CHAPTER SEVEN

Confusions and Misunderstandings

Lilly's Point of View

"Lilly, come out, please!" Oliver yelled.

"Oliver, what do you want?" I replied.

"I really want to discuss what happened." His voice softened a bit.

"Well, too bad for you," I said. "I don't. I just want to forget it, okay? It was you who started the second one, anyway."

"But you kissed right back!"

"It was hard to think at that moment, okay? Look, could you just leave me alone?" There was no reply. I came out. "Oliver?"

He was sitting on his camping bag. Which was as huge as mine. We packed so many things, that we had to stop walking through the woods every ten minutes to rest because our bags were so heavy. That was before we got lost and we had to settle for that campground that we're in now. I sat down beside him. "Oh, what do you want?" Oliver said, not looking at me.

"I want to apologize," I told him.

"For what?" he asked.

"Everything that happened today," I said, looking up. I was getting cold. I pulled at my jacket to keep me warm.

Oliver sighed. "Me, too. You're right. Kissing is a mystery; there's no point discussing. Let's just forget it."

"I guess so," I said.

"Are you cold?" Oliver asked. Maybe he noticed me pull my jacket tighter. When I nodded, he put his arm around me. And no, there's no I don't think it has anything to do with romance. Or does it…?

"This is awkward…" I said slowly, and Oliver quickly took off his arm.

"Where do you think they are now?" Oliver said.

"Who?"

"You know, Miley, Jake, Jackson, and Mr. Stewart?"

"No clue," I replied, shrugging.

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere…"

"Of course they would. They wouldn't leave us here, would they?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, no." I sat up. "We've got to find them!"

"Lilly!" Oliver shouted after me as I ran around the woods in an effort to find them. "Wait up!"

I slowed down a bit to let Oliver catch up. When he did, I ran fast again.

We looked everywhere. But still, we didn't find them. "How big is this, anyway?" I asked Oliver as we neared out campsite.

"I don't know," Oliver replied, breathless.

Being the klutz that I am, I tripped on a log. Okay, so you don't believe that I'm a klutz because I'm a skateboarder. But I've learned to live my life as a klutz. "Oh, great," I muttered. "Another bruise to match the one earlier."

"Let me see," Oliver said. He rubbed the bruise.

"Ouch! Watch it!" I said.

Oliver blew air on the bruise, then grabbed another plaster strip from his first aid kit and covered the bruise. "Gee, Lil," he told me. "You're really costing me some plaster strips here."

I laughed. "Sorry. I knew I should've brought my own, but I didn't have time. You know how I always pack at the last minute."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, that's why I brought this." He waved the first aid kit. "I knew you wouldn't have time to get one."

"Aw," I replied. "Thanks a bunch!" I went to change my contacts, because the pair I was wearing were getting clouded. "Oh, no," I muttered.

"What?" Oliver, who has really clear vision, asked.

"I didn't bring extra contacts!" I replied hysterically. "Oh, my god, I didn't bring any contacts. What am I going to do?"

"Do you have your extra glasses?" Oliver asked.

I wrinkled my nose up. "Yeah, but you know how I hate wearing those," I said, taking my glasses and an untouched pack of gum from my pocket. I began chewing on my gum.

"Hey, watch it!" Oliver said, backing away from me when I blew up the gum near his face. "Well, it's wearing those glasses or nothing." Oliver took the glasses and put them on me. "See, it's not that bad."

I pulled out a compact mirror, still chewing. "Yeah, I guess."

"You actually look cute in them," Oliver told me.

I looked over at him. "You think?"

"No, I don't think so," Oliver said. I tilted my head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "I know."

"I guess I could wear them. But once I get home, I am so going to bring extra contacts in my pocket from then on."

"But you'll still wear your glasses, right?" Oliver seemed to like how I look with glasses on.

I laughed. "Yeah, when I'm next to a clown. Then we could compare how much people are going to laugh at us as they pass by. I'll win for sure."

"Come on, Lillian, it's not that bad, really," Oliver said.

"Easy for you to say, lopsided freak," I teased.

"Hey!" Oliver touched his nose, grabbed the compact from me, and looked. "People don't even notice it. So, it's like that now, huh?"

"Like what?" I said as a sly smile crept up Oliver's face and he began to tickle me. "Stop it!" I yelled, getting out of his grasp. I ran, and he chased me.

When he finally caught up, we fell down. I blew a bubble of gum, and when it was just about a centimeter away from his face, I popped it and chew again. "Watch it," he repeated.

I didn't reply. We just lay there, looking at each other. I didn't even notice when I accidentally swallowed my gum. My thoughts went back to the kiss immediately. And I thought of Oliver. There are a lot of things worth liking in him, but I just can't like him. He's my best friend. And that's that.

(A/N: As a reply to crazy4oliver's review, yeah, I guess you could say that their bags are huge. But Lilly brought a separate bag for the skateboards, and the radio is small. The coolers have a handle. But, whatever. So, how do you guys like this chapter? I was out of ideas, but I managed. As for co-writing a new story, just tell me your idea and maybe we could work it out. X's and O's, youngwriter2005.)