Chapter Six: Do You Love Me?

Oliver's House...

Oliver nervously paced around his room, about one hour ago he had sent a text to Lilly which told her about his feelings for her. He hadn't meant to reveal that much but he was worried and couldn't sleep, because every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. He really badly wanted to take it all back. Forget that he even she sent the message! He'd do anything to take it all back, even watch her spend a lifetime married to Jeremy instead of him. His anxiousness got the better of him and he picked up the phone dialed Lilly's number. And he heard her pick up.

"Hello?" He heard Lilly's voice.

"Hey Lilly." He had a difficult time finding the right words to say now that she knew about his feelings. "Its Oliver calling."

"Hey Oliver." Her voice sounded a little nervous. For a little while there was silence. To break the deafening silence, Oliver finally asked. "So, how are you?"

"I'm good." She replied.

"Thats good." He replied in a quiet voice. "So, how is Jeremy?"

"Hes okay, I guess." He heard her reply, if they were talking face to face she probably would have shrugged.

"I got your message." Lilly stated in a small voice.

"Oh?" Oliver blushed, ever since he called her, he knew that this topic would eventually brought up and now there was no avoiding it.

"I thought it was really sweet." Lilly said, trying to brighten up the situation.

"I'm glad you liked it." Oliver had to force the words out of his mouth. There was a weird silence between them for a few minutes until Lilly said

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I think I gotta go now." Oliver lied quickly and hung up. He felt relieved yet at the same time, he felt like a coward. Lilly was only trying to make things better for him, she was probably angry at him for being so insensitive and not replying to her question. Oliver collapsed onto his bed and sighed. When did life become so complicated? Why do teenagers have to go through so many problems? And why did God give us these stupid crushes?

Lilly's House...

Lilly stared at her phone with a very miserable face. Oliver, you idiot. She thought to herself. She hadn't meant to sound like she was confronting him, she just didn't want things to be weird between them. Unforunately, Oliver had the IQ of a loaf of bread. And he often mixed things up and made a big deal about nothing in particular. Lilly looked over at her bedside table and stared at a picture of her and a young Oliver. It was back from when Lilly was teaching Oliver how to skateboard. The two were only seven and were best of friends. The memory stood out in Lilly's mind, even after almost nine years.

"Ouch!" Oliver yelped as he fell off of his skateboard. Lilly dragged him up and said "Come on, Oliver. We haven't even got to the park yet."

By the time they got to park, Oliver was no better at skateboarding. He noticed a whole bunch of equipment and was very impressed at Lilly's skill. He watched her with great interest and ignored the other skaters, who were much better than her. Oliver then decided that maybe if he nailed a good trick, Lilly might fall in love with him. He went onto a ramp and tried to go down it, unforunately, he had no experience with ramps and his skateboard flipped and he fell right off.

"Oliver!" Lilly yelled with concern and ran over to him. Oliver wasn't too badly injured, but his arms were covered in bruises and he had a slight nosebleed. The nosebleed didn't bother Lilly, because Oliver got a nosebleed almost every day and she was long used to it. "You alright, Oliver?" Lilly asked him.

"I think I'm okay." Oliver replied in a confused tone. "What happened?"

"You tried to go on a difficult ramp and your board flipped." Lilly explained to him.

"Oh." Oliver replied and for a while there was silence between them.

"Hey Lilly?"

"Yeah, Oliver?"

"Do you love me?"

"That was one of the strangest skatepark visits, we ever had." Lilly smiled at the memory of Oliver looking at her with wide, hopeful eyes when he asked her if she loved him. "He was actually sort of cute. Sometimes I think he still is." Lilly quickly shook off the thought and remembered Jeremy's words. She sat down on her bed and thought for a while until the door slammed open and Jeremy walked in. "Hey baby, did you get the text I sent you?" He quickly lunged for her phone and a look of rage crossed his face as he read Oliver's text.

What do you think? Someone suggested I do some of Oliver's POV, so I tried my best. But at the moment, the story solely focuses on Lilly. Thanks for reading!

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