No, that's cheating!" I accused as Oliver pulled the wood out partly, but decided to leave that one and pull out a looser piece.

"No it's not!" Oliver laughed.

"Oliver Oscar Oken, you are a cheater!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You're just mad 'cause I'm gonna win." he teased.

"You can't win if you don't have any wood!" I laughed, grabbing the rectangles that he had pulled out.

"Give those back!" he pretended to be mad.

"Hmm…no thanks!" I started to run around the room with them, him chasing after me. Ok, so I'm a flirt. No harm done in that. "Who's the cheater now?" I said, dropping the wood and jumping onto the couch. He followed and pinned me down. Now, to anyone that didn't know what was going on, the position we were in would look kind of wrong. Actually, it'd look wrong for anyone, even if they did know what was going on.

So he was on top of me, and I was just giggling, until my phone ringing interrupted us. Oliver got off as soon as he heard the ringer. I sighed. "Hello?"

"Hey, Lilly, it's me."

"Hi, Mom." I said, watching Oliver put his shirt back on and rub his fingers through his hair.

"What are you doing?"

"Just hanging out with Oliver." I replied, and Oliver tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"Where's Miley?"

"She's grounded. Don't even ask why." Now Oliver was cracking his knuckles.

"Alright, well, your dad won't be home 'til tomorrow as you know. I'll be back in Malibu at 8:30, but then I'm going out with my friends from work. So I won't be home 'til 2-ish."

"Ok, well, I'll be at a party."

"Oh? And where is this party?"

"The beach, Mom." I said annoyed.

"How are you getting there?"

"Walking."

"How are you getting home?"

"Walking."

"You know you're not allowed to walk home in the dark by yourself."

"Mom, I'll walk with Oliver."

"Fine, when will you be home?"

"Late."

"How late?"

"I don't know, Mom!"

"I want you home by 1:00 at the latest, alright?"

"Ok, thanks."

"Ok, have fun. Don't wait up for me. Love you, bye."

"Love you too, bye." I hung up. Man, that woman can talk for hours. "Sorry about that." I said to Oliver. "She just wanted to tell me she'll be home at 2:00."

"It's Ok." Oliver answered. "I should probably clean up the jenga now."

"I'll help." I offered, and we began cleaning up the wood. I reached down to grab the last wood rectangle, but Oliver reached for it at the same time, and our hands touched. We looked up at each other, and quickly pulled our hands away.

"Sorry…" he said nervously.

"Yeah, me too." I stood up. Well that was certainly awkward.

"So…uh…you want dinner, or…or something?" he stood up too. "Ya know since no one's home at your house and I'm home alone."

"Actually, I'm not very hungry. How bout I go home and change while you eat, and I'll be back soon. Then we can just chill here 'til the party."

"Ok. Why are you changing?"

Because I don't want people seeing me in a tankini. "Oh, because I've been in the bathing suit all day and I don't really like it." I moved towards the door.

"Ok, see you soon."

"Bye," I smiled at him one last time before closing the door.