Author's Note: I have very little confidence in my writing pieces. So I was just scared you guys would not understand the plot… Which is stupid because I feel like I insulted your intelligence. It won't happen again. (In case you guys were wondering I have always been told from all my English teachers over the years that I didn't have the writing "flare." So what I'm trying to say is that I truly appreciate everyone's words of encouragement. Thank-you.) I must give a special thank-you to CraftyNotePad who has stuck with me and given a true opinion. Whenever I see a comment from you I can't help but jump for joy.

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(May 2, 2012. Lily: 21)

LILY: I'm shaving my legs in the tub of my corner street apartment. Hannah Montana's Pumping Up the Party is blaring on my speakers. I'm singing along as I spread the white cream onto my legs. Oliver and I are going out tonight. My brand new blue dress is hanging on my closet door knob.

I'm so excited I could burst. Oliver and I have been happy and together for four years now. After I rinse my legs I skip over to the sink and brush my teeth. During the chorus of the song I feel a little light headed. Oh no! Quickly I grab onto edge of the white sink and squeeze my eyes shut.

"This can not be happen-"

(April 5, 2024 Lily: 21, Oliver 43)

LILY: I'm sprawled out on a wooden floor. I'm cold and I still have toothpaste in my mouth. I look up and try not to move. Clothes, I could use some clothes.

"Lily?"

I turn my head in the direction of my name. A boy with glasses and dark brown hair is smiling at me. I frown. "Listen kid, I could use some-"

"Clothes!" He blurts out. "I know."

Quickly he dashes away. I stay put. "I'm never listening to Pumping Up the Party again." I pout.

"Really? I always thought it was a good song."

I glance out of the corner of my eye and a middle aged woman is smiling at me with clothes in her hand.

"Here." She says handing them over. The woman turns around as I get dressed. She looks familiar. That dark curly hair? Those eyes? "Miley!" I shout as she turns around.

"Hey Lily." She laughs.

I hug her.

We smile at each other.

"What's the date?" I ask.

"April 5, 2024." She replies.

"You've got a son?" I say my eyes wide.

"Two actually and a daughter." Miley says with warm eyes.

"Really?!" I jump. "That's great! And who, might I add, is the lucky man?"

"…Jake." She blushes.

"Oh that's a relief. You two are fighting right now and it sure as hell doesn't look good." I sigh.

"I almost forgot about the argument we had." She looks deep in thought. She pears at me and smiles sadly. "I can't be selfish." She finally says. "I should take you to see Oliver, he's really missed you."

"Where have I been?" I say quickly preparing for the worst.

"Traveling as usual but this time you've been gone a while. He's very lonely."

I nod.

Miley jots Oliver, or better yet our, address down and I run out the door. Our house is just a few blocks away. Without even really reading the address I find it. It just has to be ours. It screams 'Lily and Oliver! Live here!'

But, I still look at the paper. 302 Middleton Lane it says in Miley's pretty cursive handwriting. I decide not to knock on the door, instead I creepy inside. The house is divine. There are trees outside and a short pathway leading up to the big red front door. It's old and historical and I love it.

Inside there are pictures, paintings, and bookcases. Windows take up much of the wall space and here in this time the sun is setting and the rooms are lit up with a magnificent glow.

I find Oliver sitting at the kitchen table drinking lemonade. I knock on the doorframe and his head snaps to attention.

"Lily!" He gasps jumping up and embracing me.

His hug is tight and secure. I lean into him and smile. His face is old and it looks like he's growing a beard, strange, I never really thought of him as the type of person to have one. But it looks sexy on him so I let it slide.

He pulls away and looks at me. "God, you're so beautiful." He whispers.

I can't help it, I blush and turn away.

He takes my chin and kisses my cheek. The contact is nice. His lips are hot on my cool skin. He plays with my hair for a moment, lost in his memories and my soon-to-be ones. I want to feel him again. I kiss his lips and he smiles.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me too." He says nervously.

"It doesn't matter if you're older then me Ollie, I'm quiet taken with you in any time frame."

He is pleased with my answer and kisses me fiercely. I have to wonder, how long have I been gone? The way he is pulling at me and running his hands down and down. I have to question it.

I pull away breathing hard but smiling all the same. "Well Miley did say you were lonely." I smirk.

He chuckles. "Well it's what I get for marrying you."

I stop. I've always known we get married but just hearing him say it makes me shiver with anticipation. I run a finger across his jaw line and smile easily. "You look really good." I say.

"Do I? I've been feeling very old lately, especially without you here." He kisses me quickly and pulls away.

A flame sparks within me. I want him now. His Lily is off in another time and I' am here, willing and ready. I kiss him slowly. I grab the collar of his red flannel shirt and pull him forward. We begin walking backwards. The back of my legs hit the couch.

I fall back and bring him with me. Clothes suddenly become boring and I'm just itching to get out. He reads my mind and unbuttons the blue shirt I'm wearing. I unzip his jeans and suddenly all is how it should be. Oliver and I both intertwined.

"I must be dreaming." He sighs into my hair.

"No, no." I moan into his chest, because suddenly I feel my body fading away.

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"I have to go."

"No!" His voice is fierce and scared at the same time. He grabs me by the arms and holds me. "You're here. Right here with me."

I shake my head and kiss his forehead and then I'm gone…

(May 2, 2012. Lily and Oliver: 21)

OLIVER: Lily isn't here. The sink is still running I turn the water off. I walk over to the couch and wait. I see a pretty looking blue dress hanging on the door knob of her closet.

Her green razor is on the floor. The apartment seems a little stuffy so I open a window. I collapse in an armchair and wait again. I play with a loose string that is coming out of a pillow on her armchair.

Her front door opens. In comes a very pissed looking Lily wearing an extra large t-shirt and nothing else.

"What's up?" I say casually.

"I had to steal this shirt." She says. "I got up and I was lying in an alley. Look!" She points to her skinned knees.

Quickly I run and grab her first aide kit.

"Sit!" I demand and she seats herself carefully on the couch.

I begin with spreading the alcohol over her bloody knees. I hear her in take a sharp breath at the sting.

"Where were you?"

"I was hanging out with you." She smiles.

"Really? How old was I?"

She thinks for a minute. "I think you were forty-three, and still very handsome." She adds cheekily.

"Well thank-you… so what did we do?" I look to her and see her blushing. I raise an eyebrow at her. "Lily! Gees!"

She shrugs. "What can I say; you're a very cute boy Oliver Oken."

I kiss her and we sit together on the couch and watch the sun set.

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My next chapter will be longer I promise. Things will pick up; there is a point to all of this. Time is such a confusing thing so bare with me. Leave your thoughts.

Lazy Days