A/N- Hey guys. Alright, listen up. At the end of chapter 2, it went to Lilly's point of view and I didn't warn you or anything. If you've read any of my other stories, you'll know that I do that a lot. I change POVs without saying anything. You have to just tell that usually my POVs will be between the main characters. Like, say it says, "I looked at Lilly, and frowned." That would obviously be Oliver's POV. Or, if it said, "Oliver looked at me and frowned." It would be Lilly's. See where I'm going with this? Good. Moving on.

Disclaimer- I don't own. Anything. Not even the song in this chapter that Lilly sings. It's the bridge from the song, "Everywhere To Me".

Chapter Three

"Screaming"

The rest of the car ride home, Oliver never said anything. Neither did I. We were both silent, until he turned the radio on, and rockabilly music blared from the speakers. I shivered. Well, what can I say, I'm not much of a "country" type gal. I'm more, "Kelly Clarkson" and "Hilary Duff".

We pulled into the long gravel road, and he killed the engine. I undid my seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. My white cowboy boots hit the pavement, and a girl stood in front of the car to greet us. Oliver walked up to her, slid his left arm around her waist, kissed her cheek, and turned back to me. "Lilly, this is Sheryl Westleig."

"Hi!" She smiled, extending her arm. I smiled back, and shook her hand. "I'm Lillian Truscott. Call me Lilly."

"Alrighty," She grinned. Sheryl was a pretty girl, she had curly, dark red hair, high cheek bones, a slim body, and brown eyes. "So, Ollie, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just go tell Mr. and Mrs. Lemin I'm leaving." He said, walking back up to the house. I watched as Sheryl got in the passenger side of Oliver's truck. I ran to catch up with him. "How do you know her?"

"Huh?"

"How do you know her?" I repeated. As if he didn't hear me the first time. Please.

"Oh, uh. Just from around." He answered. My face scrunched up as I followed him into the house. Grandma was sitting at the table, and grandpa was in his chair reading the newspaper. "Bye, Mrs. Lemin, I'm leaving!"

"Wait, let me get my check book!" Grandma said, on her way upstairs. Oliver stopped her, "No, that's okay. You can pay me in the morning. I'm kinda in a rush."

"Alright, if you say so." She smiled. "You drive careful."

"Yes, ma'am" He laughed, leaving and shutting the screen door without so much as a "Goodbye" to me. Grandma put her arms on my shoulders. "Somethin' wrong, dear?"

"What makes you ask?"

"You look tired. Why don't you go upstairs and rest. While you were gone, I fixed it up a little more to look like your room back home. Your momma sent me a picture."

"Thanks, Grammy." I said, hugging her. "You're welcome, darlin'." She said, patting my back, then I headed upstairs and silently watched as she sat on the arm of Grandpa's chair. "Oh, Earl. She's growin'up so much."

"Now, how come you never decorate my room whenever I'm tired?" Grandpa said.

"There ain't enough time in the world." She replied, making me laugh, and continue to walk upstairs.

XxX

"How do you know her?" Sheryl asked me, flickering with the buttons on the radio. I sighed and rested my wrists on the top of the steering wheel. "We knew each other back in California."

"Did you ever have something with her?" She asked, again. I rolled my eyes, and pulled my arms down to grip either side of the wheel. "No, we were only friends, Sheryl."

"Pft. You could've fooled me by the way she looked at you."

"Whatever. Where are we going?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Just drop me off at Becky's"

Rebecca Green. One of the nicest girls in Fayetteville. Incredibly innocent at ALL times. She never wants to get in trouble. But she LOVES to have fun. No, I never dated her. But I can't say I haven't asked her out.

I pulled into the trailer park, passed twelve mobile homes, and reached the thirteenth one, where a barefoot girl with blonde pigtails was standing outside wearing a pink tube top that showed a lot of her stomach, and cutoff shorts with little strands hanging down. "Hey Becky!" Sheryl waved out of the rolled-down window. "I'll see ya later, honey." She leaned over, kissed my cheek, jumped out of the car and ran up to her best friend.

I put one hand on the seat's back next to me, and looked out the back window, reversed, and drove home.

XxX

I sat on my bed thinking about Oliver. I wonder what he's doing right now. Probably making out with his little girlfriend. I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid. And he obviously thinks I am. My guitar was in my lap, and a notebook was in front of me, with a black pen laying ontop of it. I strummed my slender fingers over the six strings.

"And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so"

I stopped, picked up the pen, and jotted that down. I heard my cellphone go off. I leaned over to the nightstand and picked it up, looked at the screen, gasped, flipped it open, and pressed it to my ear. "Hello?!" I said excitedly.

"I hear someone's in Tennessee and didn't tell me."

"Miley!" I giggled.

"Any way you can come up to Nashville tonight?"

"Nah, my car's back in California, and I doubt my grandparents will drive me up there."

Before she could answer, there was a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called, the door opened to reveal my grandpa. "Hey, I'll call you back, Miley."

I closed my phone shut, and sat it on the nightstand. "Yes?"

"Your grandma and I have a surprise for you. Come on outside."

XxX

"It's not much, but...It's a way to get around." Grandpa said. My jaw dropped. It was a beautiful red convertible. Definitely something NOT seen around these parts. "Oh, my! Thank you grammy!" I hugged grandma. "Thank you, grampy!" I smiled, then hopped in the car Dukes-Of-Hazzard style. The keys were wrapped in a red bow laying on the passenger seat. I smiled, picked them up, and dug them into the ignition. And like that, the engine purred.

"Be careful! Oh, and wear your seatbelt! And stop at the stop signs! Oh, and don't forget to look BOTH ways, okay?"

"Grammy! I get it. I'll be fine!" I smiled, and sped out onto the road.

"YEEHAW!" I yelled, laughing, and throwing an arm up in the air. Of course, I was the only one on the road. The wind was blowing my hair all which ways, and the steering wheel spun so purely. It's like that car was MADE for me!

I drove around for three hours. It was getting dark, and I was headed home, until I passed the fairgrounds and saw a bunch of kids sitting around a fire. I parked the car, and got out. Oliver saw me, and waved, then ran up to me. "Hey, where'd you get the car?"

"My grandparents. What are y'all doing out here?"

"A laking. Wanna join us? I'll introduce you." He said, as both of us walked up to all the other teens. "Lilly, this is Janie, Jason, Bud, Becky, Jarred, Jen, Peyton, and you know Sheryl. Everyone, this is Lilly."

"Hey," They all said simultaneously. "Hi." I waved and smiled shyly.

Outside, I was dressed to fit in with these rednecks. But, Inside, I was screaming.

A/N- Haha, thanks to "lilkimba50" for that last line. Review(: