A/N: ok so please don't hate me for last chapter (or this one either)...I promise lolliver isn't over yet(: also, thanks to believeinlove08 for reviewing every chapter, and props to 506thpir for "prediciting the future"...read&review please!

Chapter 6

I pulled up to the door of the playground, searching for Connor. I saw him bending over the same stone as he had when I left him.

"Hey," I said reluctantly, walking up to him.

"Hey," he repeated, turning around and standing up to greet me.

He started to saw something, bur I cut him off. "Look. I'm sorry for running off on you before…I was just caught off guard."

"It's ok," he sighed. "I probably shouldn't have sprung something like that so quickly onto you. I better get, going though, I'll see you around."

He started to walk off, but I grabbed him by the arm. "I'm not done. I agree with you."

"What?" He asked.

"I like you, Connor. As a guy, not as a friend."

"Oh," he spat out, looking around, and an uncomfortable silence briefly descended on us.

"Well, that's good then," he finally said. "Because I don't want to lose you, too."

It felt wrong to go back to see Oliver, like I had betrayed him. Instead, the nest day Miley and I went to the beach. I had meant to bring up the Connor situation all day, but by the time dinner rolled around, I still had yet to talk to her.

"So, I was thinking that we could just grab some stuff from Rico's for dinner, and then we can head over to the concert," she said, describing our plans for the Hannah concert tonight.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Sounds great."

She randomly stopped walking, and turned to face me. "What is it, Lily? Spit it out already!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You call me this morning asking to do something, and for the first time all summer long you don't go to see Oliver. So I take you to the beach, but all days it's been 'Yeah, sure' or some other bull shit answer. What happened?" She burst out.

"Umm," I stumbled, completely taken aback. "It's just…Connor asked me out and I said yes."

She looked at me in shock, then an expression I couldn't decode. "Oh, Lily! I'm happy for you," she sighed. "It's good that you're moving on."

"You think?" I questioned earnestly.

"Yeah," she sighed, but I could hear the overtones of doubt. "And I have something to tell you too!"

"What?" I asked; glad to get away from the uncomfortable situation.

"Jake and I got back together," she squealed. "Now we can double!"

"Awesome!" I replied back sarcastically. That was just what I needed.

I was sitting backstage as Lola when I heard Jake and Miley approaching. Not wanting to intrude, I quietly slipped into the side room as they walked in.

"You did great out there," I heard Jake compliment Miley.

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Of course I did. Did I mention how hot I think Hannah is?" He flirted, and I desperately hoped this wouldn't turn into one of their make out sessions.

"Seems to have come up a couple of times," she responded, and I heard her kiss him quickly. "But the whole thing with Lily…I don't know, Jake, it's just been bothering me ever since she told me."

What? She said she was glad I said yes!

"Well what's up with this whole Connor guy?" He inquired. "Is he actually a good guy, or just some punk?"

"No, no, he's actually pretty nice," I heard her defend him. "It's just…I don't think she's over Oliver, I just think she's tired of waiting."

"Well, at some point you just got to let her make her own decisions, Miley. She's a big girl now," he joked.

"I know…I'm just scared, what is she going to do when he wakes up?"

What did she mean, what was I going to do when Oliver woke up? Did she think I would just drop Connor and run? Of course not. I'm with Connor now; that's how things would stay. It didn't matter if he woke up in the next minute, I was over him.

I had my first date with Connor the next day. He was taking me to the summer fair in another part of the city. I was excited, and determined to prove Miley wrong.

We left at 4 that afternoon, and because of all the traffic it took us an hour to get there. Soon enough, though, we were inside and the festival was in full force.

He bought me some tickets and we walked around and rode rides for most of the afternoon; it was fun, but it felt like I was just out with a friend.

That changed, though, when we walked down the boardwalk to watch the fireworks.

"You ever been to the fair before?" He asked me as we waited for the show to begin.

"Nah," I told him. "I always wanted to go, but I never got the chance. You?"

"Yeah, a couple years ago…" He answered, trailing off. "You'll love the fireworks, though. They're spectacular."

As soon as he started describing them to me, a hush fell over the beach as they started up. He put his arm around me, and we watched the lights fall over the ocean.

We left after that, because he had agreed to come in later that night at the hospital. I told him he could just drop me off there, and we headed over.

"Well, this is it," he said as we reached Oliver's room, whom I had come to check up on. "I had a good time tonight."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Me too."

He leaned in and quickly kissed me on the lips, but I held him in the soft embrace slightly longer than he expected. I missed physical contact, something I had been void of for months.

As he pulled out, I saw him smile before turning around and walking away. I couldn't help but grin as I slowly stepped into the doorway.

That expression quickly leaped off my face, though, when I saw Oliver staring back at me, crestfallen and awake.