Wow I've been soooo busy lately. Sorry for the long hiatus!!! This one's a bit long to make it up to you. Ok so this is the sleepover. I think that's this entire chapter's gonna be. I think a lot will happen so that's why it's a chapter in itself. Thank you for all those great reviews. They made me feel awesome about this story. )
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Lilly' POV:
I was skateboarding down the street to Oliver's. I had a smile on my face. Oliver liked me! Boy, tonight's gonna be interesting. I was totally lost in my thoughts. Suddenly I felt my board slip from under me and I lunged forward. I screamed before I hit the ground. When my knees hit, I fell silent. It hurt, A LOT! My knees were bleeding and my hands were scraped up too. I carefully got up and called Oliver.
He answered, sounding confused. "Lilly? Are you alright?" I winced as I took a step. "Not really, Oliver. I fell off my board and can't really carry my stuff. Come help me?" I said shakily. "I'll be right there!" he said. I heard him grabbing his shoes through the phone. "See you in a second, Lil." I heard him say right before hanging up. I flipped my phone closed and studied my knees. They were bleeding quite a bit so I couldn't see how big the cut was. My knees were really the only thing hurt. My hands were a little scraped but not too bad and nothing else really had impact.
I heard footsteps on the pavement. I looked up to see Oliver jogging towards me. I stood up all the way, wincing at the pain. Oliver came over next to me. "Lilly! Look at your knees! And your hands are all scraped up." he said, sounding like an over-protective mother. "Thank you, Captain Obvious." I said sarcastically. He smirked at me. "Do you want me to get your bags or not?" "I do." I said. "Then you better make it up to me after than comment, missy." he put his hands on his hip like a girl. I had to laugh at this position. Then I kissed him. And not just a peck either. I felt his smile into the kiss. I pulled away right when he started to kiss back. He gave me a puppy dog look. "You said you wanted me to make it up to you, and I did." I said smirking.
He smiled and then before I could do anything he started tickling me. "Ol-li-VER!" I said between laughing and struggling. "Oliver! I can't stand anymore on my hurt knees!" after that little warning my knees gave out and I almost fell. Before I hit the ground, Oliver picked me up bridal style and gave me his signature silly grin. I smiled back. He set me down gently. Then he grabbed my bags and my skateboard. "C'mon, Lilly." he said. I limped after him.
We finally got to his house. He set down my bags and walked into the bathroom. "There's some band-aids and antibacterial in here. I'll grab some paper towels to clean the blood off. You can sit down on one of the kitchen chairs. Oh and my parents are at some party, Oscar is at a friend's, and Owen is out somewhere." Oliver said over his shoulder. I nodded and sat in one of the chairs carefully. I propped my foot on another chair and checked out one of my knees. It stopped bleeding but it hurt to bend it. Oliver came out of the bathroom with a box of large band-aids and a little tube of antibacterial cream.
I gave him a small smile of thanks. He set them down and walked towards the sink. He grabbed a paper towel and put it under the water, getting it damp. I watched him come back over to me and place the paper towel gently on one of my wounds. I flinched and sucked it a sharp breath. God, it hurt. He looked up at me with sympathy in his eyes and said quietly. "I'm sorry, Lilly, but I have to clean the cut." I closed my eyes and nodded in response. He was done cleaning it. He squeezed a little cream and gently rubbed it along the cut. I winced again, my eyes still closed. Then I felt something I couldn't identify. I opened my eyes out of sheer curiosity.
He was blowing on my leg! His face was about an inch or two away from it. My eyes widened with shock. "O-Oliver?" I said, cursing my voice for shaking. He stopped and looked up at my horrified face. A wave of confusion crossed his face. "Lilly?" he asked, more to see if I was alright. "Oliver, w-what were you d-doing?" I asked, my voice still shaking. "Well I have to get the cream dry before I can put the band-aid on." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well can't you wait instead of, er, well blowing on it?" I said, a blush creeping up my cheeks. He let out a soft chuckle. "Lilly, what's the matter? I've been this close to you before." he said, reading my mind.
I blushed a deeper red, remembering the kisses we shared. He finished putting the band-aid on. When I looked back down at Oliver, he was gone. Suddenly, I felt a pair of lips on my neck. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of it. I turned my head so I could kiss Oliver full-on. He grabbed my hand and lifted me up to a standing position. I pulled away for air and stared into his eyes. I never noticed how his eyes look like chocolate, and are just as irresistible. He grinned and pulled my in for another kiss. As he pulled me closer, he accidentally knocked my knee that wasn't covered yet. I let out a yelp and fell down at the pain. Oliver immediately sat next to me. "Lilly? Lil, are you okay?" he asked gently. I nodded. "You bumped my knee when…well, you know…" I trailed off in a whisper. "Oh Lil, I'm sorry. We should probably cover that one up."
He finished on my other knee in silence. Once he was done, he offered me his hand to stand. I grabbed it and stood shakily. I felt him try and pull away. I just laced my finger with his and looked up at him. He turned to me with an unreadable look on his face. I pressed my lips against his. My head immediately filled with fireworks. I pulled away a bit and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Oliver? Want to just go play cards in your room or something?" I felt his lips brush against my cheek when he nodded.
Still hand in hand, we walked upstairs to his room. He let go of my hand and I felt a sudden chill. He closed and locked his door. "In case Owen comes back." he explained. "Good idea," I whispered. I walked over to his dresser. He had all these little trinkets lining the wall above it on a shelf. I traced my finger across them subconsciously.
I felt two arms wrap around my waist and Oliver's chin rest on my shoulder. I couldn't help but lean back on his chest. "Hey, Ollie?" I asked. I felt him smile against my shoulder. It was probably because 'Ollie' was his childhood nickname. "Yeah, Lils?" he answered. "Are we…I mean, do you want to be…I mean…does this mean we're…you know, together?" I stumbled over my words, trying to get out what I wanted to say. "That depends," he said, burying his head in my neck, "do you want to be?" I heard him say, his voice muffled. "I think I do." I answered. He trailed kisses up my neck. "I know I do." he whispered into my ear. His warm breath made me shiver slightly. I turned around in his arms and looked at him. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. He smiled at me. I melted on the inside. I loved his smile.
"I'll be right back." I said. He reluctantly let go of me. I walked to the bathroom. I didn't really have to go but I wanted a moment to myself. I looked in the mirror. My makeup was slightly smeared from my fall and my hair was falling out of its ponytail. I took out the pony tail and let my hair fall across my shoulders. I ran my fingers through it to smooth it out. You could see the dark purple and silver streaks I put in it this morning. They actually didn't look all that bad against my light blonde hair. I had a slouchy sweatshirt on because it was cold earlier. I took it off to reveal a cute tank top. I hugged me a little but not so much that I looked whore-ish. I couldn't help but notice the little bit of fat rolling over my jeans. My jeans were hanging off my hips perfectly. Even though they were, I couldn't help but criticize myself. What if Oliver doesn't like how I look? I let out a soft sigh and opened the door again.
I walked back into Oliver's room, shutting and locking the door again. Oliver was sitting on his bed. I watched him look up at the noise. I saw him look me up and down, his eyes wide. I folded my arms across my body self-consciously and looked down. I heard him get up and walk towards me. I took a step back. "Lilly…?" he asked, apparently confused. "How can you stand looking at me? I'm hideous." I whispered softly. "Lilly! Where did you get an insane idea like that?" he said. "It's not an idea, it's true. Miley's prettier, why aren't you after her, like every other guy? She's much skinnier. I don't see what's so great about me. I'm just…Lilly. I skateboard, I slouch, I say 'boo-ya'. That isn't what would appeal to anyone as a girlfriend" I said, my eyes filling with tears. "Lilly stop it! I don't like Miley the way I like you, I like the fact that you skateboard, don't care if you slouch because so do I, and I think its cute when you say boo-ya. And you're not fat whatsoever." he said taking a few steps towards me.
I backed up. I hit the door, I couldn't go back anymore. Oliver moved closer and placed his hands on my hips. "Lilly, what's gotten into you?" he asked, concern lacing his words. I could sense him looking at me. I looked up. His face was almost annoyed but softened when he saw the tears in my eyes. He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. I leaned my head against his chest, giving in. "Shh…Lilly, you're perfect. I wouldn't want you any other way." he whispered into my ear reassuringly.
I pulled away from his arms. He gave me a hurt look. I grabbed a deck of cards off of his dresser and held it out to him with a hint of a smile on my face. He slowly started to smile and grabbed the deck. He sat cross-legged on the floor. I went and sat across from him. "Speed?" I asked. A devilish grin appeared on his face. "Of course." After we played about 10 games of speed it was 10:00pm. He won 9/10 games. I was impressed. "Want to watch a movie?" Oliver asked as I was picking up the cards. "Sure, which one?" I asked, not looking up. "How about 'The Holiday'?" he asked. "Great!" I said, putting the deck back on his dresser.
We got up and walked downstairs. While he looked for the dvd, I sat on the couch. Oliver popped in the movie and sat next to me. I took his hand and he smiled at me. The movie started and I got distracted. I loved how Oliver's hand felt in mine. I looked at our hands fitting perfectly together. Without realizing it, I started tracing his hand with my finger. Oliver felt it and looked down at me. I didn't know he was watching me until I looked up again. Our eyes locked for a moment. I blushed and moved my hand away from his, turning my attention back to the screen. Oliver put his arm around me. To get comfortable, I put my head on his chest. I felt him hold me a little tighter, resting his hand on my waist. Somewhere near the end of the movie, I fell asleep. I woke up to the credits playing. Oliver was stroking my hair. I turned my head slightly to look at him. He looked down at me and smiled. I sat up straight and smiled back.
I glanced at my watch, it was about 11:45pm (A/N idk how long the movie really was but pretend). "Hey Oliver?" I asked, yawning. "Hm?" he answered, half listening. "Do you want to get our beds set up?" I stood up and stretched. He nodded and followed me upstairs. I took my sleeping bag out of my bag and unrolled it while Oliver rummaged through his closet. He finally found his sleeping bag and laid it next mine. He grabbed the sheet from his bed and put it over out sleeping bags. I set my pillow down at the edge of mine and he did the same.
"So, do you want to go to bed?" I asked him. "Nah, want to play truth or dare?"he said hopefully. "Okay," I sat on my sleeping bag and he sat on his, across from me. "I'll go first, truth or dare?" I said. Oliver thought for a moment. "Truth." I tried to think of a good question. "How long have you liked me?" I asked. "Since about 5th grade." he answered shyly. "Truth or dare, Lil?" "Definitely dare." I answered, because I always pick dare. "Kiss me, with tongue." Oliver said triumphantly.
I stared at him for a moment, surprised. I slowly leaned forward. Oliver pulled me in impatiently and kissed me. He ran his tongue against my bottom lip and I opened my mouth a bit. The next thing I knew, we were kissing with tongue…and I was loving it! Oliver rolled on top of me, never losing contact with my lips. I couldn't think straight. He started playing with the edge of my shirt. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
We were both panting softly. "Oliver," I said in between pants. "Sorry, Lil, I got a little carried away." he said after getting his breath back. I was breathing normally again. "No need to be sorry, but we should take it a little slower than that, that's all." "Okay, I'm tired suddenly, do you want to crash?" he asked. "Sure," I said. We crawled under the sheet. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped his arm around me. I listened to him breath for a while. It was somehow calming. I had something running through my mind though. I wriggled out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. I silently went through his door and across the hall.
I opened his French doors and walked out on the patio. I leaned against the railing, breathing in the cool sea air. I felt someone behind me. I turned around. It was Owen. "Hey Owen, what are you doing?" I whispered so he could hear me. "Well I noticed you outside and thought you could use some company." he said. "Why would I need company from you?" I said, maybe a little too harshly. "Is this about earlier?" he said. Boy, he's just as donut-y as Oliver. "Yeah, it is." I responded. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't planning on making you cry." He took a step towards me.
I turned back around. "Fine, what do you want anyway?" I said harshly again. "Like I said, company." I felt his arm wrap around my waist. "Are you crazy? Get off of me, Owen!" I whispered loudly so I didn't wake Oliver. I tried to push him away but he gripped tighter. "Not until you give me a kiss." he said. I noticed his voice was slightly slurred. "Owen, have you been drinking?" I said, my whisper still a bit loud. "'Course not, babe." he said leaning towards me. God I could smell the liquor on his breath. "Owen, get away from me, you've been drinking and don't you dare call me babe. Ever." I said, my voice threatening to rise. That's when he turned my head firmly and kissed me. I tried to struggle away but he held me tight.
I heard a gasp. Oliver was in the doorway staring at us. I pulled away violently. "Oliver! He kissed me! Owen is drunk and I tried to stop him and he just…" my voice trailed off and I burst into tears. I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't stop. I ran all the way to my house, regardless that it was probably around 2:00am. I ran inside and shut the door. Thank god nobody was home. I ran to my bedroom and fell on my bed. I leaned against the wall hugging a pillow and just cried. I heard the door open. I pretended I was asleep. "Lilly?" I heard someone call.
It was Oliver!! He didn't sound mad though. I got up from my bed and went downstairs. Oliver was looking around for me. I cleared my throat and he turned to look at me. I couldn't bear looking at him though so I looked at the floor. "Lilly, please look at me. Please?" he asked quietly but hopefully. I looked up at him. I probably looked like a wreck. He walked towards me. I sat on the stairs and looked down again. He sat next to me. What he did next shocked me, he hugged me. I cried into his shoulder. I couldn't help it. I was afraid he hated me because of what Owen did. Oliver started stroking my hair. "Shh…" he whispered softly.
"I should have never left to go and think." I mumbled into his chest. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice still gentle. I explained the whole story to him and he nodded every so often. Once I was done I took a deep breath and risked a look at him. He took this moment as an advantage and kissed me. It wasn't a peck but we weren't making out either. We were just….kissing. I smiled into the kiss and felt him smile back. I pulled away slightly. "Oliver? What happened with Owen? What did you do?" I asked. "Lets just say I told him to stay the hell away from my girlfriend from now on." I smiled at him and snuggled into his chest. He held me close to him. "We should probably get back." I said. We stood up and he held me close again.
We walked back to his house and walked back upstairs. We ran into Owen in the hallway. "Lilly? Is that you?" he asked. "Well, duh, who else would it be?" I answered. "Well the running mascara and screwed up hair kind of hides your beauty." he said, turning on the charm, or trying to at least. I was about to say a witty remark when Oliver cut in. "I think she looks beautiful." He said then kissed my temple. I smiled and walked into Oliver's room. Oliver followed me and shut the door behind him. I laid down on my sleeping bag and Oliver did the same. I snuggled into his chest. He smelled my hair. "You smell like watermelon." he mumbled into my hair. I just smiled and went into a blissful sleep
Well that's the sleepover. I'll do the morning part next chapter. Again, sorry for the long wait guys! R&R
Cara