Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. Yeah…

(Lilly's POV)

I looked over at Oliver. He had his eyes closed, with a solemn expression on his face. Nevertheless, he looked so peaceful. After I studied about every crevice of his face, my eyes wondered lower down his body. Oh my… he doesn't have a shirt on.

His perfectly sculptured chest was inches away from me. I just wanted to lay my hand upon the shapely abs.

I wanted to look down lower. I was afraid. But when I did, I discovered that a sheet was covered over the rest of him. 'Darn it,' I thought to myself.

Wait, if Oliver was shirtless in bed with me, that means…

I looked down at myself.

Thank God.

I was not completely nude. I was wearing a cami. And when I uncovered myself, I discovered that my lower half was also clothed. Not by much though…

A loud sigh from an awaking Oliver startled me. I turned around and I saw his arms outstretched with his mouth wide open. When he opened his eyes, he froze.

(Oliver's POV)

I had quite a few good dreams that night. They were about Lilly, of course. Us getting in my bed, and being unclothed. Not all of the way though. There was passionate kissing involved, and a long conversation that had to do with our relationship from now on. How we would always love each other. How this moment was almost perfect.

When I awoke, I had realized that those were no dreams. They were real.

"Lilly?" I said, in a daze.

She only stared at me. I didn't want to repeat myself, so I laid my head back down again, and stared at her, Lilly Truscott, the love of my life that was nearly naked in my bed.

"Oliver, can you tell me what happened?" she finally answered. She laid down next to me, leaned her head on my shoulder, and laid her hand on my chest.

"I think we just slept with each other."

"Oh really. Well, thanks for informing me that."

We shared a light chuckle. She gave a big sigh and I saw her eyes closed, her head still on my shoulder and her hand still on my chest. I looked over at the clock; 8:15 A.M. Nobody would be up in the house yet.

Everything that happened the night before became very clear to me about thirty minutes later, after a lot of deep thinking.

What happened (still Oliver's POV):

I told Lilly that I loved her. We shared a passionate kiss right there on the beach, about a thousand times more meaningful than the kisses I shared with Miley. Then we sat on the shoreline for a long time, until I took her hand and pulled her to my house. Making sure nobody saw, I pulled Lilly upstairs to my bedroom.

"Oliver, what are you doing?" she laughed.

I picked her light body up and gently laid it down on my bed. I kneeled down next to her and kissed her right there. She grabbed my face and that was when our tongues collided.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, Oliver?" she said.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down next to her. We continued to kiss and she reached her hand up my shirt. I was guessing that she wanted me to take my shirt off, so I did.

Soon, I notice that her shirt is off. I stopped kissing her.

"I was getting really warm", she laughed.

But that's all that happened.

She awoke again, "Oliver, I'm really glad that we didn't do anything TOO epic".

"Hah, me too, but last night was still the best night of my life."

"Mine too."

(Lilly's POV)

My hand went up and down as Oliver breathed. I could hear his heartbeat. I wanted to be nowhere else in the world. But I had a strange feeling that maybe I shouldn't have been there.

Oh God, Miley.

"OLIVER!" I yelled.

"Lilly, shhh, you don't want to wake up the whole neighborhood, do you?" he said.

"You know when we saw each other in the street last night? You know, when you were coming from Miley's?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"I was going to her house because she had something to tell me. But I'm sure that it could have waited."

(Oliver's POV)

No. I'm sure that it couldn't have waited. Miley probably wanted to tell Lilly what I had said. Great. Now Miley is upset at me, she will soon be at Lilly too, and it's all my fault.

"No, Lilly. She won't understand," I said.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, "Of course she will."

"Listen, remembered when I told you that I loved you?"

"Mhmm."

"And remember who I told it to first?"

"Oh… right." She had an 'I'm-so-stupid' expression on her face. It was quite cute.

"Oliver, what am I supposed to do? I can't tell her where I was, or what I was doing."

"Don't tell her anything. I'll tell her that it was my entire fault. That I was keeping you from her," I pleaded.

"No way!" she yelled.

"She is already mad at me, Lilly. Please, let me."

"I don't want you to fight my battles for me. Let me figure this out, okay? Please," she said, a little irritated.

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I understand, and I love you for caring."

"I love you too."

(Miley's POV)

The next morning, I was woken up by some lousy bird outside my window.

"Shut up!" I yelled in frustration. The bird flew away.

I looked over at the clock. It was 8:45 A.M; Lilly still hadn't shown up. Where the hell could that girl be?

I decided that I should just head over to Lilly's. After I got dressed, I walked over there.

I knocked on the door of the Truscott's home, and Lilly's mom opened it, a smile across her face.

"Oh hello Miley, dear!"

"Do you know where Lilly is?" I said without greeting her back.

"No, I thought she was with you."

I didn't want to worry Mrs. Truscott, so I lied, "Oh, yeah, I know. We were just, playing…. Hide-and-Seek. That's it. And I was just wondering if she hid here."

"Nope, you might want to try Oliver's though."

"Alright, thank you. Bye." I walked away. Where should I go now? I didn't want to head home, because it would just remind me of what happened the night before. However, the thought of Oliver just blurting out that he loved Lilly got me infuriated again.

Why would he do that, seriously? I got so angry that I kicked a trashcan that was sitting in the sidewalk ahead of me. A raccoon ran out, and I let out a loud scream of freight.

I couldn't take it. I headed towards Oliver's house. I was going to walk right up to his room, wake him up, and give him another piece of my mind.

I knocked on the door of the Oken's home. No one answered. I was on a role today with the whole rude-thing, so I just opened the door and walked in.

I walked up the steps to the second story. His room was right across the hall, about five steps away.

I took a small, quiet step, afraid that another Oken would wake up and find me.

I took another step.

And another.

And another.

I was only one step from his room. I could hear talking. Was Oliver talking in his sleep? No, I could hear another voice. A girl's. But not just any girl's. It was Lilly.

Quickly, I placed my hand on the doorknob, but didn't turn it. I didn't because I heard two sentences that completely tore my heart apart (again).

"I understand, and I love you for caring."

"I love you too."

Out of impulse, I turned the knob and swung the door open. There they were. My two so-called best friends, lying in bed together, half naked, sharing a kiss right in front of me. I didn't say anything. A tear glided down my cheek.

"Miley, what are you…" Oliver said, a look of total horror splattered on his face.

"Oh God," Lilly whispered.

I'm so completely, from the bottom of my heart, sorry that I waited more than a week to write the next chapter! The night after I posted chapter four, I wrote the next one. It was about seven pages long. It was so bad though, so I deleted it. The next week I had a ton of tests and homework. I would have just stayed up late to write the story, but I couldn't think of anything, until today.

ANYWAY, please, R&R. Unless you completely hate me now, lol.

-Grace

P.S. I was going to post this last night too, but fanfic was broken, so I couldn't. Sorry again!