A/N-Hey guys(: Callie, here. Here's chapter two! Hope y'all like it. I had so much fun writing it. Lol. Enjoy(:

Disclaimer- I don't own anything except Earl and Edna Lemin.

Chapter 2

"Town Tour"

Edna stood there shocked that they knew each other. "You two know each other?" She decided to say.

"Oliver and I went to school together back in California, grandma. He moved away a couple years ago, and I hadn't seen him since."

"I see. Well, then." She clasped her fingers together, and put her hands down on her apron. "I suppose you need her show her around the ranch, Oliver." She said sweetly, then turned to her husband. "Earl, conference time in the kitchen."

The Lemins kindly walked back into the house and shut the screen door.

"Alrighty, Lilly. This is the-" Oliver began, but was shut up by a sensation coming from his arm. She hit him. "Ow, what?!"

"You haven't spoken to me since the day you left. You didn't even tell me where you were moving to! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Lilly threw her hands in the air.

"I sent you a text message while I was on the plane!" He defended himself. "It said where I was going!"

"How do I know you're not lying?" She asked, her arms crossed against her chest. He pulled a cellphone from his back pocket and dialed a few things. "Look."

He shoved the phone in her face and she read what was on the screen.

Status: Sent
Destination: Lillian Truscott
Date: 6/25/07
Time: 5:47 am

Lilly, If you need me, I'll be in Fayetteville, Tennessee.
It's about two hundred miles away from where Miley is.
We'll be listed. Call me.
Bye, Oliver."

Her jaw dropped in shock. "Oliver, I never got this text."

"I sent it directly to your phone. Straight out of my call log." He said. She looked at his cellphone's phonebook. There were lots of names on here, but she flipped to find her own. "Lillian Truscott – 555-6403"

"Well, that is my number." She said, narrowing her eyes. "Hmph." She scrunched up her face in thought, trying to remember what happened the day after he left. Well, it was sent at 5:47 in the morning. So, obviously, she was asleep. Who came over that day? Oh, right! Ashley did!

Lilly was asleep in her cozy bed, when she was woken up by someone tugging on her nightshirt. "What? What? Leave me alone!" She mumbled into her pillow.

"Lil!" The voice called. "Lil, wake up!"

Lilly strained, then finally shifted over and woke up to reveal Ashley looking over at her. She sighed and rubbed the sleep from her left eye. "Ash, what now?"

Ashley sat on the edge of her bed, and pulled Lilly's stuffed giraffe, Dr. Bobokins in her lap. "I just came over to check on you. You sounded really upset last night online. I was worried about you all night."

"What time is it?"

Ashley glanced at the clock. "Around noon."

"Oh, god. Oliver." She whispered, burrying her face in her hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait just a dadgum second. Is that what this is about? Mr. Wannabe-Jock has you this upset? Lil, come on!" Ashley playfully hit Lilly's leg. "Lil, do you love Oliver?" Ashley asked, changing the joking mood into a concerned one.

"Maybe, I dunno." Lilly groaned, falling backwards and shoving her head under a pillow. Ashley stood up, and put Dr. Bobokins back. She walked to the nightstand and began messing with her stuff. "Well, I am gonna be at the mall until four so if you wanna hang-" She was cut off when she saw Lilly's cellphone. She saw that the front screen said, "NEW TXT"

But you all know Ashley, she had to peak while Lilly was hidden. But she had to cover the silence. She picked up her cellphone and opened it. "-just call me and I'll meet you in the foodcourt, 'kay?"

She pressed, "Okay" and the text came up. It was from Oliver. She read it silently, and glanced up. Oliver's in Tennessee. Wait, she doesn't want to loose her best friend to some guy. She glanced at Lilly, then back at the text. She licked her lips, and clicked "Options" and "Delete".

Because of one button, Lilly would never know where Oliver was...until now, of course.

"Ugh!" Lilly exclaimed. "What?" Oliver asked, taking his cellphone away from her.

"Ashley deleted that message!" Lilly whined, then pulled her cellphone from her back pocket, and dialed collect.

"Operator."

"Yes, can I make a collect call to Ashley Dewitt?"

"What listing?"

"Malibu, California."

"Please hold while we connect you."

"Mmhmm." Lilly waited while cheerful elevator music echoed from the other end. She glanced up at Oliver, who was leaning against his truck, with one hand in his pocket, and the other fooling with his cellphone. She took her attention back to her phone when the music ended with the line ringing.

"Hello?" An elderly korean voice cheered from the other line.

"Hi, Mrs. Dewitt, Can I talk to Ashley, please?" Lilly smiled to herself, patiently waiting to yell at her "So-Called" Best friend.

"Certainly, Lilly. Hold on, let me get her."

"Alright."

"Hello?" A younger, more american voice said.

"ASHLEY!"

"What-ey?"

"Think back. Two years ago. The day after Oliver left. You came to my house. Did you look at my cellphone?"

"W-well, I might have...peaked." Peaked. She might have peaked. Jesus! Just come out and say it, for christ's sake!

"Ashley Eloise Dewitt! Did you delete a message from Oliver?"

Silence came from the other line, and Lilly got nervous, thinking Ashley hung up, not wanting to confess. Only, to Lilly's dismay, she did infact confess. At more things than one.

"OKAY, OKAY! I did it. I was jealous because you were gonna call him, fall in love with him, and move to live with him and I would never see you again! I didn't want that happening! I'm sorry! Are you P-Oed?" Ashley always did little abbreviations like that. Like, "P-Oed" for "Pissed Off".

Lilly sighed. "No, I'm not. You know you're my best friend. And I'd never just forget about you. But hey, I'm on collect, so I can't talk long. I have to go. Oliver says hi. Love ya, chou."

And with that, Lilly hung up.

"Well...?" Oliver asked, his eyes shining, holding back laughter.

"What's so funny?" She asked, while putting her cell back in her pocket. He finally gave in, and started laughing. Then stopped, and grabbed his shovel. "You have changed so much, Truscott. It's completely unbelievable."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Maybe," Oliver said. "Now, hop in the truck. There's lots of places I need to show you."

So, I climbed in the passenger side and fastened my seatbelt. He stuck the key in the ignition and started the engine. We pulled out onto the pavement. "Are there ever any cars around here?"

Oliver licked his lips, then looked through the rearview mirror. "Not usually," He answered.

"Oh," I snuggled back in my seat, and felt the car slow down. "Okay, this is the dairy. It's owned by Lloyd Freedman. He lives about, say, half a mile down Gunners Avenue. Moving on."

I felt special, getting a great tour of such a small town. I mean, compared to Malibu, this is like...a town for a rat or something. A couple blocks over, we were at the next stop. "Here's the fairgrounds. Every year, your grandma and grandpa take Milly, their prized pig and enter her up in the pig contest. And every year, they lose to Jackie and Ed Olsson. They won the first year. 'Course, back then, Milly was only a piglet and could actually perform the required tricks. Anyway. The fairgrounds is where all the teens come to ride the rides and stuff. Bonfires, Lakings, stuff like that."

"Have you ever been to one?"

"Not recently. I did when I first moved out here. That's where I met Sheryl." He said, then quickly shut his mouth afterwards.

"Who's Sheryl?" I asked, curiously.

He cleared his throat. "No one. Next stop."

So we rode another fifteen minutes, then we reached the next stop. "This is the town's mall. You'd probably spend most your time here. Wouldn't be surprising." He laughed. "It's a good twenty minutes away from the farm, but it has some of the best stores."

"Right," I laughed. "Where to next?"

"One more place." A smirk appeared on his lips as he put it in reverse, and backed up, then sped out onto the road again.

A few minutes later, we arrived at a place where there was absolutely no buildings. "Uhh, Oliver? Hate to bust your bubble, but...there ain't no dang buildings here!" He laughed, and pointed to a big, wait, REALLY big puddle of water. "See that? That's the creek. My favorite hangout. All the teens come here." He laughed. "There's the dock, the rope we jump from, and a tire swing floating just above it. There ain't no fish in there. That damn dairy took them all out. So we can't come fishin' anymore. But, I never did like to anyway."

Before he could continue, his cellphone went off. He pulled it out of the cupholder and sat back in his seat, flipped it open, and pressed it to his ear. "Oken."

"Where are you? I'm at Mr. and Mrs. Lemin's, and you're not." An unheard voice chirped from the other line.

"I'm out showin' around their grandkid. I'll be back soon. I'll drop her off, and pick you up."

"Sounds great, Olliekins. I love you."

"Yeah, you too. Bye."

And with that, he hung up. "Who was that?" I asked.

"That was my gir- uhh. That was my friend Sheryl. I mentioned her earlier. Her parents are fighting, so she went to your grandparents and I wasn't there so she wants me to come pick her up and take her somewhere. You mind if I cut this tour short and make a detour back to the farm?"

"No, not at all." I said through gritted teeth, and sunk back into my chair. Whoopdy. Freaking. Doo.