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Chapter 11 My Lily Pad

I'd never been so happy. No, I wasn't just happy anymore, I was ecstatic! It felt as if I'd started taking meth. But in a happier, prettier way. I could do anything.

After all, I had kissed Oliver. I reminded myself over and over again in my head, sometimes even out-loud.

Right now was one of those moments. It was Sunday afternoon, nearly two days after it had happened. I grinned at the memory, of my hands in his hair, and his arms around my waist.

Ollie was a gentleman, and left after he kissed me. Oh, how I wished he had stayed!

But Oliver knew, I wasn't as much as a lady as Miley was.

Screw Catholicism, if the opportunity comes around, why not have a good screw?

Maybe it was the hormones thinking for me. But I was too happy to even think about the fact I was being a pervert.

Oh well.

Then the thought came back:

I had kissed Oliver.

"I kissed Oliver!" I screamed, jumping onto my bed and collapsing with my cell-phone. My finger trailed automatically to number 1 speed-dial. I had to tell Miley, after all, she was my best friend. I brought the antenna to my lip. And pondered the idea:

She did wait to tell me about "Hannah"-- I guess she could wait until tomorrow...

I smiled to myself, that is, of course, until I heard those footsteps on the stairs.

"Lily Pad?" My dad's voice entered the room, followed by him.

Opps!

I have to start being quieter! "Yeah Daddy?" I grinned innocently.

"What did you just scream loud enough for the whole block to hear?"

"I kissed Oliver?" I replied in a small voice. I prepared myself for the worst. Daddy had never liked boys...

"Good, it's about time!"

"What the-"

He might of been cool about Ollie, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna listen to me curse. "Lillian, I'm not that cool," I smiled, wrinkling my nose. Oh god! I love him so god damn much!

Before I could reply, he spoke once more and left the room, "Now try to quiet down,"

"Yes, Daddy!" I shouted at his retreating figure. I pursed my lips, before shouting again at the top of my lungs: "I kissed Oliver Oken!!!!"

"Yeah and I'll slap you silly if you don't shut your mouth! It's twelve a.m.! Go to bed!"

"Goodnight, Daddy!" I giggled, before pulling the blankets up to my chin.

I heard him sigh, from the hallway, and I knew he was wondering how I could have grown up so fast. "Goodnight, my Lily Pad."

My dad woke me up at 6:00, like always, and I laid in bed until 6:30, like usual. My mom was working the night shift, once again, and like normal it would turn into the day shift.

Everything was the same at the Truscott house... except for the fact I wasn't a lip-virgin anymore.

Of course though, I was filled with a new energy, one, I hadn't had before I had "run" to "second base" with Oliver; one that I hadn't had before I knew about Candace; one I hadn't even had before I knew my mom was sick.

Sick.

It sounded like a curse to me...

How do you tell someone they're going to die? And then how do you tell them, that the treatment was too expensive for them to afford?

I didn't know, I didn't want to know, but somehow the doctors did it. I had offered my savings to the family. I told them I could babysit the Jerry boys, no matter how many times the grabbed my ass, and how little it paid. I said we could get through it.

But Mom didn't.

And she continued to work with the same people who had diagnosed her. The people who told her she had the rare, and terminal, pancreatic cancer...

And as she worked, sometimes I heard my dad cry at night, asking why this would happen to such a wonderful person. Sometimes, I wondered that myself...

But even this seemed miniscule to the fact that I had kissed Oliver. In fact, for the first time in the past year, it wasn't even in my mind. And it isn't right now. It's in yours.

I had finished dressing, while you sat there and thought to yourself. I had turned off the radio in my room, wishing I knew my horoscope. I pulled my bag from my chair, and jumped into my dad's awaiting Volvo.

He dropped me off at school, just as the warning bell rang. I ran into homeroom, with thirty seconds to spare.

"Here!" I slid into my seat.

Mr. Corelli frowned at me, but marked me present. Miley peered at me from her seat.

"Okay... Principle Fisher would like to inform you, that due to a robbery we will no longer be having Fish Sticks for lunch-"

"Can this day get any better?" I questioned out-loud, earning the glances of my classmates.

"Well, Ms. Truscott, it's good to hear your enthusiasm..." He said, before frowning, and continuing: "And Ms. Gardner wants to tell you Intermurals will be dodge-ball today, okay... that's it."

"Yes!" I whispered. Okay so I was a little... over the top... but you would be too if you kissed Oliver Oken... but you didn't so, Ha!

"Why are you happier than a horse buried in hay?" Miley approached me.

"Oh... no reason," I looked over at Oliver who raised his eyebrows at me. I giggled in response, and Oliver smirked at me. The bell rang, and everyone headed in different directions.

"What's going on between you and Oliver? For the last half of the month you haven't been talking to either of us, and now you're Ms.-"

"Happy Go-Lucky?" I offered assistance.

"Lils... come on! It's killing me!!!" Miley shouted.

I leaned towards her ear, before smiling: "I kissed Oliver,"

"It's about time!" Miley shouted, drawing the attention of the other students in the hall way. "I knew you liked him,"

I bit my bottom lip. "Fine, Smiley, you win."