A/N Chapter edited because some people were confused XP I posted it before I slept and I should've revised. Sorry for confusing you people!

Chapter 3

Boys Are So Confusing

The rest of the day, Oliver and "Alexia" hung out. I got irritated, sure, I didn't want Oliver to hang out with anyone else other than me, though I didn't want to sound like a jealous teen girl who is denying the feeling she got when she kissed her best friend.

Anyway, it is a little awkward between us, Oliver hasn't talked to me about anything, all he talked to when we was sitting at the food court were Alexia and Miley. Miley, being the person who always tries to play matchmaker, told Oliver to walk Alexia out of the mall when she had to leave.

So here I am, walking home alone, with no one to hang out with. Oliver is somewhere off, probably kissing that Alexia girl and I'm here doing nothing about it. I don't even know why I'm feeling so pissed off knowing that Oliver's with another girl.

I was about a block away from the mall when I heard someone call for me.

"Lilly!" I turned around and saw Oliver running straight for me. His hands in his pocket with a wide grin spread among his face. I stopped walking so that he could catch up to me. As much as I don't want to wait for him and I'd be happy to just run away before he caught up, I couldn't do that to a friend.

"Hey, where were you?" I asked as he stopped next to me, putting his hands to his knees and breathing deeply.

He patted his chest and stood up, wiping a few droplets of sweat running down from his temples. "Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked as he changed the subject.

I started to walk as I laced my fingers behind me and lifted my head in the air. "I didn't wait for you because I thought you'd be busy doing whatever you were doing. What were you doing?" I asked and saw that in the corner of my eye that he was smiling.

"I hung out with Alexia. She's pretty cute." He stated.

I rolled my eyes. "Good to know." I stared straight ahead, but still kept my hands behind me and locked. We crossed the dark street and Oliver jumped once we finally reached the other side of the sidewalk.

After a few minutes of silence, I grew bored. I started to skip and I took my hands apart while doing a front flip.

"How can you do that?" Oliver asked.

I shrugged and smiled. "I'm just crazy that way." I smiled and stuck my hands in my pockets. I looked down to my feet and my hair fell on the sides of my face. I watched my feet walk.

Right… Left… Right… Left…

I chanted in my head. I was that bored with walking with Oliver. He wasn't talking and I had nothing to talk about so it just seemed too quiet.

"I asked Alexia out on a date." Oliver finally said.

I stopped in my tracks, stunned. I could feel my heart thudding hard in my chest. I pursed my lips as I furrowed my brows. For some reason I feel… disappointed. I should be happy for Oliver since this could be his third girlfriend, or almost girlfriend, but it's just weird.

Ever since last night I've been having these weird jumbled up feelings for him and it just doesn't make sense.

"Lilly?" Oliver said and I felt a hand touch mine.

"That's great Oliver!" I said with my fake happy tone. I raised my head, turning to him and smiled. "You're going to have so much fun." I patted his shoulder and he laughed.

"Yeah, it's been a while since anyone took a ride on the Ollie Trolley." He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"How many girls will actually think that's a hot line? Seriously Oliver." I smirked and lightly pushed him.

"A lot of girls think that it's a hot line because I am hot." He pointed at himself while nodding.

"Maybe Ollie is a little too hot for me then." I smiled and turned to him as he gaped at me.

I winked and he soon he started up walking once again. I started pacing and soon running, looking over my shoulder, seeing Oliver running after me.

"What did you say, I didn't really catch that." Oliver shouted for me and I started to sprint. I breathed with my mouth and looked behind me, seeing that I finally lost Oliver.

I smiled. No more explanations, he can think about that for the night.

As I turned forward, continuing to run, I saw a figure flash right in front of me and grab me from the waist, pulling me down onto the grassy ground. I started to roll in the grass with someone holding onto me and I grasped on the material of the persons shirt until we stopped rolling.

I kept my eyes closed throughout this and once we finally stopped, the person was right on top of me.

"What did you say?" The person said, out of breath.

I frowned, realizing who it was, and opened my eyes. I found myself staring deep into his brown eyes. He had a smile plastered on his face with his hands on either side of me, holding himself up. He straddled my waist with face just a few inches away from me.

I held my breath, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. My hands were still clutching to his shirt on his chest and I let the material go, allowing my hands drop to my side.

"Oliver, stop it, I said nothing." I turned to my right side, concentrating on the house of the yard we landed on.

If owners of the house knew we were here, they'd probably throw a fit. It still had a light on, but it was on the second level of the house. If they looked out, they might not notice us since we were all the way on the side, near the fence that split up this house and the neighbor's house.

I looked at the address of the house and realized that we were just a few houses away from mine.

If only Oliver decided to tackle me on my yard, but no, he decided to tackle me at some random person's house.

"If it's nothing then why were you trying to get away?" He asked as he moved his hand up, blocking my view of the house.

"We're going to get caught." I said as my throat tightened. I turned on my other side, but Oliver's free hand caught my chin and pushed it so that I would look at him.

"First tell me what you said." He smiled.

He was enjoying this! He likes seeing me embarrassed like this!

"Oliver!" I whined, but Oliver put his hand over my mouth.

"Like you said, we're going to get caught." His hand left my mouth and went back to the spot on my cheek.

He moved his face forward and too my ear. I felt his warm breath against my ear, sending chills down my spine. My own breath caught my throat and I closed my eyes.

"Tell me." He softly said, but soon we saw the porch lights go on.

Oliver's heavy body dropped completely on me and his hands snaking to my waist, holding onto my hips. He placed his head just on my shoulder and I couldn't move.

I stayed still until the person went back inside and turned off the porch lights. I waited until we heard the door lock and I finally gained the confidence to hit Oliver's side.

"Idiot." I whispered and he chuckled.

"If only you told me what you said, then I wouldn't do anything stupid like this." He finally got up from the ground and dusted himself off. He put his hand out and helped me up. I stared at Oliver as he looked at the house, watching lights go off.

"We better go; someone might think we're thieves or something." I told him while taking his wrist and pulling him away from the sidewalk.

I saw my house and smiled seeing that I was probably home alone tonight. On Saturdays, my mom and dad liked to go out at night with a few of their friends, Oliver's parents being one among them that went.

"You want to do something when we get to my house?" I asked and he smiled.

"Well, we always hang out on Saturday's. Your parents don't usually come home until late."

I stopped and smiled at him. I then realized I still held onto his wrist and looked at it as I let go.

"Come on, let's go." He said and gripped on my hand this time and pulled me toward my house. When we got home, I unlocked the door and he burst inside, going straight for the kitchen.

"Popcorn?" He shouted at me and I locked the front door.

"Whatever you want." I shouted at him.

I went to the kitchen and found him ripping the wrapper of the popcorn, opening the microwave, and threw the popcorn inside of it. He pressed the button which said popcorn and leaned against the counter.

I shook my head. "Boy, you must be hungry." I walked in front of him and he smiled.

"Well, not really. I had a hotdog and a box of popcorn at work, I should be sick of popcorn, but I'm not." He shrugged.

I pulled myself on the counter and swung my legs, hitting my heels against the cabinet. I stared at Oliver as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed some buttons.

"Let's take a picture." He said and raised his phone to me, taking a picture.

I rolled my eyes. "No pictures please." I dropped my head and saw him walking toward me. He put his hands on my knees and put his face under mine.

"Please best friend." He pouted and I jerked my head backward, hitting it against the cabinet behind me.

"Ow!" I rubbed the back of my head and scrunched my face.

Oliver doubled up in laughter and dropped his phone. "Man, I wish I took a picture of that." Oliver went to pick up the phone.

"Enough of the laughing, it's not even funny!" I exclaimed and jumped off the counter.

I went to the microwave as it beeped from being finished. I took the bag and opened it up. I rolled my eyes as Oliver continued to laugh. I hate it when he acts immature like this, it gets irritating.

"Aw, did I make Wiwwy mad at me?" He asked.

"Shut up." I went to the bottom cabinet and pulled out a big bowl. I put it on the countertop and poured the popcorn in the bowl.

I shook the bag a bit and suddenly, I felt Oliver grab onto my hips. I threw the bag in the air once Oliver started moving his fingers to my sides, making me stagger behind and into him.

"Oliver!" I laughed and he smiled as he continued ticking my sides. I turned around, trying to push Oliver off, but soon found myself falling backward, my back hit the hard tiled floor and Oliver dropped down on me, with his hands still glued to my sides.

"Will I always get hurt when I'm with you?" I asked him and he laughed as he rolled off me.

"Yes you will." He joked.

I closed my eyes and felt an arm slip under my knees and back, lifting me up from the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to walk out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"I'm bringing you to your room." He said and staggered along as he walked up the stairs of my house.

"I'm too heavy, put me down!" I exclaimed and he merely laughed.

"You're light." He fought back and soon started to run up the stairs.

I yelped and held on to him tightly. I closed my eyes, hoping that we wouldn't fall and soon I felt him drop me.

"Gah!" I shouted, but instead of feeling the hard floor, I felt my soft surface beneath me, which was my bed. I felt something heavy fall to my chest and I opened my eyes seeing dark mop hair just on my chest. Olivers head had to land right there.

My eyes widened as soon as I realized what happened. I had my arms still wrapped around Oliver's neck and pulled him down with, making his face press against my "upper area". I let go of Oliver's neck and and dropped my hands to my sides.

"I'm so sorry!" I said and Oliver pushed himself up with his face burning red.

He turned away from me, shaking his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. I should be the one embarrassed, but for some reason I'm not. I find it quite amusing that he's the one embarrassed now even if he did hit that certain spot on my body.

"It's okay. I should be sorry." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

I laughed and moved over, sitting next to him. He stared at his hands as he laced them together, putting them between his knees.

He smiled and sighed. "You know what?" He asked and I glanced at him as he sat there in the darkness.

"What?" I asked and he sighed once again.

"Would you lie to a friend so that she wouldn't feel weird around them?"

I furrowed my brows. "What?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Okay, I've been…" He hesitated and shook his head.

"Been what?"

"Don't freak out okay?" He said as he looked at me.

Even under the darkness, I could see that he was being serious. I didn't know why he was being serious, but wow, it's kind of weird seeing him become serious like this.

"I won't." I assured him and he took a deep breath.

"I've been thinking about the kiss." He said and I felt my own cheeks burn up again.

"Oh. That was last night, we should forget about it." I tried to say as calmly as I could, but instead it came out in a high pitched tone.

He shook his head. "No, what I mean is, I thought it felt a little rushed yesterday and…"

"Ollie wants another kiss?" I gaped at him and he frantically shook his head.

"No, no, no!" He exclaimed and moved his hands from his knees to the front of himself.

"What then?" I questioned as I tilted my head. He made no sense at all and I'm getting even more confused.

"Maybe… I think what we did was kind of wrong, too close for friends to get." he pointed out.

Well no duh, what we did was too close for friends. Friends don't kiss at all and then lie that they actually liked it. Ugh, which is why I regret not telling him I like it in the first place.

"And so…?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"We should have two feet between us at all times… not get all close and-" He started, but I shook my head, staring at him, puzzled.

"What? You're going to put a rule in how close we can get?" I said not believing my ears. What is he thinking? I mean, we're only friends and here he is saying we can't get too close. This is pretty stupid.

"No, I mean…" He groaned and put his hands to his temples, massaging them. "I need to sort out some things."

"Okay then." I said, rolling my eyes, and moved farther away from him, making sure that there was about two feet between us.

"What are you doing?" He asked and I sighed.

"You said two feet apart, remember?" I said as if he asked a stupid question, which he did. I mean he did come up with the stupid two feet apart rule just now.

"You're making this hard for me." He closed his eyes and put his hand to the bridge of his nose, squeezing it.

"How am I making this hard when you're the one who says we can't be close!" I angrily shot back. This was getting me angry, he's not making sense and he's making it like I'm the one who is screwing around here.

"Ugh, whatever." He said and got up. "I should go home; Edward should be home by now." He made his way toward my door. "See you tomorrow." He lastly said and left.

"What the hell?" I stared at the door, completely and utterly confused.

First he gets a date with another girl, and then he tackles me, tickles me, and carries me to my room, now he makes a rule that we can't get closer than two feet and when I follow it, he gets mad!

I shook my head and moved backward, falling onto my bed.

Boys are so confusing.

A/N Okay, sorry hadn't updated this in a while. Hope you liked this chapter and sorry if it sucked.

It might take me longer for me to update. I have school next week already and I have to get my things together. I wanted to finish a fic before I go to school and after that fic is done, I'm going to try and update this and my others faster.