Well, many of you asked what the song in the last chapter was called. The song is another one by Avril Lavigne, from the same CD as Girlfriend, The Best Damn Thing. The song was called When You're Gone.

Disclaimer: One day I was playing hop-scotch with my Guinea Pig, Princess. When all of the sudden, Princess started talking to me. Actually, not talking, rapping! Amazed I ran into my house to tell my mom, confused and upset, my Mother told her friend, a physiologist. After going to see a doctor, and being diagnosed with IIS, or Incredibly Insane Syndrome, Disney Channel told me I was no longer able to hold the rights of Hannah Montana.

At least I still have Princess...

This is the second to last chapter!!!! Ohh, Then sequel!!!! Yay! I hope you all check out my other fic. Window Wishing; It's Loliver of course.

Here is your chap:

Chapter 15 Perfect

"Lily?" Oliver tapped Lily's shoulder. "I think we need to talk,"

Lily turned her head away from him, letting her blonde locks fall over her face. Further hiding herself from him.

"Lils, you can't just faze me out!" Oliver hissed at her.

"I can do whatever I want, Oliver Oken!" She shouted right back. Dramatically causing a scene, as she stomped out of the homeroom. Mr. Corelli stared at her empty desk, before continuing with his long list of announcements.

"Mr. Corelli! I need to use the bathroom!" Oliver said, getting up, and running out of the classroom without a reply.

"Well, if anyone else is planning on leaving, why don't you just go?" The teacher said angry, he threw his papers on his desk.

Suddenly, as quickly as the words had come out of his mouth, the entire class was at their feet, walking out the door.

Miley and Jake, among the throng of people, exited the room.

Oliver found Lily, at the other side of the school campus, sitting on an old broken fountain. He stopped at the entrance to the over-grown garden, and stared at the blonde before him. He fought the urge to go and wipe the tears from her cheeks.

How come I'm always the one who makes her cry?

If Oliver had been smarter, he would know that Lily was strong. And he did. But he would also know, that strong girls like Lily, would only be brought to tears by the ones they loved. And Oliver was the one Lily loved.

If only she knew I loved her back.

Unable to take the over-bearing pain, of watching Lily suffer because of him, he approached her slowly; like a little boy playing outside, being sure not to spook a bird.

Oliver sat down beside her, and pushed a lock of Lily's blonde hair from her tear-stained face.

"Lily?" He whispered to her. "We need to talk,"

"I know," Lily whispered. "I just don't want to..."

"Lily, what you said to me, that night-"

"I'm trying to forget."

"Don't," Oliver said to her, caressing her cheek. "You told me you loved me... being told by someone they love you, it comes as a shock, you have to understand!"

"Understand what Oliver? That I made a fool of myself? That I put our friendship in jeopardy, just so I could express my little feelings?"

"Lily, you didn't put our friendship in jeopardy! I'll always be friends with you, no matter what. We're tight."

"But you still don't love me!" She cried. "I want someone to hold me, I want someone to kiss me, and tell me that they'll always be there. I want someone to stand with me at my mother's funeral. I want someone to love me, and as much as I love you... you don't love me back, so you know what, I guess that's what doesn't matter." Lily shook her head, and turned her gaze to her hands, folded, and resting in her lap.

"Lily! So many people in this world love you, don't you understand that? You have Miley, Mr. Stewart, Jackson, Jake, your Dad, you have so many people that love you! You have me Lily!"

"God damn it, Oliver! I don't have you! I'll never have you, because you don't love me! It's that simple!" Lily trembled, the sobs escaping her in violent spasms.

"Lily, I love you. Won't you just let me finish!" Oliver gripped her chin, and turned her face towards his. Her eyes were full of confusion. "Yes, I love you! And I'm not just saying that! I love the way your hair shines, the way you walk, the way you know the answers to any pop-trivia question anyone could ask you. You're my best friend, you always have been, but you know what? You're not the only one who wants us to be more. I want it too."

Lily stared at the boy in front of her, no the man. The man he had grown up to be. The man she wanted to be held by. He was Oliver, he was her wings. Lily stared at him, how could he possibly hide it so well? Especially compared to her, she felt herself melt; and every time she looked at him again, she fell in love all over again.

"Wha... what did you say?" Lily repeated.

"I love you Lily, and... I want to be with you. Forever."

"What does that mean?" Lily asked.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you?"

Lily pretended to think about it, "Hmm... I'll have to say... yes." Oliver smiled at her before she continued: "D'ya think I'll be better than Candace?"

Oliver pretended to gag, but turned his direction to Lily, as he hear her soft voice ring out:

"Well then," Lily giggled.

"'Well then,' what?"

"Kiss me,"

"I'll be happy to oblige," Oliver joked, before taking Lily's lips, and bringing them to his.

As the lightning struck their bodies, at full force, their wasn't a doubt in the world, they were meant to be.

"Compared to you, Candace definitely wasn't much of a girlfriend."

Lily smiled, everything was so... perfect.