If it's not clear, they are toward the end of their junior year. Oh, and most of the reviews say 'Don't end it like the movie', well, trust me, I'm not stupid. There will only be 3/4 chapters involving the other storyline, then I'll keep it going, which probably gives away what she says, but I don't care. I hope this chapter is good, but midterms start on Monday, so I'm a little stressed. Anyway, enjoy and review pleez. xXACCEBXx

Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, well, NYEEH! So I can't think of anything! Shut Up!

K, now that that's over, on with the show! Ha, that was punny! K, I'm done…


Oliver heard a knock at his door. He knew who it had to be, he wasn't expecting anyone else.

He opened the door to see her standing there impatiently. She looked distraught. He mentally hit himself in the head. Of course she was distraught, she was moving to Finland in three days, which she had still failed to tell him to his face.

"Are you going to let me in?" she said impatiently. She was kinda mad at herself for thinking that he looked hot when he was sweaty after soccer practice. It was so...wrong.

"Sure, come on in", he said, pasting a smile on his face. Why the hell didn't she trust him?

"Um, Oliver, hey there's something I need to talk to you about…"

"Sure, but I just got back from practice, I'm gonna go take a shower and change, okay?"

"Sure Ollie…"

He really did need to change; he wasn't just avoiding the unavoidable. He went upstairs to take his shower.

Lilly sat on the couch, listening to the water running upstairs. She had so much she SHOULD be thinking about, but for some reason she couldn't get one image out of her mind.

For the first time in her life, she was trying to picture Oliver in the shower. Not just that, but she realized she was smiling. What the hell?

She wasn't perverted. This was the only time she had ever thought about ANYTHING like this. And Oliver, why Oliver? They were just friends, weren't they?

As if she didn't have enough to be confused about, now she had to question her feelings for her best friend. Perfect.

He came downstairs with his hair still wet and his clothes sticking to his body. She had to mentally slap herself.

He headed straight for the kitchen and she followed him. By the time she made it into the kitchen he was already taking a bowl out and putting it on the counter. He seemed intent on his task, so she leaned on the counter across from him.

"Oliver, this may be a stupid question, but what the hell are you doing?"

He turned around to face her, a box of brownie mix in hand.

"Making brownies. Can't a man make a batch of brownies in his own house?"

She rolled her eyes. He stayed intent on his task to keep his temper in check. He set to getting the milk and eggs and setting them on the counter.

Lilly decided that now was as good a time as any.

"Um, Oliver, can I talk to you about something?" she asked nervously.

"Sure Lilly Lou, what do you want to talk about?" he said as he finished pouring the milk. He opened the egg carton and picked up an egg. He was as ready as he'd ever be.

"Well Ollie, this is hard to say but…Ollie, I'm moving."

The egg cracked with more force than was necessary. Lilly noticed.

"To where, L.A. or something?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Actually, I'm moving to Europe. We're leaving Sunday morning…"

"Oh, well, that's great. That's really great", he said, putting a smile on his face. He was beating the batter with so much force that it was starting to splatter on the floor.

"I'm so sorry Oliver. I know—wait a minute. What did you say?"

"That's great. Really, I mean, it's Europe, not Antarctica. But you might want to pick up warmer clothes, I hear it gets cold. Unless you're moving to Spain or something…" Oliver was babbling to keep himself from crying.

"Finland, I'm moving to Finland…" she said softly. Her voice was turning sharp at his lack of caring.

"Oh, then you should definitely pack some sweaters, it gets cold there. And don't forget—"

"Oliver!"

"What?" he asked as he sat the bowl down on the counter. He licked the loose batter off of his fingertips.

"That's all you have to say? I'm moving to Finland and that's all you have to say?"

"No, well, I guess…" he started, not knowing what to say. "…Goodbye Lilly."

"Twelve years Oliver", she said. She took the spoon out of the bowl and flung it at his head. She missed, but she didn't wait around to figure it out.

The last thing she saw was his chocolate brown eyes. They were filled with shock, and something else she couldn't place. Hurt?

Oliver heard the door slam and sighed. That had not gone well. He went and cleaned up the mess from his unfinished brownies, including the spoon that lay on the floor where she had thrown it. As he picked it up, he let a single tear roll down his cheek.

He went out to the family room and put the DVD on that he had meant to watch with her. It was one of her favorites, When Harry Met Sally. They had watched it together so many times, he was hoping it would leave them with something good in a turbulent time like this.

It was less than halfway through the movie when he started crying, not really for the movie, but for her. She was leaving and he hadn't told her how he felt. There wasn't a point anymore. She was leaving him; probably forever.

His sob fest was interrupted by his cell phone. He hoped it would be her, or even Miley if it would get Lilly to stop hating him.

Instead it was his brother Scott.

"Hey O, what's up?" his brother's stereotypical jock voice amused him.

"Not much, where are you guys?" he said as his voice broke.

"U of C Berkley. What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I'm watching When Harry Met Sally and eating an entire bowl of brownie batter. Why?"

"Are you PMS-ing?"

He let out a short chuckle at his brother's lame joke.

"No. Scott, Lilly's moving."

"Oh no. Oliver. Where to? Seattle, Denver, Salt Lake City…"

"Helsinki"

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"I know I barely passed Geography, but isn't that in Europe?"

"You know it. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know O, I really don't know. Well, listen squirt, I gotta go, but if you need anything else…"

"Actually, do you think you could call me in sick tomorrow? I don't really feel like putting up with high school right now. The number is—"

"I'm good. I have it on speed dial." He could almost see his brother's grin.

"Thanks"

"Anytime bro. As of now you have a 48-hour bug. Just chillax."

"Did you just say chillax?"

"Yeah, you and the Lillster are bad influences." Oliver let out a sigh.

"Sorry O. Well I seriously gotta go. I'll see you in a couple of days, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks bro."

He hung up and proceeded to throw his phone into a corner of the room.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, though his thoughts were still weighing heavy on his mind.


Lilly taped shut the last of her boxes. Oliver hadn't been in school today. He had some stupid, made-up, 48-hour bug. Yeah right.

He couldn't even grow a pair to tell her he didn't want her to leave. Hell, maybe he did want her to leave. He probably wanted to make a move on Miley or something.

She carried the box downstairs and set it next to the rest of them in the foyer. She headed toward the kitchen where her mom was.

She took an apple off the counter and waited for her mom to turn around.

"Oh, Lilly! Are you done packing?"

She nodded, "The last box is taped and ready to go…to Finland."

It took a minute for her mom to realize what she had said.

"Are you sure sweetie? This is a big decision, and you have until tomorrow night…"

"I'm sure. I guess there's not much to miss here anyway."

"Oh come on Lilly, what about Miley and Oliver?"

"Miley is always on tour anyway, and Oliver told me to beat it. Aren't you supposed to be glad? I'm going with you and Adam."

"I know honey, and if this is really what you want, I'm overjoyed that you're coming with Adam and I. But sweetheart, is this really what you want?"

Lilly took a deep breath and nodded.

"I'm going to bed. It's been a long day."

"Alright, I'll let you sleep in tomorrow. You're going to have jet lag for the rest of the week so you might as well get one good night of sleep."

"Thanks mom, see you tomorrow."

Her mom kissed her cheek and she went upstairs. She slid into her sleeping bag and stared at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling until they became hazier and hazier. Slowly, she drifted off to a dreamless sleep.


It was Sunday morning. It was time to go.

She had spent the 8 hours she had actually been awake yesterday trying to memorize everything about her life in Malibu. She spent hours just staring at her room, her church, her school. She spent almost an hour staring at Oliver's house.

Now she was standing in her driveway in sweatpants and a t-shirt proclaiming the name of her school. She hadn't even bothered to put in her contacts this morning so she was wearing what Oliver called her 'naughty librarian glasses'. Her hair was in a messy bun. She knew she looked like crap, but the few people who were coming had seen her in worse shape.

As if on cue, Mr. Stewart's sports car drove up with Jackson in the passenger seat and Miley in the back. The engine turned off and they got out of the car.

Mr. Stewart came up to her and gave her a hug.

"Gonna miss you, Lilly. Good luck in Norway."

"It's Finland, and I'm gonna miss you too Mr. Stewart."

"I'm gonna go, um, talk to Adam I guess."

Jackson stood sheepishly behind his dad.

"HACK'I'mgonnamissyou'HACK!'

"Jackson?"

"What?"

"I don't speak whale."

He smiled and hugged her.

"I really am going to miss you…"

"Um, Jackson. Are you crying?"

He pulled away and wiped his cheek.

"No, of course not. Only girly men cry. And I'm not a…"

"Jackson?"

He started bawling and gave her another hug.

"It's okay Jackson, really." She patted him awkwardly on the back.

She handed him a Kleenex out of her pocket and he dabbed his eyes then blew his nose.

"I'm sorry Lils, I'm gonna miss you!"

"I'm gonna miss you too Jackson", he walked away, trying to regain his composure.

As he walked away, Lilly turned toward the car. Miley was leaning against it. She looked like she was about to cry. Lilly walked toward her and stood next to her, leaning against the car.

There was an awkward silence. Neither was prepared for this moment. They couldn't think of anything to say to each other.

Miley spoke up, "So…"

"Yeah…"

They looked at each other and started crying. They hugged tightly and refused to let go, but then slowly pulled apart.

"I never thought you'd actually leave. But I swear, on my next tour we're stopping in Hell!"

"Helsinki…"

"Whatever! Lilly, are you sure about this?"

Lilly hesitated but then nodded. She subconsciously looked across the street to Oliver's house. She saw something move in one of the windows. For a split second she thought it was him, but then decided it was the Oken's cat.

"Lilly, I don't think he's coming."

She turned to look at her best friend who was avoiding her eyes.

"Who isn't coming? I have no idea what you're talking about", she said as she looked at her foot which was tracing absentminded circles in the ground.

Miley continued quietly, "I called him last night and told him you were leaving at 7. I only got the answering machine though. I don't know what that boy thinks he's avoiding!"

At the last sentence she was yelling toward Oliver's house. Lilly followed Miley's eyes, but the view of the neat flower boxes was blurred by tears.

"He's avoiding me. I just wanted to say goodbye but…"

Miley looked over at her friend and tried to do a little damage control.

"Oh, Lilly! Maybe he just forgot, or he didn't get my message! This is Oliver we're talking about. Maybe he just overslept…"

Lilly wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"Yeah, maybe…" she looked at the time on her cell phone. 6:56. As if on cue, she heard the door to the house close.

She turned to see everyone on the front porch looking at her. She gave a weak smile and slowly moved toward the taxi that had been called. They buckled a sleeping Meghan into her car seat and her mom got in.

Adam went to get into the passenger seat, but paused to look at her. He gave her a weak smile with a look that was meant to say 'I'm sorry'. She nodded.

She hugged Miley one more time before getting in the car on the other side of the car seat. The driver started the car and pulled out of the driveway. She turned around in her seat to watch her house get smaller in the distance.

She was gone.