(Lilly's POV)
I woke up the next morning only to find the bright sunlight shining through my window. I was relieved it was Saturday though, since I wouldn't have to attend school. I turned to my left to take a peek at the clock and found it was 9:07. I slowly but surely pulled the covers off of me and stepped down onto the carpeted floor. I walked over to the mirror and starting from my feet, I looked over myself, my eyes moving up with each blink. I had these slutty-looking shorts on and a matching, also slutty-looking, white camisole. When my eyes reached my eyes...woah that sounded really weird. What I mean is, when my eyes strolled up the mirror and looked directly into my eyes, I sort of jumped a little. I guess you could say I had forgotten about the aftermath of the punch. I looked awful, hideous even. I mean come on, I even scared myself. As if I weren't ugly enough before. There was this purple circle around my eye, it looked as if I had put a little too much eye shadow...okay so like 20 pounds too much. There was no way I was leaving this house looking like this. I took a deep sigh, knowing there was nothing I could do about the current situation, and went downstairs after brushing my hair and teeth. I went directly into the kitchen and saw on the refrigerator was a note from my mom. It read,
"Hi Lilly. Dad, Courtney, and I went to look at a college around the area. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I forgot the date," I paused for moment, thinking that my mom always forgets everything, and then continued reading, "We hope you are feeling okay. We should be home around 2. Call if you need anything. Love, Mom." Ugh, well at least I'll have the house to myself. The doorbell rang and I left the kitchen to answer it. I turned the lock and opened the door and there was Oliver whose bright smile turned into a frown.
"Hey Oliver. What are you doing here?"
"I just came to see how you were feeling. You look awful." Oh, way to make me feel better.
"Gee, thanks."
"I mean your face looks bad." I gave a hurt look and he quickly added,
"I mean your eye looks terrible." That didn't exactly cheer me up so the hurt look didn't go anywhere.
"I mean..." I cut him off. I laughed a little inside my head and said,
"Oliver, I know what you mean. That's why I'm not leaving this house ever again." He was about to say something when I saw his eyes lower and sort of bulge out of the sockets. I was going to ask what, but then I looked down and remembered what I was wearing. I immediately felt uncomfortable and I saw Oliver was struggling for words as well. I guess it is a little weird seeing your best friend like this.
"Sorry..um..I'll.."
"Don't apologize." He said with a smirk. I think Oliver didn't even realize what he was saying until he slapped a hand over his mouth.
"I mean...uhh...it's...umm..."
"Ummm...why don't I go change...or were you not planning on staying?" I asked.
"Uh..y-yea..i-if y-you want." I could tell he was embarrassed about the comment he made. Sure you'd think I would be flattered, but I know that Oliver, being Oliver, would say something like that about any girl wearing this.
"Okay. Why don't we go upstairs?" Oliver just nodded and followed me up the stairs. I could sort of feel his eyes on my butt since the shorts were so tight, but I just let it go.
(Oliver's POV)
WWWWOOOOWWWW. Lilly looks so friggin hot in those pajamas. I am like speechless.
"..."
(Lilly's POV)
When we reached my room, Oliver sat down on my bed and I went into the bathroom and changed. I returned wearing jean bermuda shorts and a halter top. I sat down onto the bed next to Oliver and felt a rush of pain flow to my eye. I screamed a quiet,
"Ahhh!" I guess I pulled Oliver out of his trance because he responded with an even louder,
"AHHH!" That scared me so I gave another,
"AHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"Why are you screaming?" I asked in a completely normal tone. Oliver got this confused look on his face and said,
"Why are you screaming?" Then at the same exact time we both said,
"Because you were screaming!" We then smiled at each other and I said,
"I screamed at first because my eye was hurting. I should probably get some ice..." He cut me off.
"I'll get it for you." I smiled at him and replied a quick thanks before he went downstairs. If Oliver was not my best friend I definitely wouldn't let him see me like this. I thought it didn't really matter though, considering he has seen me naked...ewww no, when we were like three.
He returned shortly after and handed me the ice. I placed it gently on my eye and he questioned,
"Hey, do you want to go to the beach?"
"Are you kidding me? I can't go out like this."
"Oh come on. You look fine."
"Oliver, you said so yourself I looked ugly and I'm not going to disagree with you."
"I never said ugly."
"You know what I meant."
"You think you're ugly?"
"Well, I'm certainly not pretty. And now, to top it all off I have this gross black eye."
"Lilly, how could you even say that you're not pretty?"
"Um...I don't know. Because it's the truth, perhaps?"
"You're crazy."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Wait. Why am I crazy?"
"You're definitely pretty Lilly."
"Look, I know we're best friends and every thing and you're just trying to make me feel better, but it isn't going to work. No one in their right mind could think I look pretty like this."
"Well then maybe I'm using my left."
"What?"
"Lilly, you can't say you're not pretty."
"I just did."
"Well don't."
"Oh yeah, well if I was so pretty then why would my boyfriend cheat on me, huh?"
"...because he was an ass."
"No...he knows he could do better," I looked down and then continued, "Oliver, I have come to accept it that no matter how hard I try, there will always be someone better. I am never going to be pretty enough, or smart enough, or nice enough, or just good enough. No matter how much I care about someone or love someone, there will always be someone that person loves and cares about more. I've learned to live with it and maybe you should too." I looked up to find Oliver looking...angry. His face was filled with pure anger.
"Lilly, you know that's not true."
"Why do you care so much?"
"...because you're my best friend."
"Then why do you seem so mad?"
"I'm not."
"You sure seem like it."
"I'm not mad!"
"Why are getting so angry?"
"..."
"Well..." Oliver shot his hands up and shouted,
"Are you freakin blind Lilly? You're the most beautiful girl in the world!"
A/N- Sorry I didn't update in two days, I was just hoping for some more reviews. I only got four (tear, tear..haha jk). But, I am happy to know that at least some people are still interested so thanks again. This story still has more chapters so don't think in the next chapter they're going to get together and kiss and be boyfriend and girlfriend and live happily ever after..lol..or was I not supposed to tell you that? Oh well. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please review. They mean the world to me. Well, thanks again, much love, Val.