Author Note: I got some pretty cool feedback from you guys. I heard all the things that I was hoping ya'll'd say. So I appreciate everything and everyone. You guys are awesome. I hope you enjoy this part. There's a second part to this but I just wanted to see what everyone thought of the second chappy so far! The title comes from Jack Johnson. E N J O Y!

Chapter 2

Inbetween Dreams

I was sleeping, dreaming some unrealistic dream where Lilly told me she was sorry that she tackled me. I should have known it was a dream; we never told each other we were sorry. It was a silent battle to see who was the best. The best at what, I always wondered, but it was just another thing to be a contest between us. And with contests, you didn't ask questions.

The dream soon faded as my body began to wake me up. My covers had somehow ended up on the floor, and I lay draped over my whole bed, my feet dangling off the bottom. The sun streamed in through my window and it was really getting on my nerves. I'd obviously overslept, and I was in no hurry to get up.

"Wake up, Oken!" some firmilar voice yelled, bursting through my bedroom door.

Speak of the devil.

My head shot up as she came through the door, my vision all blurry and the sun blinding me, giving me an instant headache. As if I didn't already have one standing infront of me.

Lilly stood, her hands on her hips giving me a look of 'tsk, tsk'.

Give me a heart attack why don't ya?

Did she really think I was getting up?

She did realize who I was, didn't she?

I allowed my head to drop back onto my pillow and turned my face away from her.

Maybe if I couldn't see her, she couldn't see me.

"Ol-i-ver Ok-en!" she exclaimed, sitting on my back and bouncing me up and down with each syllable. Did she not realize I was sleeping?

Obviously not.

My back popped as she bounced and she was beginning to tick me off. She had a tendency of doing that, especially early in the morning.

I muttered something to the affect of 'Go Away'. Words didn't form perfectly when I first woke up.

"You bore me," Lilly said, finally getting up.

Thank you God. Maybe she'd finally go away.

I looked up at her, expecting her to leave. Boy, was I stupid.

"Put some clothes on, woman," Lilly said, picking up a random shirt from my floor and chucking it at me. Clean or not.

It landed beautifully on my head and hung there, suspended in my face. I think they call this payback.

She was such a doll.

"Gee, thanks, Lils," I exclaimed sarcastically, sitting up and pulling the Citizen Cope t-shirt over my head. Why did I always give into her?

I would have to work on that.

"What time is it?" I asked. Everyone else had probably been up for hours. It was summer time and it was my yearly ritual to throw my alarm clock out the window the last day of school. If you looked out of my window, all of them were in a neat pile behind the palm tree beside our house.

"Eleven o' clock, Oken. Now, come on you lazy bum, get out of bed and let's go do something," she begged, plopping down beside me on my bed and giving me the 'puppydog' face.

I smiled at her. I couldn't resist it.

She giggled as I pushed her face back, the palm of my hand the whole size of her face.

"It's a wonder I put up with you, Truscott," I joked, slipping on my plaid shorts, also found on the floor. I stumbled around before I managed into them. Lilly thought this was absolutely hysterical and fell back on my messy bed, clutching her stomache. She sounded like a chickmunk when she laughed.

"Excuse me? I'm the one that has to put up with your Wasabe Sneak Attacks. I swear I haven't been able to taste anything since," she said once she'd calmed herself.

Which took, like, a whole twenty minutes.

"Yeah. Sorry about that," I said insincerely and she knew it, giving me a look. "If you hadn't of tackled me face-first into the floor, the whole thing could have been avoided."

I was always good at finding ways to put the blame back on her.

"You're crazy, Oliver Oken," Lilly laughed, sitting down at my computer and picking a song from iTunes.

"I'm sexy what?"

"Not what I said. Nice try, though," she giggled, as 'The Great Escape' trickled out of the speakers. It was her 'new favorite song' and I'd heard nothing but that for the past few days. I knew every single word of her weekly 'new favorite song's' by heart. She played them wherever music could be found.

Ricos.

My House.

Her House.

Miles House.

In the car.

In my room.

On her iPod.

On my iPod.

And...

I think that's it.

I laughed and threw a pair of underwear in her face. Which sent me into a fit of hysterical cackling. It's a wonder I didn't wet myself.

Truly.

She looked as if a cockroach just ran across her face.

Priceless.

Someone tell me where my camera was...

"Oliver Oscar Oken! I think I'm going to throw up...I hate you I swear!" she exclaimed, quickly tossing them clear to the other side of my room.

I was so good. Should I bow?

"No you don't," I told her bluntly. She glared at me and turned toward my computer in a pout, her back turned to me.

"Oh my god! Oliver! You have Leann Rimes?" I heard her bust out laughing through the fog of my intense gloatting. She turned from the iTuned screen to face me.

I instantly reddened.

"No! Of course not!" I tried to defend myself and saw the look on her face that I could never lie to. "Ok. Maybe I have one or two, but 'How Do I Live Without You' is a classic, Lils, c'mon!"

"Yeah, sure, Pansy...I-I mean, Oliver," she said, turning back to my computer.

"You're hysterical," I said sarcastically. "You should be a comedian."

"I know, right!" She exclaimed in an extra-girly voice.

I couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes, Lilly was actually pretty funny. But only sometimes.

'Cause I was definitely the funniest.

"Ok...let's see. Who sings 'Ain't No Reason'?" she asked, starting a game of Guess That Song.

That was one thing she always beat me at. I sighed and ran a hand through my Beatles-cut hair.

"Um...B...starts with a B...ah,"

It was on the tip of my tongue.

Really!

"Rhymes with The Mets and winnin',"

Thank goodness she took pity on me and gave me a hint.

"Brett! Brett...Den-Dennen!" I exclaimed, pointing my finger at her. Wow, I was so good. Someone give this guy an award.

"Yay! Right!" she smiled. I loved it when she got all excited over me. "Ok, next. 'Always Love'. And no hints this time, Oken."

"Oh my god! Are you sure these are on my iPod? I have nada clue!" I told her, throwing my hands up in the air. I flopped back into my bed and reached over to my bedside table to find my bouncy ball. I started chucking it at the ceiling and catching it as it came back down.

"That was it! You just said it!" Lilly screamed, almost jumping out of the desk chair. She got so into this game. Her excitement destracted me and the bouncy ball landed on my face, almost giving me a black eye.

"What? Nada clue?" I groan, rubbing my eye.

"No! Not clue! Nada 'what's-you-favorite-thing-to-do'..." I thought she said 'no hints', but hey, I wasn't complaining.

"Kick your butt?" I knew by the look she gave me that it was obvoiusly not the right answer. I snickered at her," Ahh..I don't know...surf?"

"Yes! You got it!"

"Nada Surf? What kinna freak name is that? What ever happened to the one word, simple bands? Kiss, Queen, Boston, Sting? People are so unoriginal these days," I said, going back to my rhythmic throwing of the bouncy ball.

"Oliver. That doesn't even make since. Gah, you're such a boy!" Lilly exclaimed, clicking on a different song.

"Nah duh, Lils," I told her. She was such a girl. "And it makes all kinds of since,"

"Whatever," she muttered, her head resting on her hand, "Ok, 'Stranger's in the Night',"

"Oh! I know this one! My mom made me download it...That-that dead guy! Franky or something," I said, sitting up suddenly at my immense song knowledge.

"What are you talking about, Oken? It's Bert Kaempfert!" Lilly told me, giving me a 'you're the stupiest person on the planet' look. I tended to get those a lot.

"You're lying! I remember this one 'cause his last name's weird! It's Franky Santa -or something! How much you wanna bet?" I almost jumped up from the bed in my defense.

"Five bucks," Lilly held out her hand for a sealing-bet handshake.

"Five bucks!" I slapped her hand and we both shook on it.

We both looked intently at the computer as Lilly pulled up the song.

Bert Kaempfert

"Ha! I knew it!" Lilly exclaimed, bolting up from the chair. "Now gimme my five bucks, Loser!"

I really hated her.

"I haven't gotten my allowance yet," I muttered, turning away from her and crossing my arms.

"You liar! You're just mad you were wrong! Hand it over!" Lilly said, holding out her hand.

"I don't have any right now! I'll give it to you later, Lils,"

Whatever it took for her to leave me alone.

"Yes you will," Lilly threatened, or at least attempted to. I glanced at her and laughed to myself.

Sure.

Whatever.

"You're such a baby," she told me. "And I'm hungry, we're getting some b-fast," she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the door.

Well that was simple enough.

Sometimes she was a big mystery to me.

I let the cool breeze from the opened fridge flow into my face. California summers were the hottest. As soon as we'd gotten downstairs, the heat had nearly knocked us over. I was already getting pit stains. I guess that's what happens when you forget to put on deoderant in the morning.

"Oliver? What are you doing?" Lilly asked me questioningly. I suddenly realized where I was. My whole head was shoved inside the refridgerator, sitting right next to the hamburger meat we were going to have tonight. The heat made everyone crazy.

"Nothing...just looking for the waffles," I exclaimed, only for my cover up. We had no waffles.

"Your mom doesn't buy waffles, Oken," she told me, folding her arms. Little Miss Know-it-all.

What was she? A resident?

Well, she pretty much was.

"Oh! That's right! No wonder I couldn't find them!" I said in a fake laugh. "Silly me!"

She just rolled her eyes and helped herself to the cold Pizza Hut pizza from two days ago. I quickly got the second and last piece before her bright pink nailpolished fingers could grab it.

"Hey! I wanted that!" She protested, the beginnings of a puppydog face starting on her lips. I tried not to look at her. I knew I'd give in.

"Really?...hm," I took a huge bite. "I guess you'll have to catch it!" And with that I dashed out of the kitchen, out the front door and onto my skateboard.

I swear. I amaze myself daily.

Ok this is the first part of the next day. I hate fanfics that have them both falling madly deeply truly inlove with each other and its obvious that they'll end up together. That's not how bestfriendships turn into more. I decided to take matters into my own hands and write the story I've always wanted to read. I hope ya'll enjoyed this one as much as the last! R E V I E W NOW...