a/n-hey, sry if this chapter is messed up. something weird is goin on and it keeps deleting what i write and mixing it. idk it's weird, but hopefully it will stay right this time. enjoy!

Chapter 4: Walkie-Talkies and Dresses

For the rest of the night we just hung out like normal friends do. At 11:45 we said our good-byes and I went home.

"How's Lilly?" my dad asked as I walked in the door.

"Good." I said, not wanting to talk. It's not that I was mad, but does anyone actually want to talk to their parents? No.

"What'd you guys do?"

"Watched a movie." I replied, going upstairs to avoid further talking. I sat on my bed, which was right next to the open window, when I heard a voice.

"Oliver!" I recognized it as Lilly's.

I looked out and smiled. "Hey, Lil. Need something?"

"No, I'm just bored. Sorry if you're sick of me."

I laughed. "I could never get sick of you."

"Hey, turn on your walkie-talkie so I don't feel like the whole neighborhood is hearing us talk."

I laughed, grabbing the walkie-talkie from under my bed. For my eighth birthday I got a set of really nice walkie-talkies. You could have great reception for at least two miles away. So in third grade, since Lilly and I were best friends, we decided to each keep one in case we ever wanted to talk to each other at random times. This was probably the first time in about two years we were using them.

"Testing, testing. One, two, three. Do you read?" I smiled as I said this. When we were little, that's what I always said as soon as I turned on the talkie. And she would always reply with the same thing.

"Copy that," she said smiling. Same old Lilly.

"We're losers," I laughed, and so did she.

"Losers have more fun." she said.

"That's true." I agreed. We talked for a while longer until my talkie was getting low on battery. "Hold on, Lil. My battery's going. I'll be right back." I told her, running to get batteries. When I came back, Lilly wouldn't answer.

"Lil? Lil you there?" I asked. When I got no reply, I figured she'd fallen asleep. "Goodnight, Lil." I laughed.

"Night, Oliver." she finally answered, turning off her walkie-talkie.

I woke up the next morning at 11. I did the usual morning stuff and got ready for the day. My cell phone rang when I got out of the shower, so I ran to get it with a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Oliver, it's Miley."

"Hey, Miley, what's up?"

"You're gonna be Lilly's date for tonight, right?"

"Yeah."

"I see. So what's the deal with you two?"

"What do you mean?" I played dumb, but I knew what she wanted to know.

"I just want to know if they're something going on between you two."

"Oh, well there's not. We're just friends."

"I'm sure. But I have to ask you a question."

"What is it?"

"Is Lilly really Ok with me going out with Jake?"

"She will be. Just give her time."

"Do you think I should stop seeing him until she's Ok with it? 'Cause I really don't want to hurt her."

"She really wants to get over him. Or at least that's what she told me. She even took the poster down of him that was on her wall."

"Whoa, that is big. So you think going out will be Ok?"

"I don't know, I guess. I mean, if she didn't want to go she would have said so, right?"

"Right. Ok, thanks, Oliver. Oh and, dress a little nicer than usual. I don't know what Jake has planned, he said it was a surprise, but we shouldn't dress casual."

"Gotcha. What time?"

"7:30 sharp. Be ready to do anything, who knows what Jake has up his sleeve."

I laughed. "Ok, see ya then."

The day went by like any other Saturday. I actually decided to do homework so I could have all Sunday to just chill. At 7, I took another shower and got dressed. I wore nice jeans and a red polo. That's dressing up, right? Or did I need something dressier? No, that was too casual. After that I put on a simple white shirt with a suit jacket over it, keeping the jeans. I have to say, I looked good. At 7:29, I sprayed myself with axe and stepped outside. I walked down the driveway just as Lilly was walking down her's, with Miley on her trail.

I saw her, and I was amazing. My jaw must have dropped 20 feet, and my eyes were probably all the way out of my head, but I didn't care. In all my life, I had never, ever, seen Lilly Truscott in a dress, without wearing jeans underneath like she did when she was Lola. I mean, I saw her in a skirt once, but a dress? It looked….amazing. (a/n-if u go to and click on homecoming dresses 2006 and then click on junior dresses under $50, Lilly's dress is the 4th one on the top style #1548820 Miley's is the second one on the second page style #1595402)

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, Oliver," Miley said, walking over to me and snapping me back to reality. As much as I tried to stop staring, I couldn't. Fortunately, Jake pulled up in his awesome hummer limo before Lilly could catch me staring. Jake stepped out and held the door open for everyone.

"Oliver, my man, lookin' more fly than ever!" He said to me as I got in the limo. "And Lilly, stunning as always." This made Lilly blush, but he didn't notice. Then Jake grabbed Miley's hand and brought her into the limo. "You look beautiful." he complimented, making her giggle.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "So where are we going that we had to get so dressed up for?"

"You'll see." Jake grinned, giving the chauffeur the signal to start driving.