Author's Note: My favorite poet is Robert Frost so of course I had to throw a little bit of his poetry somewhere in this story. The only problem is that he has very few (if any) romantic poems. So thus the beginning of this chapter. Also I hope everyone is enjoying the couple of poems I've been putting into the story. Anyway I'm babbling on about stuff that doesn't matter. I love hearing from you, my faithful readers, so please keep the intriguing comments coming. Thank-you and happy reading.

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(September 28, 2009 Lily and Oliver: 18)

LILY: I'm sitting in English class. Mrs. Samson is writing a poem down on the black board. I look up from my notes and read it slowly. It's Blue-Butterfly Day by Robert Frost.

"It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire."

I have a book full of Frost poetry… maybe if I bring it in and show Mrs. Samson I'll get some kind of credit for being a well educated reader. I grin at the thought. I tap my pencil on the side of the desk and hum quietly. Its sixth period and I can't wait to get out of here.

My head starts hurting a little, but I dismiss it. My stomach twists up in itself. I feel sick.

"Mrs. Samson!" I shout. "Can I please go to the restroom!"

The gray haired woman turns and glares at me. "No, now sit still Miss. Truscott."

Shit, shit! I clutch my sides, I'm in pure agony! I can't vanish in the middle of class!

"Please… I…. ah Christ!" I bend over and put my head between my legs. I hear a few sinkers from my fellow classmates. I try breathing in and out slowly but my head is tingling and my eye site is getting fuzzy.

"Miss. Truscott! Contain yourself!"

I groan, this hurts! "For the love of God!" I shout standing and running out the door. I don't care about stupid Mrs. Samson. Just as I reach the bathroom door, I'm gone.

(September 28, 2011 Lily: 18/ 20)

LILY: I'm on a red rug. It's nice and cozy. Standing up I cover my chest and look around. The apartment is very small. It consists of a couch/bed and there is a tiny refrigerator off to the side. There are exactly two windows and I see another door that leads to the bathroom.

It's a warm and full of bookcases that are stuffed with novels. I fumble through a dresser and find a cute top and pants. This must be my apartment. Who else has this great sense of style? The door opens.

An older me is carrying a grocery bag and humming.

"Hey me!" I wave.

"Jesus!" She shouts dropping her bag. "Don't scare me like that." I help her pick things up and put it all away. There's bottled water, toilet paper, apples, toothpaste, condoms, fruit snacks, bread… Hold the phone! Condoms? I've got a man!

I hold the blue box up to the older me and she blushes. "Sorry." She mutters taking them away from me. "You weren't supposed to see that, not good for your young eyes."

I snort. "I'm not that young."

She takes a moment and looks me up and down. "You're… eighteen right?"

"Wow, I've got skills." I smile at her.

We share a laugh and suddenly the door bursts open. "Ok Lily! I got your message!"

The two of us turn around and older Oliver is standing with us. He looks good in his tight dark blue t-shirt.

"Whoa." He says stopping and staring at us. "So… you're Lily from what?"

"The past." I sigh putting the bread away. "So we're still friends in the future?" I ask getting excited.

Older me and Oliver share a smirk. "Oui, very good… friends." Oliver smiles walking over to future me and kissing her on the cheek. I stop dead in my tracks.

"No way!" I bounce happily. "We get… I mean you and me… No way!"

I'm so happy! I'm light as air! I'm… disappearing.

(September 28, 2009 Lily and Oliver: 18)

OLIVER: I feel bad for Lily. I watched her almost faint here in class and I had to do everything in power to stay in my seat and not run to her. It's hard being around her now that I know her dark secret. I want for her to let me in, that or kiss me.

The future Lily did say it would happen around now. I'm still waiting and debating weather or not I should just make the first move, but then that might change the course of history. I really don't want to mess anything up.

Mrs. Samson is at her desk writing up a report on Lily for leaving the class when not permitted. If she only knew. The classroom door opens and a happy Lily skips inside. She winks at me and smiles. I blush and stare at my shoes.

A few students begin whispering and pointing but Lily simply sits down, ignoring everyone.

"There you are! Miss. Truscott I'm sending you to the principal's office. Mr. Oken, if you would, walk her down to the front office. I know that Miss. Truscott has a knack for disappearing on school grounds."

Lily and I chuckle, disappearing is right. I take the blue slip from Mrs. Samson and Lily and I walk out.

"You ok?" I ask once we're out of the classroom.

"Never better." She grins at me.

I feel my heart skip a beat and I quickly curse my shyness. As we walk down the hall in silence I feel Lily reach for my hand. I let her take it and soon we're both smiling like a couple of idiots.

I'm not sure where this whole hand holding thing leaves us but I'm just going to enjoy the sensation as long as I can.

LILY: Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, I can't help but shiver a little whenever his name is mentioned. I love his goofy grin and deep laugh. I like his hands, their warm and hold promises.

It doesn't matter that I'm getting sent to the principal's office for the third time this week because I'm holding his hand with the reassurance that he will always be here. And that he understands my disability.

As we enter the office Oliver drops off the slip. He squeezes my hand tightly and whispers, "Good luck."

"Ah yes, Miss. Truscott." Principal Ernest smiles as I sit down. "What is it this time?"

"I had to use the restroom and Mrs. Samson refused my request so I left."

Mr. Ernest strokes his mustache and sighs. "You know I have to give you detention for this?"

"I understand." I say calmly. I've had detentions so many times through out my high school years that is doesn't bother me anymore. Ah the fall back on being a time traveler, tisk, tisk.

I walk out of the office just as the end of the day school bell rings. I find Oliver sitting on a bench outside of the office.

"You waited?"

"Of course!" He smiles getting up. "I wanted to know the verdict."

"Detention, as usual."

We begin walking to our lockers. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and takes mine. I shudder with a girlish delight.

"Hey y'all!" Miley smiles running up to us. We quickly let go of each other's hands. "I heard you got in trouble again Lily! What's going on with you?"

I shrug. "Mrs. Samson is just a jerk."

Oliver laughs as Miley frowns. "She's your teacher."

"Oh please, for once try not to be the better person." I tell Miley as I grab my books. "Well I'm off to room 254."

I leave Miley and Oliver and walk off by myself, down the deserted hallway…

OLIVER: I say good bye to Miley and hang around the school's court yard for a little while. I want to wait for Lily. I want to walk home with her. My car is currently in the repair shop, it's what I get from trying to teach my younger sister to drive.

I plant myself on a picnic table and pull out my school work. There's math, English, French, time to get started. An hour or so later I spot Lily trudging out of the front of the school. She looks a little sad and her hair is falling out of her pony tail.

"Hey Lily!" I quickly throw my things inside my back and chase after her.

"You're still here?"

I nod and try to hide a blush creeping up my cheeks. When the hell did I become so whipped? "Is that a bad thing?"

"No way! I love having your company."

We start down the sidewalk. I tell her about my day. I tell her about the French exam I most likely failed and about the history paper I have to write. As I'm about to ask her about her day she kisses me.

I stop dead in my tracks and pull her closer. My backpack is long forgotten, lying on the ground. I wrap my arms around her; I've waited a year for this I'm not going to pull away too quickly.

She smiles against my lips and I realize just how good she tastes. Like strawberries, fresh and sweet. My hands roam up to her hair; I pull her pony tail out and her blonde locks fall down.

The world is spinning and moving but we are so still. I love her, I love her. Lily is the first to pull away.

"I just… I just wanted to know what it would be like." She blushes, looking away.

"Did I ever mention I love you curiosity?"

"Well curiosity killed the cat." She replies lamely. I don't care I kiss her again. I know she will be my last kiss. She will be the woman of my present and future. And suddenly I can't wait.

LILY: "So does this mean you're my boyfriend?" I ask him as we walk to our neighborhood hand in hand.

"Only if you'll be my girlfriend." Oliver answers.

"Deal!" I smile and we do out secret handshake that we've had ever since we were kids. I kiss him again and walk inside my front door. It's strange, love is a strange thing I feel light, airy maybe. I walk into my kitchen humming and find my mother flipping through her magazine.

"Lovely day isn't it?" I sigh dreamily.

"Lily? This can't be my Lily?" Mom teases. "Oh! Marty called, he's going to bring a girl home this weekend. I can't wait to meet her!"

I roll me eyes. "She's probably a flake like the rest of them."

Mom scowls. "You have to promise to be nice. Her name is Sherri Miller."

"Flake!"

"Lily!"

"… Sorry."

"Anything interesting happen at school today? Other then getting detention." She asks.

"Hey! I was traveling and Mrs. Samson wouldn't let me leave the room. I'm not about to have the entire student body know my secret… and well not that it's a big deal or anything… but uhh…" I can't help it I'm blushing. "Oliver and I are a 'thing' now."

My mother drops her magazine.

"Now don't go nuts mom."

She stands up from the table her eyes huge and mouth wide open, wait for it…. Wait for it.

"OH MY GOD!" She squeals. "This is so exciting! I knew you two would come to your senses sooner or later!"

Soon my mother is dragging me around the kitchen table. She is singing and smiling. We dance around the kitchen laughing until my dad finds us.

(September 30, 2009 Lily and Oliver: 18)

OLIVER: Lily has asked me to meet her down by the beach. I arrive a little late (damn traffic) and find her lying on a purple towel.

"Hey." I smile plopping down next to her. I lean in to kiss her and she pulls back. Oh man.

"Oliver I have something very important to discuss with you." She's using her serious tone and face. I sit up straighter and nod for her to go on.

"This will affect our relationship greatly."

I wait, knowing what's coming.

"I well this is going to sound crazy but I can travel… through time. I'm a time traveler."

I take her hands and smile warmly at her as the sun sets into the purple sky. "I know."

"You what?" She frowns letting my hands go.

"I've know for a really long time now."

"How?"

"You came to me last year and told me yourself."

"Huh?"

"You basically fell into my bed naked and told me, you were thirty five by the way, that you could time travel."

Lily is silent for a minute. "So that means your ok with this? This means you still want to be with me?"

"Through thick and thin." I say and kiss her cheek.

"… Did I look good at thirty five?"

I laugh. "You looked wonderful… very sexy."

"Well alright!" Lily cheers and kisses me.

(November 3, 2009 Lily and Oliver: 18)

LILY: Normally when a couple begins dating they go out and talk about each other's interests. They try to see if they are compatible and if there's any chemistry. But Oliver and I have known each other for eighteen years. We already know everything about each other. So we spend most of our time discovering each other's lips, necks, ears…

So fair the experimentation is going quiet well.

Miley seems fine with our relationship. I told her right after Oliver and I came to our parents, they reacted almost the same way my mother did. So far we've kept it low key. Things are mostly the same, except the hand holding when walking to class. But mostly we don't like public displays of affection. We usually just make-out in the janitor's closet before and after classes.

Oliver and I are a very non conventional couple. We aren't cute like Jake and Miley who have been going out for what seems like forever. We are the down to earth couple who do whatever and say whatever. We are comfortable with each other and that's the only way I'd have it.

I'm standing back stage cheering Hannah on as Oliver stuffs his face with the buffet.

"Hey come on Oliver leave some for the people who are actually working tonight." I say turning to him with my hands on my hips.

"Sorry, free food is just a little too good to pass up." He says putting down the chocolate cookie.

"Hey guys!" We both look and see Jake running up to us.

"Great." We sigh together.

"So how's Hannah doing tonight?"

"Fine." I sigh looking at my watch. I like Jake he's cool it's just that he has a tendency to random on and on about how great Miley and his relationship is and how 'totally and completely in love they are.' It's enough to make anyone who isn't a sappy romantic want to puke.

"Wow, look how great she looks tonight." Jake sighs smiling and leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, yeah she's a gem." I say. "… Hey Ollie you wanna get some air?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

"Huh? Oh! Sure thing." We walk away leaving dumb struck Ryan behind.

OLIVER: It's times like these I realize how wonderful she is. I've never felt this way about anyone else I've dated. When we kiss or touch it's like my skin catches fire. I get a weird jumpy feeling in my stomach when she laughs. I can't get enough of her, she's a drug, she's intoxicating, no memorizing.

Her purple Lola wig is getting in my way. I've got Lily pressed up against the cement wall. We are far away from everyone, there's no one around. I want to run my fingers through her blonde hair, but I don't want to blow our cover, just in case someone does happen to find us.

Instead I run my hands down her sides to her hips. Her green colored nails are digging into my head. She's gripping my hair as I hold her tighter. We are kissing and not thinking about anything else.

I concentrate on her strawberry lips. I think about her long eyelashes as they kiss my cheeks. I consider breaking away and biting her neck. My teenage urges take over and I pry my lips from hers and begin attacking her neck, her collarbone.

Everything is going so fast. We've never had control over our make-our sessions. Normally someone always finds us, but we are in a faraway dark corner. I can barely see Lily through the dim light that is shinning a little farther down the hallway. Hannah Montana's band is playing loud I can hear the screams of loyal fans.

I pull away, I have to stop. "L… Lily?"

She is breathing hard and leans her head against my chest. "Humm?"

"We should get back."

I feel her nod. "Sure just let me fix my wig and make-up." I let her go and she falls back on the wall and breaths out. "You are one hell of a kisser Somkin' Oken."

"I learn from the best." I smile.

(November 19, 2009 Oliver: 18 and Lily: 20)

OLIVER: The house is mine for the day. My parents have taken my brother and sister to the park for the afternoon. I was planning on going out with Lily but her parents told me she was gone. She disappeared early in the morning.

I'm on the couch, bored out of my skull. Miley is out with Jake and all the other kids I know are gone for the holidays. I let out a sigh and go up to my room, maybe I can start on the English report for that German poet.

Thump!

Whipping my head around I see Lily lying on the kitchen floor. I grab the blanket that is sitting on my couch and walk to her.

"Hey." I smile, not looking at her.

She takes the blanket and stands up, she smiles at me. "Hey babe."

I swallow hard. "H-Hi." I still haven't gotten use to naked Lily.

"So what's up?"

"Not much." I say quickly.

"Ok." She replies slowly giving me a funny look. "Wait Oliver you do know about my… problem right?"

"Oh! Yeah it's just umm hey let's sit on the couch."

We sit down and I stare at my feet.

"Well not that this isn't load of fun but come on! Let's do something!" Lily pouts.

I can think of at least a dozen things I wouldn't mind doing but none of them are very gentlemanly. "Sure, what do you want to do?"

Lily gives me a sly smile she scouts closer to me on the couch. My breath gets caught up in my throat. "L-Lily?"

She puts her small hand on my inner thigh. What the fu- She kisses me. I' am speechless. I grab her and pull her into my lap roughly she giggles. The brown blanket is wrapped tightly around her and I'm itching to get it off.

I put a hand on her bare shoulder and run it up her neck to play with her ear. She shivers and adjusts her position on my lap. I stop kissing her.

"We… we should stop." I say. Her legs are apart and she is leaning into me making me a little too comfortable.

"Why?" She asks her face scrunching up.

"Because… because?" Is she seriously going to make me explain?

"Oh puff so what." She says putting a hand on my belt buckle and begins to undo it.

"Lily!" I shout pushing her off of me. What the hell is she thinking!?

"Oh I'm so sorry! Oliver how old are you?" She says blushing from embarrassment.

"I'm eighteen." I mutter.

"Shit! Shit I'm really sorry I just assumed you were I mean… oh I thought you were older is all."

I give her a funny look. "How old are you?"

"Twenty." She sighs getting up off the floor and sitting next to me.

"And what were you and I doing before you time traveled." I ask carefully.

"Well I mean it's… " She is completely red. I can't help but laugh. "Anyway it was my fault I shouldn't be taking advantage of you."

"You defiantly were not taking advantage of me, really you weren't. You're very pretty Lily." I smile.

She grins in return and leans in to kiss me but stops. "Sorry I forgot."

I don't care I take her chin and bring her to me and kiss her. She sighs in my mouth and climbs back into my lap. She begins unbuttoning my shirt and I don't stop her. This Lily is new to me.

Normally my Lily would blush and turn away if anything like this stated happening. But here as a twenty year old she is taking full control. Lily's skin is as soft as I thought it would be. The blanket is down and I see everything.

I carry her to my bedroom and close the door. We are fast and slow at the same time. I'm a little clumsy and new to this ritual. But the future Lily seems perfectly happy. She smiles up at me and I kiss her cheek and tell her she is perfect.

"I love you Oliver."

"I love you too Lily."

I'm holding her closely to me and we are humming a silly tune and staring up at the ceiling. She buries her head in my chest and closes her eyes. I lean my cheek on her head. We are tangled together and then she is gone. I get up wash my sheets and take a shower. I miss her already.

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I never really planned on showing Oliver's first time but the idea hit me and I thought 'What the hell!' I would appreciate everyone's in put so leave your thoughts and have a lovely day.

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