I opened my eyes to the bright light of the day. I looked around, still dazed and found that I was lying under a tree, in Oliver's arms. The night before came rushing back to me, and my eyes widened with horror. My parents were gonna kill me for sneaking out the house, I needed an story to cover up where I'd been. I could tell them ...erm ...Okay, so I didn't know, but I'd figure something out. I didn't dare move as I didn't want to wake Oliver, but I turned to look at him slightly and could see such a smile on his face as he slept, I couldn't help but smile myself. He looked so cute, and I could feel the feelings stiring inside me for him. I'd never felt these feelings for anyone before, especially Oliver, and this feeling was intense, but scary all at the same time. Everyone had always joked about me and Oliver secretly being in love with eachother, like "how can two people who spend as much time with eachother as you guys and have known eachother for so long not be so crazy in love with eachother?" and Oliver and I always laughed it off. But now I was having to question this feeling, I mean, I'd always thought alot of Oliver and cared about him, so much sometimes that I felt I had to hide it, but maybe I hadn't bargined on just how much he ment to me?

Oliver moved in his sleep which I took as an oppotunity to get up and go. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay with him in his arms forever, but I had to get home before my parents noticed I was gone. What I didn't realise was, as I got up and ran, Oliver had woken up wiht the most hurt expression on his face...

The next time I saw Oliver was the next monday at school 3 days later. This was my first day back after taking time off to deal with my parents divorce and I wasn't feeling the most confidant about coming back. Most of all I was scared of Oliver, I hadn't seen him since I'd left him asleep under the tree. I had no idea why he hadn't tryed to get into contact with me since that night and I was worried. As I turned a corner during lunch I saw him standing at his locker, changing a few books over. The butterflies returned to my stomach, I was scared to approach him and yet I felt the need to talk to him.

"Hey Oliver" I said, smiling, hoping for a smile back, but I didn't get one. He didn't even turn to look at me as he said "Hi" back.

"erm..." I began, I hadn't planned on what to say after hello. "so... how are you?"

"yeah, I'm doing just great" he said in a sarcastic tone, and still not looking at me.

"Oliver?" I asked, confused about what was going on with him. He suddenly turned to me sharply, he looked angrily at me and I felt like crying.

"WHAT?" he quietly shouted at me

"Oliver ...I don't understand" I really wanted to cry. What was going on? Was this it? Had we ruined our friendship?

"you don't understand?" he looked at me as if I should of known why he was angry "Lilly, I came for you the other night. I thought I'd shown you how I felt, how much I cared about you, how much I NEEDED you. I thought you needed me too. I guess I was wrong"

I could see the hurt in his eyes and hear the upset in his voice. I didn't understand why he would of thought I didn't need him. I didn't understand how I'd upset him. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Oliver!" I said back at him desperatly "Oliver! I need you too! Please!" I was ready to burst, but I couldn't of done without drawing a crowd so I held it back, which only made me want to cry more.

"So why did you leave? You just left me! No goodbye ...nothing" He looked at me, he could see my tears and neither of us knew what to do.

"I... I don't know. I had to go. I didn't want to, but we were out all night. I had to get home. It was nothing to do with you. I promise"

"Whatever" Oliver slammed his locker. He didn't look angry anymore, instead he looked upset and confused. He turned and walked away from me, and I wanted to follow, but I could hear laughing coming from behind me. I turned around to see a collection of people laughing and pointing at me, but I ignored them and walked off into the direction of my English class.

As I walked into English the whole room turned towards me and went quiet.

"WHAT?" I shouted back at them, I didn't care what they were staring. My make up was probberly running as I'd been crying "You never seen someone cry before!?"

I sat down and slammed my books against the table. I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder from behind, I turned around and saw it was Miley.

"Lilly!" she wispered at me "are you alright?"

"yeah" I lied "I'm fine" and smiled and turned back

"Lilly!" Miley tapped me on the shoulder again. I turned around frustrated, I just wanted time to think and sort out what I was going to do. "Lilly, I think you should see this..." She handed me a cell phone, Oliver's cell phone. I recognised it from the "Oliver Lilly Miley" scratched into the back and the sticker of me and Oliver laughing at eachother.

"Check out the messages. Someone found Ollie's phone at the park and has been passing it around. You really need to see the messages" she said to me, and I turned away. I couldn't read Oliver's messages, that wasn't right. If someone found my phone I wouldn't expect Oliver to read my messages ...but then why did Miley want me to read them so much?

"Just read them already!" I heard Miley say to me from behind.

I clicked open the inbox. They were all from Jackson ...what could Oliver and Jackson be doing texting eachother so much? I opened the first one:

just tell her. show her the most romantic times she's ever seen. think of something under the stars. jackson.

I opened the one before that:

dude. she's one of ur bff's. just tell her!!! srsly. this is lilly, she's not going 2 blow up at u if she doesn't lyk u back. jackson.

This was crazy. Oliver had been asking Jackson for advice over me!? I couldn't believe this... I had to see what Oliver had said so I went to see what he had sent to Jackson.

I rly like her jackson. im being such a girl!!! i can't believe she's doing this 2 me. wat if she doesn't like me back? I couldn't live without lilly. Smokin' Oken.

I continued to read through his texts:

I rly miss her. I want to help her, i h8 seeing her sad. but worse i h8 not seeing her at all. i will go see her 2nite and tell her then.

I didn't realise how much Oliver had been worried about telling me and worried about how I'd react. I needed to find him, I couldn't just leave it like this...

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