It was hot outside. Lilly Truscott gulped the remainder of her oversized glass of lemonade and dropped the empty plastic cup into the grass. Wiping the sweat from her brow, the seven-year-old fell onto the ground, her blonde hair splaying across the bright green grass. She closed her eyes as a cool breeze swept through the backyard.

"Boo!"

Her eyes snapped open and she squealed. A mop of shaggy brown hair was a mere inches from her face. "Ol-i-ver!" she giggled as his pudgy fingers tickled her sides. "Ollie, stop!"

she said, I was seven and you were nine

I looked at you like the stars that shined

in the sky, the pretty lights

Nine-year-old Oliver Oken huffed and sat up, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. "You know I hate it when you call me that," he said through clenched teeth, pushing some of his unkempt hair out of his eyes. "My name is Oliver."

Lilly rolled her blue eyes, sitting up as well. "It's called a nickname," she said matter-of-factly. "It's what you give people when you like them."

Oliver's eyes slid sideways, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, well, who says I like you?"

Lilly's eyes grew wide and her lower lip began to quiver. Oliver watched in horror as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I thought we were best friends!"

and our daddies used to joke about the two of us
growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

"Lilly," Oliver sighed. "I'm nine-years-old. Girls are gross!"

Lilly let out a sob, pulling her knees tightly to her chest and burying her face in her hands.

Biting his lower lip, he glanced back at the Truscott's patio where Lilly's and his mother were looking out at the two worriedly. Groaning, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Look," he whispered, "If you promise not to tell any of the boys at school, we can still be best friends, okay?"

Lilly sniffed and looked up. "Promise?"

He smiled. "I promise."

She smiled. "Can I call you Ollie?"

take me back to the house in the backyard tree
said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
you never did, you never did

He sighed. "When no one's around, you can call me Ollie."

Lilly grinned and wiped her eyes. "Okay, I'll be your best friend again," she said and Oliver sighed with relief. "On one condition." Her blue eyes were twinkling.

"What?"

"Kiss me," she whispered, her face inches from his.

"WHAT?" Oliver squealed, his voice jumping up several octaves.

Lilly giggled. "You heard me, Ollie."

Oliver smacked his head. "No way, Jose."

"I double dog dare you," Lilly challenged.

"Fine." He closed his eyes, puckered his lips and leaned forward.

Suddenly, he felt Lilly's hot breath tickling his ear. "You have to catch me first!"

take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
just two kids, you and I...
oh my my my my

Almost eighteen-year-old Oliver Oken slung his backpack over his shoulder and leaned back against the sea green lockers of Seaview High School. He tapped his foot impatiently, searching through the masses of people for a particular face.

Suddenly, that face was directly in front of him.

"Ten minutes," a rosy-cheeked, sixteen-year-old Lilly Truscott said, grabbing her best friend's wrist and glancing at his watch. "Give me ten minutes. I just have to go and grab my art project from the art room."

Oliver groaned. "Come on, Lil," he said, grabbing her wrist before she could sprint off. "It's spring break. Why do you need to work on your stupid art project anyway?"

The blonde-haired beauty rolled her eyes. "It's not stupid, Ollie," she said, wriggling her wrist from his grasp. "It's inspired. And it will only take me ten minutes to retrieve!" She sprinted off down the hall, blowing him a kiss on the way. "I love you, Ollie!" she yelled. "You're the greatest best friend, ever!"

I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
but your eyes still shined like pretty lights

Frowning on the outside, but grinning like crazy on the inside, Oliver fell back into the lockers and slid into a sitting position on the floor, shutting his eyes tightly. If he knew Lilly Truscott (and he did), she wouldn't be back for another twenty minutes at least.

"Dude, ask her already. She's only like the hottest girl at Seaview. She's going to get taken quick."

Oliver opened his eyes slowly and glanced down the nearly empty hall to see Chuck and Eli, two juniors talking in hushed tones. He rolled his eyes, feeling sorry for whomever the poor, defenseless girl was that they were discussing.

"She is really hot, isn't she? I should go find her," Chuck said, a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Lilly and Chuck: the hottest couple at the Seaview prom," Eli replied, slapping his friend a high-five.

Oliver felt a large pang of jealousy inside of him and before he could convince himself otherwise he was sprinting down the hall toward the art room.

"Ouch!" Lilly squealed as she fell to the floor with a 'thud.' "Jesus, Oken, learn to control yourself."

Oliver stuck his hand out and pulled her up so that she was standing only centimeters away from him. Keeping one hand laced with hers, he cupped her face with the other. "Go to prom with me," he said.

Lilly's blue eyes grew wide. "Wh-what?"

He gulped. Was this a good idea? "Lilly Truscott," he said slowly. "Will you go to prom with me?"

She smiled unsurely. "As… as your best friend?"

and our daddies used to joke about the two of us
they never believed we'd really fall in love
and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
and said oh my my my...

Before he could tell himself it was the wrong move, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. And just before he was about to pull away in embarrassment, she began to respond.

After a moment, he reluctantly pulled away, resting his forehead on hers. "No," he whispered. "Go with me as my girlfriend."

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked as he pulled his beat-up truck into the Truscott driveway. "You haven't said a word the whole way home."

Lilly shook her head, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "I'm fine," she said, pursing her lips firmly.

Oliver sighed as he put the car into park. "I'm not an idiot, Lil, I know that something is wrong."

"Look," she sighed, her blue eyes beginning to get watery. "I just think that if you're going to invite me to a party and ignore me all night, you shouldn't have even bothered to invite me."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "I didn't ignore you."

"Yes, you did." Lilly argued, shaking her head.

"Well, even if I did," Oliver began, running a hand through his mop of brown hair, "I haven't seen my friends in, like, three months. Forgive me for wanting to spend time with them."

take me back to the creek beds we turned up
two A.M. riding in your truck

and all I need is you next to me

"You're absolutely right, Oliver," Lilly said, a tear slipping out of one of her eyes. "You haven't been home for three months. You haven't seen anyone from Malibu in that long, and that includes me. I'm sorry for thinking that being your girlfriend meant something."

She sniffed and tucked a loose ringlet behind her ear, reaching for the door.

"You know it means something, Lilly," Oliver sighed, rolling his eyes. "Stop being such a drama queen. Grow up already."

Lilly's jaw dropped. "I think the only one here who needs to do any growing up is you, Oliver," she said quietly, before slamming the door and running into her house.

take me back to the time we had our very first fight
the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight
you stayed outside til the morning light
oh my my my my…

"Lilly," Mrs. Truscott said the next morning, patting her daughter's shoulder gently, "Why don't you go to the beach… do some surfing. It's not going to do you any good to sit inside of this house all day."

Lilly sighed. "Alright," she said softly, grabbing her hoodie and pulling it over her head. She trudged to the door and stepped outside. As she was closing the door, her eyes fell onto the beat-up, red pick-up truck that had yet to move from the spot in which Oliver had parked it the night before. She chuckled quietly to herself as she noticed the shaggy-haired brunette sleeping against the steering wheel.

She jogged to the window and tapped on it lightly. Oliver jumped and then rubbed his eyes groggily, turning to look at Lilly in surprise. Lilly opened the door. "Hey," she said quietly, her eyes downcast.

"Hey," he replied. "Lilly, you don't have any idea how unbelievably sorry I am. I was so stupid last night. You're right, I was ignoring you and I don't even know why. I didn't miss any of those people while I was away at college, but you? You I missed like crazy. And when you said I needed to grow up, you were totally right, I do. I did. I'm so sorry and I-"

Lilly giggled and placed a finger on his lips. "Just shut up and kiss me already."

Oliver jiggled his knee nervously as he sat at the counter at Rico's.

"Calm down, Oken," eighteen-year-old Rico said, rolling his eyes. "What's the matter with you?"

Oliver shrugged. "Just get me a smoothie," he said, glancing around for a sign of Lilly. "I'm fine. I'm fine."

Rico rolled his eyes again and turned away.

"Sorry I'm late!" Lilly said breathlessly a moment later as she slid into the seat next to Oliver. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "But you know how busy life is for a college graduate and working woman like me."

Oliver grinned. Lilly was extremely proud of her recent degree from USC, as was he. His face suddenly paled as he remembered the news he had to give. "Lilly," he said, taking her hands in his, "I have something really important to tell you."

Lilly got a sudden look of worry on her face. "We're not breaking up, are we?"

Oliver shook his head. "No! At least, not unless you were planning on it!"

She sighed, relieved, and giggled. "Not at the moment, no, but make a wrong move and I'm telling you to hit the road." She giggled again.

Oliver smiled and rolled his eyes. Gulping, he took her hands in his. "I got into law school at Columbia," he blurted quickly, his eyes focused so intently on hers that he was practically burning a hole into her skull.

Her eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth as if she were going to speak, and then closed it again. She furrowed her brow and took a deep breath. "That's amazing, Oliver," she said quietly. "That's really amazing."

"It's in New York," Oliver told her quietly, as if she didn't know.

She nodded as her lower lip began to tremble, tears threatening to spill from her blue eyes. "I know," she whispered. "And New York is a really, really long way away from Malibu."

Oliver pressed his thumb lightly to her cheek, wiping a tear away. "That's why," he whispered, "I want you to come with me."

a few years had gone and come around

we were sitting in our favorite spot in town

when you looked at me, got down on one knee…

Lilly's eyes snapped up to meet his. "You want me to move to New York with you?"

Oliver smiled and nodded, pressing his lips to hers lightly.

She took a deep breath as she watched him stand up from his chair. Her eyes grew wide. "As… as your girlfriend?"

Grinning, he kneeled, presenting her with a small, velvet jewelry box. "No," he said, before he could convince himself he was making a mistake, "Go with me as my wife."

and I'll be eighty-seven, you'll be eighty-nine

I'll still look at you like the stars that shine

in the sky, the pretty lights

oh my my my my…

A/N: I hope you liked this one-shot! I have a Christmas-y one planned soon, so be on the look out for that! Also, this one (as you can tell) was slightly AU, since Oliver and Lilly are the same age in the show. Read and review, please!