a/n-sooo the stories coming to an end. im not sure how many more chapters it will last, but this isnt the last one. but the good news is, i already started writing a new story. so once this is finished, ill post the new one.

Chapter 16: Caught

"Exactly!" Miley said. I had forgotten she was still on the phone. "So Oliver, you wanted Lilly to be jealous, and Lilly, you were jealous. Am I right so far?"

"Yeah…" Oliver and I answered in unison.

"Ok, good. Now, why did you want Lilly to be jealous? Because you like her, right?"

Oliver was silent, and then spoke up. "Miley-"

"Right?"

"Well…yeah, but-"

"See! Thank-you for admitting it!" Miley yelled. Oh my gosh! He likes me! Holy crap! You have no idea how happy I am! But he said 'but'. What does that mean? Maybe he doesn't like me anymore! "Lilly, now it's your turn to admit you like him."

"Of course I like him." I admitted.

"AHHH!" Miley squealed.

"You really like me?" Oliver asked like he was shocked.

"Yes, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier." I said.

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I've liked you for the longest time!"

"I've liked you since forever!" Oliver smiled and grabbed my hand. I grinned huge.

"So are you guys going out or what?" Miley spoke up from the phone. Oliver, still smiling, shut the cell phone and tossed it to the ground.

"Lil, will you be my girlfriend?" Oliver asked in the cutest voice possible.

"Of course! You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to ask me that!"

He smiled, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. But as he pulled away from my cheek, I grabbed his face and kissed him right on the lips. My theory is, if you're gonna kiss, kiss like you mean it. He smiled as I kissed him, and he began to deepen the kiss, if you know what I mean. I leaned back, so I was now lying on my back, and Oliver was over me, still kissing.

It was the greatest moment of my life, until the most embarrassing thing happened. My dad walked down to the basement and we hadn't noticed him. Until he started yelling.

"Lillian Ann Truscott!" a/n-I made up her middle name Oliver and I jumped about 10 feet away from each other.

"Dad, I-uh-it's…" Oh crap, I'm done for.

"Oliver, I think you better go." He crossed his arms.

"I am so sorry, Mr. T."

"Now." his voice was cold. Oliver bolted up the steps and ran to his house, forgetting his backpack.

"Dad, I'm sorry." I said, but he just glared at me.

"Go to your room, now." he ordered, and I did as I was told.

I put my head into my pillow, crying of humiliation. Now everything was gonna be all awkward around my parents. And my dad was probably ready to kill Oliver. I can't even begin to imagine how Oliver must feel. My parents loved him, and now what would they think? I guess I would find out soon enough.