A/n: Thanks to my reviewers: Spencer-Sweetie, lilerin91, sweetcaroline, and Valx3 for the awesome reviews!

Disclaimer: The Smosh Genie would totally granted me my wish for the right to Hannah Montana, if only I knew where I could find him.

&&:: Chapter Seven::&&

'Hey Lilly! Oliver! Come on in. Where's Miley?' Josh asked as we walked in into his humongous house.

'She's at home. 24 hour cold I think…' I trailed off as I spotted HIM in the crowd flashing HIS followers that trademark 100 Walt smile HE'S famous for. I didn't even wait for Josh to strike up more conversation as I approached HIM. I thought you were behind me the entire way-I promise!-and you were following me…

HIS eyes literally lit up the room, and I couldn't help but feel as if HE was perfect…HIS smile managed to get even wider as I came towards HIM.

'Sup Lilly' HE said in, this look on HIS face was…Wolfish? Like a wolf staring down at his little lamb…But at the time I didn't think much of it…

'Sup,' I replied trying to act casual, 'It's awful that Miley couldn't make it today; You know with being sick and all.'

HE laughed softly, leaning down to whisper in my ear, 'Maybe it's fate.'

'Maybe' I say back and suddenly feel so thirsty that I stopped talking looking around for the punch, or cooler, or anything that would quench my thirst to I could pay full attention to HIM.

HE laughs once more, 'Thirsty?'

I nod, smiling thinking to myself He's perfect…"

"Jake's the father…" Oliver says interrupting my flash back, this look of woe written all over his face.

"Yeah…But that's not all of it Oliver" I try to explain to him, but he holds up a hand-A signal translating to Oken Out.

"I don't need to hear anymore, Lilly" he says softly, "We should be getting to bed. School starts again tomorrow…And it's two in the morning."

I look at his alarm clock the bright red digits blinking 2:15 over and over again, "Oliver. It's not like that. I mean…"

"Good night Lilly" he says this time without any emotion as he turns off the lights with a clap of his hands.

Darkness surrounds me as I can hear his soft breathing, and then the soft sounds of his snoring. I lay my head down on one of his pillows, taking a deep breath before I let my eyes close. Tomorrow would be a long day…

Sleep is always welcome, but tonight my dreams were plagued with my past. With the rest of what happened…I tossed and turned until I had finally become comfortable enough to sleep with no dreams at all.

Too bad, Oliver woke me up twenty minutes later, shaking me gently, "Lils. Wake up. Come on, you need to get ready"

His voice calls me from my dreamless sleep, and I groan as I sit up on the bed, rubbing my eyes. It was then that it hit me that I wasn't in my day old clothes, but a large tee-shirt (That wasn't mine) and the pink, yellow, and hot pink striped pajama bottoms I had brought with me in the bag.

"How…What…" Did I forget that I had changed? No…Oliver blushes slightly as he shrugs.

"Miley woke me up around five to see if you were here, and you were out, and so I thought you'd be more comfortable in sleeping clothes," he said, "Breakfast is ready when you are. Mitchel decided to do something other than lie around the house for a change."

I would have laughed at this, the Mitchel I knew as a child was a mean, narrastic teenager who also made fun of the kid that was Oliver, but I would have never thought it my life that Mitchel could make breakfast. But the memories of the way Oliver's face looked like yesterday stopped me.

"Thanks…For everything" I say as he starts out of the room, he nods but doesn't turn around, and the next second he's gone and I'm in his enclosed room.

Wow, that was weird to think about. I had only ever been in this room twice in my whole life of knowing Oliver-Once when he had the chicken pox and I came over to tell him I had it too, and once when Miley's mother died and I needed him to go comfort her. But today I was in his room, I had slept in his room…

I didn't want to get up, to face the world, I wanted just to stay here and block out all of what happened last night-Especially those brown eyes looking at me like…That!

Oliver had left out an outfit from my bag and had put it on the couch, and all I can think about is how he really needs to learn to how fold-The right way.

I dressed quickly into the black and white baby doll dress, and True Religion jeans. I slipped my feet into my black flip flops-Because those were the only ones that I had brought from home.

Oliver was leaning on the wall beside his room, when I came out, he smiled weakly.

Silence as we descended the stairs and heard the noise of Oliver's siblings in the kitchen. Oliver took his seat immediately, and I just stood not sure which seat I was supposed to sit in, staring at Oliver's family with a small smile as a greeting.

Mitchel, 24, was an older version of Oliver. That same big head, brown hair-but his was a little shorter, same goofy smile. The only difference was the color of his eyes. Mitchel's eyes were a hazel green, large and prominent, with extremely long lashes. Oliver had recently caught up height wise as they both were now reach 6".

Arrielle, 12, was a brunette with brilliant green eyes that looked too big for her small head. She was noisy, stubborn, and usually yelling-But that's the consequences of having three brothers. Though her personality is for masculine, she's a girlie girl at heart. Wearing cute little outfits, and matching shoes-She's a peach with a short temper.

Scottie, 8, was the little brother that you just loved to love-Unless you were related to him. Of coarse those chocolate eyes, long lashes, short spiky brown hair, and freckles dotting his face, made him look like an angel. But spend a week or two around him-And BAM!!! He's a demon with a sling shot.

Breakfast had been laid out on the table. Eggs, bacon, French toast, waffles, pancakes, and…Mitchel grins as he saw me pointing to an empty seat where a plate had already been made, "That ones for you."

A large piece of chocolate cake dripping with syrup had been placed on the plate where I was now to sit.

I let out a laugh, "Thanks."

Mitchel grins, and Oliver rolls his eyes, "He didn't make it. It came from Farm Fresh."

"You're just jealous because she likes him better," Arrielle retorts as she takes a huge bit out of her Belgium waffle.

Oliver throws a cold stare at his sister, to be met only with her cold glare, but continues to eat his breakfast in silence.

"Yeah! You're jealous!" Scottie says in a sing-song voice so loudly that we all look to him, "Because YOU like Lilly!"

Oliver's face turns scarlet, and I suppose mine does too because I can feel the heat in my cheeks again. Oliver barks a "He still wets his bed" that results in Scottie jumping onto his chair and throwing his eggs right at Oliver, whom dodges this and it hits Arrielle instead.

Both Arrielle and Oliver are fuming, and Mitchel is just laughing his head off…Well just until I pick up a handful of egg and throws it at him. Bulls eye. Ha!

Oliver grins with pride as Mitchel lets out a cry of rage, and humiliation, before he picks up his eggs and…WHAM!!! Right in my hair!

"Oliver!" everyone shouts at him, and he beams as only he and Scottie are egg free. But we fixed that problem, and soon we were all laughing as we took off to our separate areas to clean up, and little Scottie misses his bus by a minute or so.

Oliver manages to load up the kids in the back without much of a fight from the too-cool-for-school Scottie, and the supposedly now ill Arrielle.

The two chat idly in the back loudly and the sound of the radio blocked them completely from our silence.

"Are you going to tell him?" he asks out of the blue, and my stomach churns as last night's flash back comes popping up.