Author's Note: Oops. Thanks Lily-Jackson, I'm really sorry that I messed up. I'll make sure to double check my work more often. And no of course I'm not mad! Why would I be? You simply caught me having a "stupid moment." I'm enjoying everyone's comments but please, things will unfold in good time… at least I hope so. Anyway, I'm in the mood for some fluff! Who's with me?! … Anyone? Well whatever read on.

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(December 24, 2018 Lily and Oliver: 27)

LILY: We are packed and ready to go. Oliver starts up the car and pulls out of the driveway. We sit in silence until Oliver pulls out onto the intersection. I'm getting a little bored so I turn the radio on and Teddybear's Punkrocker is playing. I laugh and turn up the volume.

Oliver bobs his head to the music and I belt out the lyrics. "'Cuz I'm a punkrocker yes I' am!" I shake my head letting my hair down out of its bun. Oliver soon joins in and just like that it's a concert.

As the song comes to a close we hit traffic on our way to the correct exit. Oliver steps on the breaks and we sit in silence before another oldie song comes on the radio. It's Iggy Pop's Lust for Life.

"You think Miley and them will be around?" I ask tying my hair back up.

"Don't know." Oliver shrugs.

"I haven't seen them in a while… have you noticed Miley acting a little weird lately?" I say trying to keep it casual.

"Yeah, you've noticed it too?" Oliver says still looking to the road.

I nod. "But I don't know what's wrong we don't talk anymore, it's a little depressing. I miss my buddy."

"Well you always have me." Oliver smiles. I smirk and sigh dramatically. "Yeeeah, about that babe I was thinking it over, you're just not what I'm looking for in a real man." I'm playing with him, and as always Oliver goes along.

"Oh really?" He looks to me and puts his hand in between my legs. He slides it up to my thigh. I lean back in my seat, the traffic isn't moving, we have time. Oliver unbuckles his seatbelt and comes closer. We try and get comfortable, it's not working well.

I kiss him and he kisses back. Lust for Life is screaming in my ears and a question pops into my head. How in the hell are we going to keep our hands off one another my parents house? A car horn beeps and Oliver quickly sits back down and we drive on.

When we are standing at my parents front door. I look over at Oliver and realize he has lipstick all over his mouth. I quickly try and wipe it away; he kisses my fingers and gives me a heated glance. I can't help it; I'm a little turned on. I'm about to close the distance between us but my mother's answers the door with a big smile.

"Oh! You're here! Oh joy! Come in, come in!" She says bouncing with excitement.

"Hey mom." She pulls me into a great bear hug and I hug back with just as much intensity. I miss her.

After me she runs off to attack Oliver. I walk into the living room and find my father, the conservative account. He puts the paper that he was reading down and smiles up at me. His eyes are twinkling and it's now that I realize I've been away too long. He looks so old.

His hair in very thin and a light shade of gray. I bend over and hug him. When we let go he gives me a reassuring smile and I remember why I love my father so much. "So where's Marty?" I ask.

"He's got to be here somewhere." My dad sighs and standing. We walk into the hallway and I hear Marty come running down the stairs.

"Is that my little sister?!" He laughs giving me a hug. "God, it's been so long!"

"Well you know me, everywhere at once."

Marty leans against the hallway doorframe. "So where's that husband of yours?"

"Oh, probably off STUFFING HIS FACE with mom's cookies!" I shout to make sure Oliver can hear me.

A second later we hear him say, "Sorry!"

"Man! Can't believe you're still married to that donut." Marty laughs.

"Well I can't believe you're still married to that-"

"Oh Lily!"

I don't finish, Marty's wife Sherri comes down the stairs and hugs me tight. It's a little awkward with her large pregnant belly in the way… Why didn't anyone tell me I was going to be an aunt?

I glare daggers at Marty as she lets go. "It's so good to see you again Lily!" She giggles. Sherri is nice, just not my favorite person to hang with. She's so… so… oh hell she's annoying.

Oliver comes in from the kitchen holding a cookie and eating one himself. He walks over and stands next to me. "Here you go." He smiles handing me the Christmas tree cookie. I smile and kiss him on the cheek. "You the best."

Oliver takes a bow.

"Ok kids! Dinner's ready!" My mother calls from the other room. Oliver and I trail behind Marty and Sherri.

My mother, being the fabulous hostess that she is, has little seating cards set up for us. Although there are only six of us she still likes to make everything official and special. I'm seated right across from Oliver. We sit and the feast begins.

"How's the per-school class, mom?" I ask after taking a sip from my wine.

"It's going very well. The kids got together and made me cards for the holiday it was so sweet! Here I'll show you!" She quickly races out of the room and comes back with a plastic bag full of cards written on white folded paper and in crayon.

I look over the cards. I imagine the toddlers sitting at their tiny desk writing and drawing and suddenly my throat closes up. I want a baby all over again. Damn it! I nod and swallow hard. Oliver catches my eyes, I shake my head at him showing him I'm fine, don't worry.

My mother keeps smiling and takes the cards from me. I never told her about the miscarriage. She doesn't need to know; at least she's getting a grandchild from Marty and Sherri.

"So Sherri when's the baby due?" My mother asks her while digging into her roast beef.

"In two months." She smiles rubbing her stomach. "… Lily? Are you and Oliver ever planning on having children?"

Oliver chokes on his water. I cringe.

"Well… umm." Oliver begins horribly.

"We can't have children." I frown.

Sherri blushes. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"

"It's ok." I reassure her. "Really it's fine… anyway let's move on, new subject please."

OLIVER: I watch Lily as her father begins to talk about his work. I want to make sure that she's alright. She catches my eye and gives me a true smile. I relax and pick up my fork and begin eating the mashed potatoes. Yum.

Dessert is served soon afterwards. I drool over the chocolate cheesecake. If there's one thing I love about staying with Lily's parents it's her mother's cooking. I suddenly feel someone kick my leg under the table. "Ouch!" I howl. Lily laughs.

"You ok Oliver?" Lily's father asks his glasses sliding down his long nose.

"Perfectly fine sir, just hit my leg on the table leg." I glare at Lily, she keeps laughing. "Lily, my love, would you mind coming with me to the other room?" I'm staring at her.

"Pourquoi?" She asks with innocent eyes.

"Because." I frown, but my eyes are smiling. We stand and excuse ourselves from the table.

I drag Lily into the small half bathroom and close the door. As I turn around about to ask her, as politely as I can, what the hell she was doing Lily grabs me and starts kissing me… And any thought I had a second ago are gone.

I push Lily against the sink. It's times like these that I wish she wore skirts more often. The idea of pushing a black tight skirt away from her and running my hands up and up her full curvy legs makes my pants a little tight.

I suddenly have Jack Johnson's song Girl I Wanna Lay You Down running 'round and 'round my head. Lily is pulling at my nice respectable collared red shirt. She is a fierce and wild. My hands rest on her hips and quickly I put her up onto the counter, only she falls into the sink.

Lily pulls away laughing and snorting…. I'm laughing at the fact she snorted. Lily looks up at me and smiles. "I was trying to put my leg in your lap, I accidentally hit your leg, sorry about that."

I just sigh and kiss her lips quickly. "You are crazy."

"But you went along with me." Lily says.

"So there's a good possibility I'm crazy too?"

"Oui my dear oui." Lily smirks. "But at least we are crazy and together… now let's get back. I really don't want my parents to find us here." Lily jumps down out of the sink. I stand still.

"Come on babe." She says.

"You go; I need to stay here for a minute." I'm trying to think of anything but Lily. I'm trying to think of nasty and non sexy things.

"Oh." She giggles. "I'll see you in a bit then." I watch her leave and splash water in my face; this is going to be a long Christmas.

After composing myself I walk back into the dinning room. Everyone is laughing at something Marty said when I sit down. Lily gives me a playful smirk and I respond by blushing and looking at my plate.

"So how's that music store of yours?" Marty asks me.

"Business is booming! I'm ordering new supplies of records, tapes, and CD's everyday." I smile at him.

"Hum? I might have to stop by sometime, I've lost my copy of The Clash's London Calling album."

I nod. "Cool, come by any time the shop's hours are nine to eight."

LILY: After dinner Oliver and I head up to my old bedroom. I close the door and we throw our bags in the corner. I'm feeling tired all of a sudden. I collapse onto my old bed and smile. So many fond memories of high school and heated make out sessions with Oliver flout back to me.

Oliver lies down with me. I hear his breathing become regular and I know he's falling asleep. I turn my head over on the pillow to steal a glance at him. His eyes are closed and he's smiling. His hands are folding on his stomach.

I place my head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. "Merry almost Christmas." I yawn.

And we fall asleep.

(December 25, 2018 Lily and Oliver: 27)

LILY: I'm dreaming… I'm dreaming… I'm in the ocean. I'm swimming in green blue waters. I'm wearing an old Lola wig, it's pink. I have my childhood nightgown on, which I have not worn since I was four. I see a small boat coming towards me.

I try to stay above the high water and wave the boat over. As it sails closer I can Miley sitting inside it. She's smiling at me, but it's not a pretty smile. I wave at her to let me in. I can't talk I open my mouth but water only comes out. I see Oliver sitting next to her. He looks dazed and confused. I cry out but nothing comes, more water.

I'm sinking! I'm sinking! I wave both of my hands wildly. Miley walks over to Oliver, as he sits in the corner of the boat. She leans in and… and… kisses him! My blood boils! I try to swim to them, but something is pulling me down. I cry and scream and thrash the water around. But I get dragged completely under the water.

I look up to the surface and see Miley hanging over my Oliver. He looks sad and afraid. I see him talking, saying something over and over: Lily? Lily? I can't get to him! I can't save him! Oliver! Oliver! I scream but only bubbles pour from my lips…

"Lily!"

Someone is shaking me. I wake up sweating with my heart pounding. Oliver is looking at me with worried eyes and a concerned frown.

"Are you alright?" He whispers.

"… I think so." I say a little unsure. "What time is it?"

Oliver turns over and checks the clock. "About ten in the morning."

"Come on let's just get up." I sigh throwing the covers off of me.

OLIVER: I let Lily take a shower first. Normally we have a little humorous tiff about who should take a shower first, which ends with us taking one… together. But she looks a little stressed right now. I don't want to feel the wrath of Lily, especially on Christmas. But as soon as I decide this I hear a very flirty voice say, "Are you coming Ollie?"

I jump off the bed with a huge grin. God I love that woman!

The water is nice and hot, steam is rising and fogging up the mirror. I'm currently washing Lily's beautiful blonde hair; I always did have a thing for blondes. She has her eyes closed and is smiling. Merry Christmas! This is the life!

Someone bangs on the door. "Come on! Lily stop hogging the shower!"

I really hate Marty. I hear Lily groan and I know she's thinking the same. We get out and dry off. I shake my head and let all the water from my hair go in different directions. Lily squeals as it hits her. I laugh and reach for my green collared shirt.

Lily is zipping up a skirt. I smirk, remembering the bathroom incident from yesterday. Marty bangs on the door again. "Come on! I really smell!"

"Shut up Marty!" Lily yells and the leans closer to the mirror and puts red lipstick on. I brush my teeth and gargle some mouth wash. We both take a moment to look at ourselves in the mirror and then we are finished.

I open the door and Marty's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. "Ooh." He smirks. "You two… took a shower… together."

Lily looks a little pissed. "Bite me."

Marty chuckles. "I'll let Oliver over here take care of that for me."

I can't help it, I blush.

We walk downstairs and Mrs. Truscott is buzzing around the house. She's singing along with her Christmas CD's and I can't help but join in when I hear Jingle Bells, mixing it along with my own childhood version.

"Jingle Bells Batman smells Robin laid an egg!" I sing loudly, earning a good punch in the arm from Lily. But a second later I hear Lily singing. "The batmobile last its wheel and the joker ran away!"

I stick my tongue out at her as she smiles innocently. We sing together arm in arm as we walk into the kitchen.

"Please sing another song!" Marty whines coming down the stairs.

"That was a mighty fast shower." Mrs. Truscott frowns at her son. He shrugs.

Lily and I continue humming, earning us a death glare from hormonal Sherri and annoying Marty.

"Fine." Lily sighs. She is quiet for a minute before belting out Lovefool by the cardigans. "Love me! Love me! Say that you love me!" She laughs stealing a few flirty glances at me.

Later we open presents around a small tree. Wrapping paper is everywhere! Mr. Truscott brings out the garbage can as the paper piles up. The little kid in me wants to jump under the pile and throw it everywhere like fall leaves… but I resist the urge.

I have Lily's real present to open later, when we're in private. Although I've grown up with this family, I still feel a little awkward around them, since I'm married to their daughter. My parents are coming later for dinner, last year Lily and I spent Christmas with them. We like to mix everything up. One year here another there.

Lily and I are sitting Indian style on the floor, like little kids, as we watch everyone open their gifts. I don't think me or Lily will ever really truly grow up.

"Ok, ok! One more picture!" Mrs. Truscott bounces holding a camera.

I watch Lily groan but she nods and her mother starts flashing the camera like mad. There's a few of me and Lily lying under the tree. Some of Marty and Sherri laughing. Different poses, different moments.

"Oh nuts! I'm out of film." Mrs. Truscott frowns.

"Yes!" Lily cheers.

I pull Lily aside. "Come on, I've got something for you."

We walk down the hall to her father's study. I close the door.

"You know if you wanted to ravish me we could have just gone to my room." Lily winks at me.

"No, no I've got a present for you."

"Oh." She says. "I've got one for you too." She runs out to get it and I wait holding the small blue wrapped object in my hands.

She comes back in a moment later and closes the door. She's holding a small black box. We stand in front of one another not sure who should go first.

"Well here." Lily says finally, handing the box to me. I put hers down "It's a little weird but I found and thought about…."

I'm not listening as Lily babbles on and on. I open the box and a small golden pocket watch is what I find.

"Turn it over." Lily smiles. I do and I see engraved in the back this: Time means nothing.

I laugh at the irony and realize it's a pure Lily gift, silly and deep all at the same time. "I love it." I tell her and she smiles, her nervousness fading.

"Well here's yours." I say.

She takes it from me and opens it slowly. Her smile widens at my humble gift. It's a snow globe. I remember a few weeks back when it caught her eye one afternoon when we were out. She went into this long story about when she was little and how she got one from a relative. (Lily's aunt, whom she was very close to until she past away years back from different causes.)

Anyway, Lily was infatuated with snow globes and thus why I bought her one, the exact one from the thrift shop. "You remembered." She laughs shaking it and watching the snow fall over the small village in the glass ball.

"Of course." I say.

She places it down and kisses me. I kiss back with a little more heat. Soon we're on the leather couch pulling at one another's clothes and kissing fiercely. And this time Lily's wearing a skirt. I push it up fast and let my hands roam her legs.

She moans in my ear and suddenly I wish we were upstairs in her room. I pull back and shake my head. "We should get back." I say getting up.

"No, no stay here. I'm sure my brother and Sherri can hold my parents off." Lily says quickly before pulling me back down to her and kissing me. I run my hand up the back of her tight red blouse. Her skin is smooth and a pleasure to touch.

This time I pull away with more force. I'm the man damn it! "Lily I really can't… not in your dad's office… believe me I want to. Christ, I really want to but not here. It's a little too weird."

Lily sighs and sits up. "Fine." She grumbles. I watch her fix her hair and pick up her present.

"Ready?" She asks.

I get my watch and place it in my pocket. "Sure thing."

LILY: I can't help it, really I can't. Is it my fault I have a rather healthy sexual appetite? Nope, nope. But Oliver's right, not in my dad's office. Later, we're seated back at the table with Oliver's parents. They're a funny bunch. His older brother and younger sister and here too. I've always liked them a little better then Marty.

My mom had to bring out extra chairs and everything to fit all of Oliver's siblings and their spouses at the table, not to mention their kids. But as always my mother loved every second of it. She thrives off social gatherings.

Oliver and I kept to ourselves for most of the night. I was really waiting for everyone to head home so Oliver and I could sneak up into my room and do very naughty PG-13 things to one another. Once again, not my fault about the sex drive. Oh well, I'm a lost cause.

I kiss Oliver's neck as we're sitting on the living room couch. He puts his hand on my inner thigh. Mostly everyone's in the kitchen laughing and eating. I put my legs in his lap; he pulls my heels off and rubs my feet. I close my eyes. I shiver as his hands reach my ankles.

"That's the spot." I sigh as he pushes hard on my heel. He stops I open my eyes. We're three rooms away from everyone. I spread my legs apart and Oliver slides between and lies on top of me. He kisses my weak spot, behind my ear. My legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. Yes… Yes.

Happy Holidays.

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I have no idea why this chapter took so long to write. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. Also I'd like to say that Lily's dreams aren't random they foreshadow things to come. But don't take them literally, look beyond just the Miley/Oliver stuff. Anyway if anyone else realizes that I've messed things up (like dates or something) feel free to tell me. When I say leave your thoughts that means anything that happens to pop into your head while reading this… Also this is a really random question but does anyone feel weird watching the TV show after you've written a fanfic for them? Random I know but whatever. Thanks for reading, leave your thoughts.

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